Slowly, Caerys completed her ensemble, and gazed upon her reflection. Gone was the naive gypsy dancer who danced for its sake- she could no longer recognize the person she became. In her heart, she wanted to cry, to call out to the goddess, and to her caravan sisters.
She walked deeper into the jewelry section, looking about absently at the trinkets. Then her gaze looked about once more among the jewellery, and for only an instant it fell upon a gilded mask of silver and gold, beautiful and hand-made, sitting idly behind a pair of necklaces.
She recognized the mask. It was a harlequin’s mask, belonging to their troupe. Her heart leapt, yet also convulsed- was it really here? This was the mask of the Scarlet Queen- her trickster aspect.
All this time she had been chained up and beaten for her defiant spirit. They eroded her rigidness, wore it down and smashed it- until she forgot who she was. But she remembered- the trickster bends with adversity, and how else had she survived slavery thus far, if not for her most underrated skill? She was not just a warrior or a dancer, no! She was a performer, and all Noxus her stage!
She closed her eyes a moment, and steeled her resolve one more time. She placed her feelings, her morals into a locked chest, and put it away deep inside of her. She would lose part of herself- she accepted the price demanded of her in her situation. Lose part of herself, than all of herself.
She blinked again, the mask gone, and none of the attendants seemed to pay her much heed. An attendant asked if she found anything else, and Caerys shook her head.
She looked at herself in the mirror once more. No, the reflection was not Caerys- it was vermilion, a role she had been made to rehearse daily. Now it was time to embrace the part, and she walked over to Singed, with poise and confidence now, with a frightfully true craving for power and freedom that has grown in her heart. The Bride now seemed truly enamored by the Champion- by his wealth and his position. It was a most subtle thing, and the fact that she truly was walking the precipice, that she truly absorbed the part, and made it her own.
“Well... Master Singed...I believe I am almost prepared. Why not get yourself some fine dress while I fetch make up. We would not wish to keep the General waiting, yes?”
Post by The Mad Chemist on Feb 26, 2013 18:28:09 GMT -5
“Yes quite true let me chose a suit and we will get going.” The change on her was attitude was quite drastic but really convincing Singed didn’t knew if she had actually given up on her beliefs or if she was such a good performer “amusing” he thought he had made the right choice to pick up this one. This was going to be a quite entertaining week. He picked a ultramarine color suit and paid the bill before getting out of the store with Vermillion clinging on one of his arms. Now was time to attend to business…later he would keep with such an entertaining project.
Post by The Mad Chemist on Mar 3, 2013 21:21:33 GMT -5
((Continues from here: maelstromlol.freeforums.net/index.cgi?action=display&board=noxus&thread=468&page=1 )) After the dinner with the heads of both nations Singed was a little bored ready to have some entertainment so he decided to take Vermillion to the “Noxian center of arts and culture” the place of the city were theaters and orchestras and even more contemporary forms of art had gathered to please the Noxian elite. “How about this, do you like it?” He asked his company while they walked through the lively streets of the art capital of Noxus.
Caerys accompanied Singed as always, not having much choice in the matter. She had since opted to go barefoot and carry her heels around, as they were indeed hurting her feet. She had her hair down, and removed most of her accessories, keeping them in a handbag. She looked about the arts district and felt at home- and yet also sad.
The musicians seemed a bit grim and half-hearted, playing only for the sake of playing, while the dancers were a bit stiff in their execution. It was clear from the culture of Noxus that such refined past times were never going to be of high importance to these people; just a novelty to have, much like herself.
She looked at the titles showing in the theaters and sighed. "It does bring back good memories, but Noxus will never hold such arts in as high regard as we of the caravan do."
She thought for a bit. "Did you get to eat alot at the manor? The food was... good, but uninspired. Formal fare. I think I will try street food instead."
