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Palace of Nabil; Chapter 3: Life as captives in Nabil
Topic Started: Jul 2 2015, 11:30 AM (397 Views)
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Three Months passed. Jade was attended by several young nobles. Two she enjoyed meeting with - they shared poetry with her and told her tales, and spoke to her of their religion. They were a young Lord and his Lady, The Lord and Lady of Hal'shanna to the South. They came by at least once a week with permission from thr Sultan to visit with his angel.

The Sultan stopped in at least twice a week, schedule permitting, and he watched her fly. Once he asked her to sing, and he seemed to taken with her modest voice that it was how he would always end his visits with her. Shara was permitted near her always.

During the last couple days of the first month, having seen Walker and Raka only in passing or at banquets, Shara was able to sneak a message to Walker one late evening. She knocked on his door, smiled shyly, and passed him a folded note. It said, "I miss our talks, and hope you are well. Visit more often! Sincerely, Jade"

Somewhere in themiddle of the second month, Raka stopped in, late at night. Jade was playing some sort of tile game with Shara (and losing horribly) when her handmaiden had heard his approach. She sat upright with a start and excused herself to see who it was. In a matter of moments, Shara was bustling Jade into a long robe (It came up under her wingsand hooked onto her shoulders, like much of her wardrobe.)

Jade was pushed out into the night then, where Raka looked up from the ground with arms crossed. 'What?" She asked, crossing her own arms.

Raka glowered at the ground a second, then looked back up at her. Then he cast his eyes left and right then turned to leave.

The second time that happened was a few days later. He was looking totally healed from his injuries in the desert. He had left somethig on the ledge, muttered something about Jade needing to practice her own scowls, and stormed off. In the small parcel he had left for her was a small bird, seemingly carved from Jade. Her namesake.

The last time he came by, Jade leapt right off the ledge and snatched his arm before he could leave. "Um - Its all right." She smiled at him.

Raka narrowed his eyes at her. "...I didn't apologize."

Jade shrugged. Raka grimaced and shook her off with irritation. Then she laughed again. Raka muttered something about her being a presumptuous bird, and stormed off again.

At the end of that night they were both smiling.

Raka, however, in his free time, returned to Jacintha. Several nights later, he aught her in the hall and dragged her (by force) to his own rooms where they were undisturbed. The way he saw it, they both had itches that needed scratching. With the way Jacintha seemed to think she was using HIM for her own pleasure, that was the same behavior he dependedo n to satisfy his own urges, and not commit to further... trouble. She would always leave him in the morning without as econd glance, pleased as punch,a nd Raka wouldn't have to deal with the backlash.

Jacintha was jubilant in her victory.

After several months, (three from their arrival to be exact) a new set of nobles arrived at the palace to witness the grandeur of the Sultan's angel. They were from Rak'shasan, lesser lords with lots of coin to spend on such a frivolous trip. However, the oldest of these nobles - Six brothers and their retinue - Was Punjar Al Rak'shasan. And there was nothing he hated more then the opulent waste that was the Sultan's rule. He was there to see the angel - and perhaps to take some of that purity for himself.
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At the end of month three Walker was finally beat a little less and permitted to go on his first mission with Raka, Edgar and his boys. Where they proceeded to pummel him there. Laker was given all the bait jobs. The secret was he didn't mind so much. It gave him a chance to be alone and move the way that was natural to him. They didn't trust him with a weapon, though at seemed like a decision more for the protection of the boys than it was to Edgar. He still couldn't figure out how the man had survived that day.

He was growing frustrated with all of the unanswered questions and it felt like the clock to escape was ticking away. He'd stayed away from Jade throughout his "training", he couldn't stand to let her see his wounds and bruises, he knew she would feel the pain Walker had spent years numbing himself to. Also, since their arrival banquet he'd felt uneasy about the mark and the conversation he would need to have with her. What that mark over his heart meant for her...and for him. After reading the letter he knew he had to pool his courage and seek her out, if nothing else but because he missed her.

