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Post by blacknoise on Aug 15, 2015 6:36:29 GMT
It was not often Aleksandria took the time off of her busy work to relax. Day and night her duties as high priestess and The Leader demanded her attention. It had come to the point where she began showing mercy just to speed things up. She needed a break.
Beautiful, magical, majestic, the gardens were indeed a sight to behold. Dressed in a simple gambeson and armed with naught more than her boot knife, Alek was certainly at her not vulnerable state physically. But exhaustion had worn her down, emotionally she felt just as spent. If someone were to approach her, not as a client or a soldier, but as a friend, then they'd never find her more receptive than now.
Sitting on one of the benches, Alek began observing one of the shifting statues, waiting to watch it move.
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Post by Isengrim on Aug 16, 2015 5:10:11 GMT
The serene silence of the gardens was interrupted by the sound of soft footfalls, wooden sandals hitting the stone brick walkway. A figure leisurely aapproached, not paying much attention to the woman on the bench. He wore a deep brown cloak. His skin was dark as night and his eyes white and empty. The cloak which covered most of his body, aside from everything below the lower half of his shins, which were covered in white cloth wrappings. As he passed by the bench he stopped suddenly stopping in front of the bench as though he had just noticed it was there. Then turned to face away from it and slowly lowered himself to sit. He was quite clearly blind, but it seemed to know how to handle himself.
He drew his foot up onto his knee and began to massage his ankle. He was aware of the person beside him, but had nothing to say. As a blind person, he would be able to make any comment on his visual surroundings. He could vaguely see the things around him, such as the bench and the statues. But preferred to play the part of the totally blind person so as to not arouse suspicion or raise questions.
He was not however, against conversation if spoken to for any reason.
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Post by blacknoise on Aug 16, 2015 5:31:07 GMT
Alek heard the man enter the garden long before she saw him. When he arrived, her eyes barely brushed over him long enough to analyze the man. He appeared as though he were a burn victim, likely wore the cloak to cover his scars out of shame or simply to avoid stares. Certainly lost part or all of his eyesight, maybe from the same thing that caused the burns? It mattered little, when he sat down next to her, she decided he would be the object of her torturous conversation. The thought gave her a slight smile, under most circumstances, people tended to avoid talking to to Aleksandria.
It was not just that she was intimidating, her very voice and tone tended to sound chilling and cruel, as though every word carried a hint of a dire threat. As a child, she found herself ostracised from most other children, but that mattered so little to her then, even less now. Looking out to the garden, she spoke, "Once knew a man burned alive for heresy, in a city far, far away from here. He survived, somehow, by sheer willpower and swore vengeance against those who burned him alive. It's said he got his vengeance, yet still roamed the cities at night, searching for anyone who looks like those who wronged him so that he might kill them as well."
Cracking a small smile, she added, "I certainly hope you're not him, I don't have an honest face." Sighing deeply, she finished, "I don't believe in gods, but I hear they're more liable to appear when you're either at your most heightened emotional state or your least. Are you here to commune with them? Or simply to relax?"
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Post by Isengrim on Aug 16, 2015 5:54:47 GMT
His head turned slightly towards the woman when she spoke. At first, she seemed to speak nonsense. As though she were telling him a story out of the blue, but nothing he could identify with. That is until she started going on about the man's vendetta and quest for revenge. His blood seemed to chill slightly. Though he showed no outward signs of the effect her words had on him. He dropped his foot back to the ground and adjusted it back into the sandle. "No, I am not him." He said simply. His sightless eyes staring off into the distance. "Besides. Even if I was, how could I tell what you look like? I am blind." He said, waving his hand in front of his face. Despite being deadly serious, the act was almost comical.
"I came to relax. Enjoy the weather. Stretch my legs. You?"
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Post by blacknoise on Aug 16, 2015 6:08:56 GMT
Alek nodded, acknowledging the man's blindness before replying, "I long ago stopped seeing blindness as a viable excuse for anything, not in this world. I've seen men regrow their eyes, 'see' through vibrations, all sorts of things. Some even remain blind and act solely on precognition, though that's a rare snowflake." Waving her own hand dismissively, she carried on in another subject. Alek had no reason to assume this man was anything but totally blind, however simple experience told her that not many were 'truly' blind. But it mattered not, as continued, "I'm taking a sort of work vacation. Frankly, I'm a workaholic, tend to take it home, stay over at work some nights, have a tough job. So I decided to take the day off and simply spend it relaxing in areas of the city I rarely see, the garden being one of those places.
