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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 2:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 18, 2016 7:22 pm
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Sarcel had sources. Sarcel didn't know she had sources until she started looking into her options as a highblood, but when she did there were avenues galore. Not that she really needed most of the information that she had access to anyway.
Until tonight.
The soiree that was Awassi's party was still, and would probably continue to be a brand in Sarcel's mind. Looking back on all the individuals that had attended, Sarcel realized that she hadn't actually made contact with a few individuals that were present, namely one Nahori Caviap. Taking personal charge of making sure everyone had made it out of that hive alive (even though it honestly wasn't her responsibility), the blueblood saw it fit to just... locate the orangeblood's place of residence and do a little check in. That wasn't weird right? Totally.
Orange Carrot Recipient To whom it may concern,
Amiable salutations my fellow comrade. It is with much esteem that I hope this letter finds your hands, and more importantly finds a response back to me. Being both attendees to that one party, I'm sure you know the one, I merely wished to communicate with you.
Are you dead?
Needless to say, there had been no response. Had the lowblood died in the conflict? There was only one way for Sarcel to find out.
Clearing her throat as she arrived at her destination, the blueblood gave the door a few, heavy knocks before pulling back, looking among the plains. It seemed peaceful out here; as good a place of residence as any. Now all she had to do was wait for the troll to (hopefully) answer.
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Posted: Mon Apr 18, 2016 12:08 pm
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Letter, what letter? If outright asked, Nahori would deny putting any thoughts of some strange letter from a couple weeks ago out of her think pan. After all, no one had seen it but her, so it didn't exist. She could safely pretend like she hadn't completely snubbed someone who was probably a blueblood, if that ink was any indication.
Mother was busy upstairs when a visitor came knocking. Like clockwork, Nahori set down her broom and went to answer, the non-existent letter never crossing her mind. Of course the troll on the other side of the door would have nothing to do with it. What blueblood would waste their time worrying over the well-being of an orangeblood for more than a single letter, after all? None! She'd convinced herself of that.
Not once while she unlatched the door did she think about how weird the letter had been. How it started off so unbelievably cordial and heavy on the pretentious vocabulary only to end with the most blunt and to-the-point question Nahori had ever had directed at her. Are you dead? She'd spent hours worrying over the hidden meaning behind those straightforward three words.
Someone had been trying to end lives at that very unfortunate party and Nahori had escaped from the mansion before seeing anything through to its conclusion. Could it be that the murderer had actually gotten away and was after her now? If she answered, would she be killed??
If the stranger wanted her dead, then she'd forget it all and play dead.
Opening the door, she muttered out an awkward, "hello," before her brain caught up with what her eyes were seeing. A blueblood. She stiffened, gaze shooting off to the side to avoid eye contact. "T-To what d-do I owe t-t-the honor?"
This had to be a coincidence and nothing more. It had to be, because Nahori certainly wasn't thinking about any non-existent letters and she certainly wasn't thinking about how she never usually had blueblooded visitors for no reason.
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 4:50 pm
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Ah. Well. It was the troll she was looking for anyway. She thought, anyway. Probably.
Yes, Nahori seemed alive and well, if not a little skittish. Sarcel was slowly becoming accustomed to this; not that she really acted like a textbook highblood, but she saw a lot more lowbloods averting their gaze to her now that she wasn't constantly staring at her own shoes. It was just a societal norm, even if she didn't care for it too much.
"Hi." her response was short, but by no means aggressive. Her fingers twitched slightly at the stutter, but it didn't bother her. Well, not inherently; it was simply personal, like looking herself in a mirror. That was fine; it was much more fitting on someone not so blue.
"Nahori Caviap." the way she spoke sounded more like a statement rather than a question, though the way she tilted her head seemed inquisitive enough. "You look well."
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Posted: Tue Apr 26, 2016 6:36 pm
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Between a rock and a hard place, that's where Nahori was now. In front of her was a highblood, one she could only assume was Sarcel Cincil, author of that letter she'd conveniently put out of her thoughts. For as much as that letter didn't exist, she sure did have an easy time recalling the name. Behind her, on the other hand, was the impending threat of Guineamom. Nahori didn't even want to imagine how awkward things would become if her lusus joined them in the entryway.
"N-Nahori Caviap," she mimicked, her own words sounding stiff and robotic and not much like an answer to the blueblood's not-quite-a-question. "I'm..." Not quite well, perhaps as well as could be expected given the circumstances. "... d-doing just fine, Miss."
Taking a few steps back, she made the way clear for her guest, as much as she wished she could simply close the door in her frightening face. "Won't you c-come in?" Her shoulders shook as she tried to stand up straight, tried to look presentable, a respectable lowblood, but Nahori was positive she was none of those things none of the time. "Can I, um..." Mother always demanded important (highblooded) guest be treated like royalty. Nahori supposed if mother was going to come down, she might as well be making an attempt at pleasantries. "... g-get you anything to d-drink?"
This whole situation felt undeniably awkward.