Edgar had his band tracking a band of marauders outside the city. He'd never heard of this group until a few days ago and the details were sketchy. This was beginning to feel like a Dima suggested mission. No matter, he would be properly rewarded and it gave him a chance to restock on some of his personal supplies.

He sent Walker ahead to ambush the camp then lead them back to the rock outcropping they were waiting behind. Raka was on the other side ready to cut off their escape.
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Raka was always silent during Walker's training. He said no comforting words, spared no easy glance, and made his presence as minimal as possible, except for the rare occasion that Walker needed to be physically moved from his practice area.

On this mission, Raka was to cut off the escape. Easy enough. There shouldn't be too many of them, thirty tops. A brigand group set on pillaging the Sultan's subjects - i.e. taking money out of Dima's pockets. He and maybe three other men stood at the crux of a swerve int he pass that marked the escape roude of the brigands. He paid them no mind.

He kept flexing his control, one hand on, one hand off, both hands on, both hands off, fire up to his elbow, down tot he wrist, arching from both hands, quietly as to not draw attention as he was crouched behind some bushes. Soon enough - the sound of battle would cross his ears and he peered out to see how the plan was progressing.

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Jade walked with Shara in the Nocturne Gardens - the most peaceful place during the day. The owls all slept in their roosts, and the nightengales were slumbering. The night-blooming flowers were all still and quiet. As they chatted silently about Shara's childhood int he palace, a soft throat clearing caught her attention.

Behind her, she turned and Shara dipped into a low bow, seeming to dissapear intothe foliage. JAde regarded the new noble face, and sketched her own bow. She was getting pretty good at it.

The man madeno bow back to her, only watched her, and she glanced back up at him to see if he would allow her to straighten, but he was looking at everywhere but her face. He smiled and she felt it like cold water spilling down her back. He reached out and unabashedly toched a wing.

Jade straightened. 'Good day."

The Man licked his lips, a devil's beard pointed and scented with wax on a full, square face, set upon strong shoulders and a narrow waistline and hips. "Very good. Forgive me, Angel. I was admiring you from afar and wished to introduce myself. I am Punjar Al Rak'shasan"

She bowed briefly again. Shara dipped over to her elbow and whispered in her ear, something nonsensical. Jade smield and nodded. "Forgive me. The Sultan's clothier wishes to see me. Good day, Lord Rak'shasan."

She scurried off, thanking Shara with a squeze to the arm, feeling the man's eyes on her as she went.

Several times, people had come to the Rose gardens seeking her capture - minor offenses. The first time had startled her, and that was maybe a month and ahalf ago. A Man had come into her room with rope and SHara had nearly pushed him to his death from the height. The second time, patrolling guards had caught a similarly sketchy individual.

SUrprisingly though, Jade felt safe int he gardens here. Though she hated being a pet, as long as she didn't see it that way, it was bearable.
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The marauders were caught by surprised when a heavily clocked man burst from the galley tent, ran through their lunch gathering at the fire and kicked coals in the faces of the men in front of him, then on fleet feet he kept running.

The alarm was sounded as everyone came to realize what happened. Men started shouting (some screamed in agony from burns) and they all jumped to their feet to seek out a weapon, a horse, or to chase Walker down.

He was in the desert running to the render vous point with his pursuers at the right distance behind him. He was coming to the rock when a man broke ahead of the troupe on a black steed that stemmed to fly over the sands. He gained ground on Walker quickly, the rider lowered his halberd and lined it up with Walker's back.
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Edgar watched as the plan unfolded. Everything was going well, even the shadow was on time and moving fast despite the work over he received daily. Then the man on the horse started and Edgar whistled, wondering if Walker could close the gap or if the myth was bigger than the man.
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Raka watched the approach. He nodded at the three men with him, and two of which took up bow and arrows, falling back and going up a small dune to get a better angle. He felt the fire coursing through his veins and watched as Walker sped out and ahead of the persuit.