Post by The Mad Chemist on Mar 6, 2013 21:11:22 GMT -5
They walk to a food stand selling many types of street foods some Ionian some Zaunite and some Noxian. “I would like a sweet chocolate crepe for myself and what would you like Vermillion?” ((I imagine that Noxian street food would be French Ionian Chinese/Japanese and Zaunite…USA/German/Russian? <_<))
Post by The Mad Chemist on Mar 8, 2013 18:03:45 GMT -5
Singed saw a glimmer of truth on Vermillion expression and took the chance to invite her to one of the series of concerts that the orchestra symphonic of Zaun was going to make in the halls of the house of arts of Noxus that weekend. “You will like it has not…what you would call an “artistic soul” but it has something else…you will comprehend it after you hear it.” They entered the imposing yet beautiful concert hall having many and comfortable seats yet they weren’t all that many used. They took some seats on the gallery the place had a little of murmur of anticipation for the few snobby nobles that had come to the place in order to entertain themselves with the music that had come from a place like Zaun were science not arts were valuated. As the curtain rises revealing the musicians the murmurs of the curious nobles give place to respectful silence brought to live by the imposing aura of the members of the orchestra. The conductor gives the sign and the whole orchestra starts flawlessly following every instruction of the conductor and playing every note with a precision that could be perceived even by the inexperienced ears of the nobles. Some could have accused the music of being soulless and mechanical but it was far from truth the “free artistic” soul had been replaced by the “methodical madness” of those that had dedicated their entire soul and being in the perfection of their “art” and above all to be able to “get recognition” in a place where it was given only to scientists and business men. The mix of that methodical madness and that “heretic soul” give the music an aura that oppressed the heart of those that hear it connecting with their dark feelings in a way that “cheerful” music couldn’t ever hope to connect. Even the snobby nobles of Noxus had fallen prey of the music and weren’t commenting anything with due respect to the music that had captivated their hearts in a different way that the maven of the strings did. The clockwise methodology of the music stated to give away a more and more transparent feeling of madness reflected on the fast evolution and execution of the beats and notes, the music became more frantic until the lasts notes were played with a dedication and respect unimaginable to those that played music only to “have fun” “the sake of art” or to get some bread on the table in the end of the day. As the last notes of the first song are played giving the feeling of a dying cry as the first song ends and the place is still on silence this time a silence born from the haw and surprise brought by the sheer skill and dedication of the orchestra. They rested a few moments before starting the next round of songs this time even including non-classical instruments invented recently in the city giving a vibe of novelty to the complex songs and the obscure aura of the songs.
Caerys was taken aback by this music- it was passionate and stirring, but also terrifying. She watched and listened intently, letting her mind dance freely to the tempo of this music.
Once it was all done, and it was most late in the evening, Caerys yawned her tiredness. "I... I think its time for us to go home. The letters should arrive tomorrow."
Post by The Mad Chemist on Mar 9, 2013 23:21:22 GMT -5
“Yes it’s getting late and I need much to do tomorrow morning” He said to Vermillion as they abandoned the building and he rented a carriage in order to get to the Dark Bourne Hold. “Oh by the way I don’t think mentioned this before but we are staying on this castle.”
"Oh? how nice. But It doesn't matter, really. I'll be sleeping wherever you want me." Vermilion said, with a weak smile, resigning herself to her fate. Better to get it over with.
Post by The Mad Chemist on Mar 10, 2013 18:32:42 GMT -5
“Resignation is a dangerous tool of the mind it gives you the ability to deal with the unbearable but it makes you think that you don’t have any option.” He said skillfully reading his company mood as they approximated the castle. “But since you give me the right to choose over that I will have you sleep on my chambers and bed tonight and the other 4 nights.” He said and after a moment he added. “Don’t worry I won’t do anything tonight after all the letter hasn’t arrived and you haven’t make your choice.”
Given it was late at night and the duo had had a great many activities, Caerys immediately went to sleep due to tiredness. It was an uneventful evening, and by morning they were invited to the Monteclaire household for a special breakfast.
Post by The Mad Chemist on Mar 12, 2013 19:43:47 GMT -5
After his game with Swain Singed prepared dressed himself up for the occasion and rented a carriage in order to transport with Vermillion to the Monteclaire household.
Caerys leaned against Singed’s shoulder a few times in the carriage, mostly out of tiredness, and when she spoke with him as well. “Well let’s see... a manor where I‘ve been beaten by a sadist, humiliated in front of Noxian nobles... where I’ve spent countless hours training to exhaustion ... yes, I’m most certainly thrilled to be back. Nothing quite like slavery and gladiator combat to keep off the pounds, right?” She responded, only the *slightest* bit sarcastic.
The carriage would eventually pass through the slave markets, garnering Caerys’s attention. She looked out the window to see to place where she too passed through, a dying piece of meat saved by Sylvia- it was a cruel joke really, considering she was put there in the first place. The slaves were herded into small, cramped cages of ten individuals in each, and were put on display, dirty and wearing the same things as they did when captured. There were also hosing and de-dressing areas, for when the buyers wanted to inspect their goods thoroughly.
Caerys averted her eyes a moment, when she spotted three young gypsy girls being put on display next. Girls like her, from her caravan.
“Stop the carriage!” Caerys peeked out the carriage and called out to the driver, who slowed down and parked sensibly on the shoulder of the road.
Post by The Mad Chemist on Mar 12, 2013 23:30:53 GMT -5
“Had I know you liked that kind of play I wouldn’t treat so well” He responded with a small chuckle to Vermillion’s sarcasm.
After that the trip continued without any events or anything noteworthy until they passed the slave marked where humans were treated like goods.
She saw the scene with a mix of sadness empathy and disgust or at least those where the feelings that Singed was able distinguish on her face.
Then she ordered to stop the car something had set her off or maybe make her react “let’s see were this takes us” he thought getting off the car after her.
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