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Posted: Sat Apr 30, 2016 4:48 pm
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Ah, what hospitality! Despite the fidgeting and frowning and plain awkwardness radiating off of Nahori, Sarcel smiled amiably. “Thank you,” she hesitated a moment before stepping into the interior, taking the time to observe her surroundings. Plain, but that was pretty fitting for a lowblood. She wondered for a moment about Nahori’s lusus; what sort of creature it could be, what temperament it possessed…
Ah, but that wasn’t the point of her visit. At the offer of a drink, she had to decline; the last time she visited a lowblood for tea had ended very… well, poorly to be blunt. “It’s alright, but thanks.” She held her hand up, waving it passively.
“And it’s no honor.” At that her voice became much more to the point, looking the orangeblood in the eyes even when she refused to reciprocate the contact. “Just taking care of some personal business. You were there at Awassi’s party. It’s not really my responsibility, but you were unaccounted for at the end…” or well, Sarcel hadn’t been able to personally account for her. Maybe it was a method of atonement, some way to wash off her guilt. She was going to—she needed to make sure no one would be left behind. Not again.
“When you hadn’t responded to my letter, I had feared for the worst. I see now there was probably just a slip up in the system and it got lost; happens too damn much these days…” because really, who would choose to ignore a personal acknowledgement? Sarcel sure wouldn’t.
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2016 4:47 pm
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There it was. Escaping the party should've been the end of it, should've been Nahori's opportunity to put it out of her mind and focus on more important things. Survival, for example, or perhaps dealing with Guineamom's increasingly strange behavior. Momentary bitterness burned sourly at the back of her throat. Why was a blueblood pretending to care? Why was she disrupting Nahori's life when all the orangeblood wanted to do was keep her head down and keep to herself? All she wanted to do was live. Nahori didn't ask for much more than that.
"O-Oh, well... m-maybe it was misplaced i-in the mail." Lying to mother was beginning to come easily to Nahori, but lying to a highblood was still decidedly difficult, especially when those eyes were ever boring into her. It showed on her face, but hopefully Sarcel wouldn't read that as anything more but the nervousness she was already radiating. "I... a-am sorry I wasn't able to, um, r-respond to you. I-I do wish y-you weren't f-forced to waste your time c-coming out here. I'm okay, though... I-I made it out quickly and-"
A sudden realization that she was babbling struck Nahori and she stopped, falling silent. She hadn't actually said that much, but Guineamom always preferred a quiet child.
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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2016 4:12 pm
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"More than likely." Nahori was only echoing her earlier statement, but she found it fit to reiterate again. "And it's... fine? It's no trouble, really."
Actually, Nahori reminded her a lot of who she used to be. Nervous, awkward, stuttering... everything that Sarce should have been, had she still been a lowblood. Oh, but that was sort of cruel to think, wasn't it? Lowbloods had spectacular potential too, but the behavior was undeniably more fitting. At the very least, it wasn't fitting for Sarcel, and she hated that it took her so long to realize it.
Well, she had known for a while, but it still took sweeps to overcome it. At least she was living proof that it was possible to make it out stronger as a result. Nahori possessed that inner strength too, didn't she? Sarcel squinted. It was hard to see... was this why so many trolls had given up on her too?
Ouch.
She reminded herself that the queen had recognized her.
"I'm more pleased to hear you made it out unscathed..." Sarcel trailed off, not necessarily awkward, but maybe a little sad. She thought of Lorata and Elidae and felt her heart twist. They had been okay too, but... "If I'm being honest... the idea of someone being left behind leaves a sour taste in my mouth." she took a seat, crossed her legs, but watched her hand rather than the orangeblood in front of her.
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2017 10:34 am
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Only when Sarcel sat did Nahori see fit to join her, legs held together in front of her, feet flat against the floor, hands set unthreateningly atop her thighs. Her silhouette would've looked like an extension of the chair.
"I... m-made it out very quickly," she continued her thought from before, trying not to wonder or worry about why a highblood sounded genuine in her concern. "It was, um, r-right a-after the gas." She left out the part about the way she felt she might die after inhaling it. It was far too embarrassing and surely not what Sarcel cared to hear.
"Have... h-have you been able to contact everyone, M-Miss?" Had anyone else gotten a visit like this? How many letters had this single blueblood written? Why exactly was Sarcel so concerned for the well-being of strangers when she simply didn't have to be? "T-There were, um, quite a f-few trolls t-that night..."
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Posted: Sun Sep 10, 2017 1:32 pm
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Sarcel simultaneously felt an intense understanding, alongside an overwhelming urge to grab Nahori by the shoulders and shake her. Violently. Okay, maybe not violently, but enough to shock some sense into her. Watching her stutter and apologize and trip all over her words was way too much like looking into a mirror at the troll Sarcel used to be. She didn't like it. She also knew how hard it was to change that.
"It's possible." She said after a moment, "Through hard work, determination and a lot of self reflection. Why are you tense now? Do you perceive me as a threat?" Her eyes glinted in the lighting of the room, a subtle twitch to her brow as her eyes lidded passively, "Surely you're not tense when you're alone. Does the idea of speaking to someone unnerve you? Or is there a deeper root cause? I can tell you're afraid."
She let an arm rest on the side of the couch, her weight shifting again accordingly. "I didn't mean for this to sound like an interrogation. If you want some unsolicited advice, I'd say you could start with the apologies. They're not necessary, considering you haven't done anything wrong."
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