He shut his eyes and focused. He'd have to put a lot of concentration into this wall. A gasp from the man beside him - another archer, just in case- made Raka open his eyes. There was a man on a rather nice black horse aproaching with a halbred - and Raka would be damned if Walker made it.

He watched for a second. He quickly made the pros and cons in his head, cursed, and sprinted forward, just a few paces, running up the side of a dune, and twisting his body around in a leap to get more height. At the apex of this leap off of the dune he threw his hand out and a burst of fire was expelled, knocking the halbred-bearer right out of his saddle and into the paths of the other persuers. The horse kept running past.

Raka landed in a roll and cursed loudly as the persuers passed by him in retreat. Shrugging, he instead lit himself up and started hurling fire, uncoiling his chain and rushing the brigands -

Who were totally unprepared for such a forthright attack from such a.... frightening visage. The archers he'd left at his back took several of them out, confusing their retreat into a sloppy mess that was surprisingly easy to mop up.

Once their numbers were down, he glanced aroudn for Walker and gave him a scowling shrug.
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It was far too late when Walker became aware of the thundering hooves bearing down on him and he compounded the problem by looking over his shoulder. He saw the glint of sun off a halberd, the frothing mouth of a wild eyed horse and then there was a fireball. The rider fell off. Walker was nearly trampled by the steed but managed to latch to its neck and then painfully pull himself into the saddle. He wasn't a skilled rider but he managed to hold on through all of the hard bobbing and made it past the rock. One of Edgar's men grabbed his horse and let him slump to the ground.

Edgar was not amused by Raka's deviation to save the peacock. It would be addressed later. He raised his arm and gave his squad the signal. They charged over dunes with spears and swords to cut down the fleeing enemies. Only a small few made it back to their camp but there they died as Edgar's men caught up to them to finish their work. After that it was time to pick through and take what they could.

The commander turned away from the pillaging and grabbed a chest full of Raka's shirt and lifted him off the ground.

Edgar: What exactly did you think you were doing? You're suddenly something special and don't have to follow my commands?

The big man clenched his jaw tightly and his eyes spoke rage. Walker approached from behind with his tusks stashed up his sleeves. They were the only win he'd manage to achieve in the palace. He wasn't sure if they'd be enough to take the man down but at least he could help Raka.
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Raka awaited the inevitable scolding by scowling his way around the remains, helping the others pick the bandits clean and dismantling their rough camp. He was lifted into the ground as he made his way over to the black horse.

He snarled right back at Edgar, hands clamping on the big soldier's wrists, eyes flashing with anger. He made no show of the fact that being off the ground bothered him in any way. In fact, it only made him feel taller at the moment, which was just what he wanted. Snapping like an angry animal, Raka replied, "Oh, you expect me to let The Magus' new pet be cut down by a careless bandit, I suppose? You think that would please him when we return with a few worthless trinkets and horses? At least I have faith in the men you've worked so hard to break in, You fat, ignorant idiot!"

The rant made Raka feel great. A bit of flame licked the corner of his eye and he let a trace trickle down his arm to singe the arm hair on Edgar's forearm as he stared right back, a challenge in his eyes and a vicious snarl on his sharp face. He paid Walker no mind.

"Now Put. Me. Down."[
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Raka was right. Edgar hated to admit it, even though Raka complicated their mission he was only reacting to the situation. He put the Tanjuri down and brushed his shoulders then turned and turned on Walker but before he could unleash a fitting punishment a pair of his soldiers approached with a living hostage.

Soldier: Seems this one didn't want to take chase because he knew it was a trap. Too bad nobody else listened to him.

They shoved the man to his knees as Edgar approached. The man was healthy though had some fresh bruises blossoming on his face from his chat with Edgar's boys. He had the bearing of a warrior, strong shoulders, square jaw and apparently had enough good sense to smell a trap.