Breathing calmly and peacefully, Alek closed her eyes and continued, "I apologize, I haven't properly introduced myself. I am Aleksandria, pleasure to meet you Mr-?" It was then that someone who knew Alek sould realize that she not only had no idea who he was, but that she also had no intention of recruiting him either. Usually, her pitch came before her name. If she offered up her name first, which she rarely did, she either had decided to kill the person or decided they weren't worth recruiting.
The man was clearly the first of the two options. She couldn't tell why, but she liked this guy, he seemed the type to not really care about what was going on unless it desired serious attention. Hell, she and him could probably sit together for hours, sharing a bonding moment, and never say a word.
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Post by Isengrim on Aug 16, 2015 6:25:05 GMT
At first, he thought she would pursue the topic of his blindness, but was relieved when she quickly dismissed the topic and moved on to the next. Her tone seemed to drop its ominous quality, taking on a more casual appeal. Then she introduced herself. Aleksandria. The name was common enough that it did not ring any specific bells. The she asked for his name. "Gyasi. The pleasure is mine, Ms. Aleksandria. Very nice to meet such a hard working woman such as yourself." He replied, his tone while still steady, perked up slightly to match her own.
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Post by blacknoise on Aug 17, 2015 5:02:53 GMT
"Gyasi, Gyasi. Fascinating name, be sure I won't forget it, Gyasi." Aleksandria, having repeated the name three times and at least ten times more in her head, would most certainly would not forget him. When she put her mind to remembering something, it was a rare occasion that she did not. Reaching her arms up, Aleksandria gently stretched and sighed. Smiling softly, she asked, "Have you ever thought, why are we here?"
Aleksandria thought nothing of jumping immediately to the deep questions. She felt content in her answers, but always loved to hear what others thought.
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Post by Isengrim on Aug 17, 2015 19:40:57 GMT
Most people would likely be stumped by such a sudden question, particularly one so deep, that even the most wisened scholars have difficulty finding that answer that fits their own lives. Gyasi was a grown man, and as was customary among his people, had long since taken the rite of calling, praying upon the diving Udel to illuminate their destiny. He had known for many years that he would be a hunter, and had even taken it up as an occupation in the village. What he didn't know was that he had been destined to hunt not animals, but monsters. Monsters who wore the faces of men.
He knew the answer to the question. His purpose was no mystery to him. But anyone with an ounce of wisdom would know better than to disclose that information to any and all that asked. He tilted his chin up slightly, as if pondering the question, then shook his head and shrugged. "It is not something give mind to very often." He didnt lie. Why dwell upon a question one knows the answers to?
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Post by blacknoise on Aug 18, 2015 19:54:57 GMT
Aleksandria let a small laugh escape her lips, intertwining her fingers as she nodded and replied, "When you stare death in the face as often I as I do, you tend to think about it quite a lot. What's the point of this life? Is it to dedicate ourselves to worshiping beings who don't seem to care if we kill and enslave each other? I don't think so. Men and women should be able to choose their own destinies, choose their own path in life, choose their own destruction." Shaking her head, she finished, "Oh but don't mind me. Ah, look at the sun, seems it's time for me to go.'
Standing up, Aleksandria bowed gently to Gyasi and spoke, "It was lovely meeting you, Gyasi, I hope we're able to meet under such favorable circumstances the next time I see you." At that, Aleksandria began to walk out, heading out of the garden and towards the Upper district. If Gyasi 'watched' her closely as she left, he would notice another person, nearly a foot taller than Aleksandria, join her and walk by her side. Perhaps Gyasi would recognize the woman, perhaps he would not, but it was none other than Red Valeya, the infamous former soldier turned killer.
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Post by Isengrim on Aug 20, 2015 0:18:41 GMT
Gyasi simply nodded at the woman as she spoke. Inside, the words had struck a cord. It was odd how on two occasions in such a short exchange, she seemed to speak as if though from the inside of his mind. It would be a lie if he did not hold thoughts against Udel and Svitani, for they could be viewed as partially at fault, being in charge of destiny and calling, would it not be they who decide to allow such acts of atrocity to exist, and Sympati, who seemed not to have enough sympathy to offer protection or refuge to those suffering at the hands of those would cause them pain and spill their blood?
Before Gyasi could respond, she seemed to have already moved on from the topic. Saying her goodbyes. Gyasi responded with a polite nod. "I too hope so, Ms. Aleksandria."
As she left, he saw that she was joined by another form. He could not see much details, but it appeared to be a tall female. His vision did not allow him to see any details that might have allowed him to identify the woman. But his instinct told him something was off. He felt uneasy. A sense of vile familiarity filled his chest. But he could not exactly pinpoint what it was. He looked left and right, making sure he was in fact, alone, before making his way out of the gardens himself.
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