Soldier: We thought you might want to see him.

Edgar nodded. His boys knew him well and it would be a good opportunity to teach Walker that he was not a man to disappoint. He strode up to the kneeling man who spat and cursed in a foreign tongue. Edgar ignored it and pulled the man to his feet. His soldiers stood to either side and turned their heads when Edgar shoved his hand into the man's chest. The air filled with the snapping of bones and the man's anguished screams. The captive fell down dead in the sand, blood gushing from a gaping chest wound while Edgar stood over him with his heart in his hands. He raised it high above his head, blood dribbling down onto his armor. The soldiers shouted in triumph then Edgar brought the organ down and started to eat it while staring at Walker and at Raka.

When finished he gave the order for everyone to saddle up and head back to the palace. With blood stained lips he addressed the Dei Lunathi.

Edgar: You get to run all the way back. Maybe it'll make you faster for next time.

With that, he turned and left.

After the spectacle he'd witnessed, Walker was happy to see the man leave with his loyal dogs. Walker wanted to thank Raka for saving him, which was the truth, but doing so would only mark Raka as weak and Edgar's treatment would only get worse for both of them. He would have to wait for another opportunity. He started to run. One of the soldiers rode slowly, most likely to watch Walker.

Once in Nabil and when Walker was cleared to return to his rooms, he slipped out of sight and moved through the shadows until he got to where they kept Jade. He came out behind a statue of a nude woman.

Walker: Jade?

He said in a hushed tone while keeping his eyes out for any who might report his appearance to Edgar or the Sultan.
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Raka watched Edgar eat the heart of his enemy impassively. He remembered the first time he'd seen that, bile had roiled up from his belly, and he's had to swallow back the disgust. Now he was surprised to find that it didn't bother him.

He supposed that was good.

On their departure, Raka managed to comandeer the black horse that had borne Walker's to-be killer. The beast was wild eyed and frightened of him, but it was also afraid. Raka had a firm hand though, and with little trouble he had a new horse.

His horses didn't tend to last long anyway.

Once they arrived, he split off from Walker immediately. He went to his own rooms and cleaned up. He ate in the mess hall with the soldiers of the palace by himself. As he ate a bowl of ratehr flavorless gruel, someone popped up next to him and cleared her throat.

When he looked over, he was curious to find Shara. Mid'gha's little daughter. (Well, little in height, really.) He raised an expectant eyebrow at her and she bowed. Wen she came back up she placed a note on the table by his elbow and then bowed in departure. Raka opened it up, and it only had a short message. Scrawled in charcoal was a comical little face, mouth turned down in a single line. Underneath it had 'SCOWL' in big letters.

Raka snickered. He put it in his pocket.

Jade was in her garden - she had taken to calling it that now, considering thats where she generally lived these days. Three months of calling a tiny room her home, and trying to forget about Dust.

But that was silly.

She was sitting at a bench, scowling at a scroll that Shara had left with her while she went to do an errand. It was in the Desert tongue, the written language. She'd been trying to learn it, but it was so very different. The little jade bird hung on a thin bit of twine about her wrist.

She was about to give up when someone called her name. She looked up and quickly peered around. It sounded like -

Smiling, Jade scoured the darkness, and liesurely stood, put the scroll on the bench and strolled over to a bunch of night-blooming roses close to where Walker was. "Walker? I hope I'm right or I'm going to look very silly when Shara comes back." She squinted into the darkness and thought she spotted someone.

With a delicate eep, she nearly leapt forward and trapped him in a hug. "I've been so worried about you!"
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Walker grinned from ear to. Ear at the sound of her voice, sweet like the wind chimes that used to hang outside his home. He tried not to wince when he took her into his arms for a hug.

Walker: i apologize I haven't visited more often.

He said then sat down more out of need than choice. The "training" usually left him battered, bruised and nursing at least a few broken ribs at any given time. The near death was just more sign of how close to burning out his body was, normally no man or steed could keep up. Seeing the glint of he halberd had brought him win smiling distance of death and now that he was in the presence of his angel he couldn't put up the strong face anymore. His body gave out. He slumped to the ground wi a heavy sigh.

Walker: How are they treating you here?
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When meals were done a messenger sought Raka out and brought him to Edgar. The large man was in his private training room pummelling his training partner. There was rarely a challenge anymore, it served more as repetition to hone his instincts, but even those were masted from his long years as a warrior. Edgar was bored.

But Raka always served as a good source of entertainment. It would be a good opportunity to learn more about these stones that Dima adored so much. When the magus sought something this badly, the objects would be far more than baubles.

Edgar: have a seat whelp.
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Jade sat beside him and pulled out of the hug in the same instant, frowning at how weary he sighed. She gave him a look over and her eyebrows lurched higher. "Oh Walker..." He was a bit dirty, and she could just catch the fringes of purpled skin at the neck of his shirt or the wrist of his sleeve.

Jade was quiet as she looked at him, then she looked bashfully at the floor. She splayed her clean hands on her knees, and took a deep breath of the roses. She stretched her wings out and let one extend behidn Walker. Part because hugging from this angle was awkward, and this sufficed in her culture. Second because it seemed like Walker would rather not be seen, and this would help.

"I'm well. I'm... treated a lot better then I feared I would. Shara is sent from Ryvena herself, I swear. I don't know how I would have...." She sniffled. Looking briefly up at the sky. The stars seemed so far. She looked sidelong at Walker and winced. "Why... why are they so cruel to you? Can't Raka DO anything about it?" She felt her eyes cloud up and she set her chun stubbornly at the question.

Raka spent a brief amount of time in the stables after he had eaten. He had brushed and cared for the skittish black horse he'd claimed. He thought abuot naming it. Decided against it for now. It was a fine animal. Maybe the Sultan would claim it.

It was then he had been summoned, and he furrowed his brow in thought. It was well past training time - but it wasn't unlike Edgar to summon him for a beating just because he feltl ike it. Raka was expecting as much when he arrived. He watched Edgar's sparring partner get dragged off somewhere, and hesitantly, Raka sat. He glowered suspiciously at Edgar.

"What do you want?"
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Walker shook his head.

Walker: Raka is doing all that he can and more. Today , the man saved my life and faced down the beast and lived. I trust that man more and more.

It was the first time he said e words out loud but knew they were true. Raka was his friend even if he had infuriating traits.

Walker: Edgar is a monster. That I've survived this long is starting to surprise me. I watched him plunge his hand into someone's chest, pull his heart out and then consume it.

He realized what he just said and dropped his head.

Walker: Apologies. That was...dark. There is another matter I wish to speak to you about. What happened at the party? From when we parted ways to how the night ended. I need these details.
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Edgar scratched his chin and sat across from Raka.

Edgar: Before we get started let's do away with the name calling. You're one of he few people that I would use the word "like" for and look how I treat you. So we can gnaw on each other any time, I don't mind, but let's talk straight.

He finished and let the words site cause surely Raka wa surprised. Edgar put up a strong facade and rarely ever lowered the mask for anyone. Maybe it was the effect of absorbing the heart's power. U the was feeling true today.

Edgar: I want you to tell me about Dima's agenda. If his rule is going to prevent me from killing a weakling then I want to know why and I want to know how to benefit from it. If you're lucky, maybe some of that will splash your way but really it comes down to you deciding which kne of us you want to get into bed with.
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A funy little warmth bloomed in Jade's chest when Walker spoke about Raka. She felt somehow vindicated in her efforts to befriend him. She fiddled with the bracelet subconsciously.

Then, Jade felt herself blanche at he description of Edgar, and she instinctively put a comforting hand on his knee. She did her best to do a dismissive shrug when he apologized, giving him a flash of a smile before frowning.

She tilted her head to the side. Instead of asking why, she told him all that she could recall. "Well... we were summoned to the Sultan, and I had to stay and listen to his poetry, but one of his wives - Elishandra I think?- took you to dance. I lost sight of you and then -" She felt color rising to her cheeks when she shrugged and pulled her hand back, playing with the hem of her long flowy garment.

"I thought I saw you with That Woman - Fiora. And I didn't see you again after that for several days." She furrowed her brow at him. He looked so troubled. SHe wished she could help. "Is... everything all right? Well, except Edgar and his horribleness?"

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Raka narrowed her eyes at Edgar and listened to him without movement or comment. WHen he was done, Raka's gaze slid to the side. DOes Dima's plan involve Edgar NOT killing the weak? He snorted. No, not really. Who did he want to get in bed with? Neither of these bastards.

Raka fixed Edgar with another stare and responded mechanically. "Dima doesn't care for the weak. I feel that you both have that in common. As for his plan..." Raka shrugged, a smile like a knifewound cracking across his face. "Dima just wants power. He wants Magic and Power. If he has any more of a plan then that, I'm not privvy to it. I'm not his favorite." He felt the whiplashes and smirked.

Nope. Not his favorite.

Raka stood up then, and nodded at Edgar. AN official acknowledgement that Edgar would now no doubt be surprised at . "But if It please you, I'd rather get into bed with a cankerous whore." He turned on his heel and strode from the room.
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Jade's retelling of her night became a twisting knife wound in his heart as it slowly cut away the truth he feared so deeply. Tears streamed down his cheeks but his voice remained even.

Walker: I don't know if I can survive this place. I feel like a true prisoner now. They've leashed me with their magic. They've broken my road home when Edgar broke my sword. And now...

He opened his shirt to expose his chest where an arcane marking was now tattooed over his heart. He pointed to one mark that stood out from the borders of the larger symbol.

Walker: I made a life oath to her the night of the party.

Walker took her hands and placed it to his chest, though he lacked the strength to look her in the eyes as his bottled up emotions poured from his eyes.
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Edgar listened to Raka calmly and when the young man got up and started to leave, Edgar shot to his feet and covered the distance to Raka in a heartbeat. He grabbed the Tanjuri by the back of the skull, his massive hand encompassing it with the dreads hanging out like tentacles. Squeezing tight he shoved Raka forward to the far wall of the training room to a large basin of water. Raka's face was shoved down deep into it.

Edgar: You're slipping if you actually thought you had a choice. Did you think I'd let you choose any other option but me after revealing any interest in Dima's work? Stupid Raka, you were never capable of thinking much. The world is going to tear you apart. Assuming you can come to your senses now.

The two had spent years together, Raka was one of his first boys. He was one of the first to be broken and that was not something Edgar forgot how to do.

Edgar: I understand why the magus had to whip you. Every so often the dog forgets and shits on the carpet. You're starting to make that into a habit. Bad dog. Bad dog, quit shitting on the carpet.
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Jade was caught off guard by Walker's reaction. When he said that he didn't know how long he could last she felt tears springing into her own eyes. She fought to find something to say, but then he revealed to her the marking on his chest. She chewed on her lip, and when he pressed her hands to it she felt a strange, terrible, painful warmth in her own heart, and her breath hitched in dismay.

She may not know exactly what that meant, but ... but by the way Walker cried she knew it to be very very serious. She tried to ignore the other implications within that gesture. Her theories and hypothesis were dropped for now, and instead she focused on Walker.

She pulled her wings up around him and pressed herself close so he had something to hold onto and softly, very softly, she hummed him a lulaby. She only got a few notes in when she felt a few tears drip past her chin and she sniffled. "You'll be all right, Walker. You're strong and smart, and... And I know I can't do much but whatever you need, I'll do my best. Please don't cry." She pressed her forehead to his and shut her eyes.

He had such palpable pain.

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Raka came to the decision that he was getting sloppy. He was in a good mood, that was the problem. He pushed his luck. He couldn't just keep his damned mouth shut, could he? WHen Edgar clamped his great meaty hand over his head, Raka tried to jerk away, but the man was a monster, too fast for his size, and too strong, far too strong.

Raka felt his eyes get wide as the inevitable approach of the water basin filled his vision.

No, no, no He found his mind had reverted to the one-word mantra of his youth, and suddenly it was as if he was twelve years old getting plunged into the hrose trough by Edgar again.

On the fringes of his panic he heard Edgar, pieces bubbling past his own thrashing. Raka's hands were clamped on the edge of the trough and he strained, muscles corded and pushing against the basin. He attempted to kick out, but Edgar simply kicked the back of one knee, and his support slumped.

He felt his lungs start squeezing. His heart was hammering in his chest, his eyes still wide. He reached both hands back and clawed at Edgar's fingers in desperation.

Raka didn't even think about his stone. He couldn't. His mind couldn't get past the deprivation. He maybe able to light himself on fire, and throw himself into danger... but if there was one thing on this earth he feared it was water. And not being able to escape it. That fear blinded him.
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Walker held Jade's hands over the mark as he rested his head against her shoulder.

Walker: She drugged me and tricked me. This oath was a devotion to you.

His pain was so great he didn't feel the gentle threads of magic knitting in his skin, into his spirit as the spell sealed itself, now complete.

Walker: Talk to me of flying.

Her sweet scent was calming him as he so desperately fought to control himself. He would survive.
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Edgar pulled Raka's face out of the water. The man was hard to break, nearly impossible, but like all men, there was always something and for Raka, it was water.

He considered asking if he was already to "cooperate" then thought about all e liberties Raka had been taking with him since his return.

Edgar: I think it's time you go back to remedial training.

He shoved Raka's face in the water and waited. Then repeated the process several more times before he allowed RakA a proper breath.

Edgar: Now, what do you have to say to me now?
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Jade forced herself to calm down. Her feathers ruffled at the idea that Fiora had the nerve to drug him. That she tricked him into doing something so special, the cultural significance was obvious, and to think this woman -

This oath was a devotion to you.

Oh. Jade felt red just pouring into her cheeks as she hugged Walker. SHe didn't know what to say about that. It was very sweet. And obviously very special. Her blood trileld in her veins for an instant before she forced herself to calm down. And instead of telling about flying, she sang him a very soft song, something Dust had taught her. It spoke of the winds, and how flight is freedom for the soul.

She wished she could show him as much.

Raka gasped and sputtered for air as much as he could. Once he inhaled a spit of water and it burned in his lungs. He hacked and gagged, kicked and thrashed, and the immovable force remained so until at one point he was pulled from the basin again and he took deep sputtering breath.

His limbs were trembling. He snarled and pretended that it was out of anger. "T-take your p-plans and you c-can shove them right up your - " And he was pushed under again.

He felt like his heart was going to burst. He just wanted to be away. He wanted to be dry and in the sand and far away, farther still, Have to get away, have to get out of his hands, have to... Just agree, say whatever he says, Oh Gods, just agree you stupid, stupid stupid....
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The song took his mind away from his problems. For the moment he was freely sitting alone with Jade. That was all he needed to feel free. Scorpio warmed with alertness, as if disturbed by the trauma of his host.
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Edgar rolled his eyes at Raka's defiance. Once again he dunked him in the water then finally pulled him free and threw him to the ground.

Edgar: you really are too stupid to be of any use to anyone. I'm going to see what I can get out of Scorpio and failing there, that angel seems intelligent, she must know a few things. And if not, I may just kill you all and end this farce of a life I'm living here.

The large man picked up a towel to dry his arms and left his room.
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Raka sputtered, knees giving out. He slumped against the wall, gasping for air, face and hair dripping wet. He didn't even have the presence of mind to snarl. He was just glad to be out of the water.

As Edgar spoke, he started coming back to himself. His instinctual reaction was to sneer at Edgar. And then the man continued speaking, drying off his big arms.

I'm going to see what I can get out of Scorpio and failing there, that angel seems intelligent, she must know a few things.

Raka stagegred to his feet when Edgar's back was turned. "You - you think they know anything?" Raka allowed himself a chuckle, which turned into a cough as he caught up, using the wall as a guide. "Dima wants the stones to work. He controls us through his magic, I don't know how." Raka snorted, giving up the persuit to lean ont he wall, breathing deeply. "You'd be wiser taking his side. If he ruled, so would you." He spat at Edgar. He felt the familiar kindle of his anger, but his nerves were still shaking.

Raka pushed off the wall and started for the exit, brushing past Edgar if he could, and into the hall. He hesitated only long enough to throw over his shoulder, "You're right. I don't have a fucking choice. But that doesn't mean I'm going to fucking like it." He managed a brief snarl before moving off.

He really hated it here. For the first time in Years, he hated this place more then ever.
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It was a few days later before Edgar and Raka would speak again but during that time Edgar was seen far too often around Jade's garden. He continued training Walker as normal except for one significant difference, he had a pair of goons that followed his every move and had been a large cause of torment for Walker through out his time here, and they were put in charge of Walker's training while Edgar was distracted elsewhere.

The goons as they were known to everyone in the palace and they encouraged the name. They were a pair of bald brothers named Thug and Bruiser and though they weren't as powerful as Edgar, they were ruthless in their stupidity. They were unconcerned with Dima's desires. They only had one rule: Do what the boss says. That's all they cared about and the boss said don't kill him.

They could manage that much.

Walker felt some weight lifted from him as every morning he woke with Jade's song in his head. He would turn to face the window and stare up into the sky while humming the song to completion. The goons thought they were good at their job but the time under their tutelage had been like a vacation. He'd often been able to steal away (even managing it once during "practice") to steal a few moments with Jade. He'd been noticing a surplus of gifts from visitors and admirers. The true gems were confiscated immediately and added to the Sultan's collection room. He would hold them for her. Admirers were lining up to spend ,inches and afternoon strolls with her. It became a bit of sport for him to sneak a hug while a noble bent down to pick a flower.

Most importantly, with Edgar away, Walker had been able to catch up with his healing. The only problem was he began spotting Edgar on the grounds but so far, never with Jade. Something she confirmed.

Today he found himself alongside a dour faced Raka with some free time and privacy.

Walker: Since you're already scowling, I'll head right into my bad news. I've been seeing Edgar near Jade a lot recently. Do you have any insight on the subject?
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The fact that he had to stoop to subterfuge and mind games again drove at Edgar's nerves. It wasn't his style. It wasn't that he was clever, it was just not his preferred choice. It was similar to choosing a weapon. But like weapons, Edgar understood the need to be proficient all around, otherwise someone with a knife or bow and arrow could take you down. Or a serpent with a clutch of stones.

The mind games came with dealing with the horn headed Raka. From the start he knew the boy was lying to him and when he revealed more after Edgar's mention of his friends loosened a few nuggets. It wasn't just hearts that he ate for power and he didn't need extra brain power to outwit the fool Tanjuri.

His appearances around Jade served a dual purpose. She was the real key to the current stone Wielders. She had just as much power over the weakling and whelp as the snake with all of his mysteries. Having someone like Edgar around Jade was a message to Raka and a poke at the magus.

He thought about Raka's suggestion to take Dima's side and live under his rule but they were the words of an immature child who was trying to see what the adults were doing at the big table. Dima was not someone who wanted to rule, which is what made him dangerous. He only wanted power. Something he found ironic about the little hornhead as they were both so similar in their goals.

But then, it took one to know one...or two in this case.
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