Post by epitagh on Oct 20, 2009 20:05:41 GMT -5
Footsteps echoed in the spiraling staircase as Ra'Lane made his way to the prisons. His mind cycled through his many objectives. He had a lot to get done, and not a whole lot of time. First thing on that list was obtaining adequate help. A slave was necessary for him to do his job.
He walked slowly, quickly bringing to mind everything he needed in a slave. He needed someone he could trust, well trust in his sense, that was loyal to him and would act without him ordering it, a smart slave as well. He couldn't be forced to babysit them. All and all, it meant the slave would have to like him in some sense. Which would be hard, impossible even.
Omarion had told him of a slave they had open, that hadn't been assigned to a angel yet. Her name was unavailable. Interesting that they wouldn't even know that, but it was irrelevant. He walked through the prisons, passing many cells on the way. He easily pictured the map of the cells in his mind.
When he arrived at his destination, he found the slave he was looking for. Her shirt was stained with blood, dried already from the time waiting in the cell. Her brown hair hung down, touching the floor were she sat. It wasn't as long as Ra'Lane's, but it was rare anyone did have hair as long as him. Her legs sat in a fashion that obviously hinted they were broken, like Omarion had said. She wasn't that tall either, about five inches shorter then Ra'Lane. He leaned against the wall, looking at her through the bars of her cell.
He understood now why they hadn't even found her name. Her body language showed someone who cared nothing for pain or fear. She had one goal, what that goal was, Ra'Lane didn't know yet, but he intended to find out.
He pulled out a book, found the nearest empty page. He pulled a needle out with his left hand, and opened a bottle of ink on his belt. Dipping the needle into the ink, he begun moving the needle carefully and precisely across the page and started drawing the girl. As he did he started talking.
"Here is how we are going to operate, and if you cooperate, it'll make your life a whole lot easier. For now, I am going to ask you a series of questions, you will answer them in order and detailed."
He paused letting that sink in, finishing the last part of his drawing, then started writing notes about the girl. He looked at her after finishing the last note, then packed away his tools. Then he begun his first chain of questions.
"Who are you? Where are you from? Who is your liege? Who do you live with?"
He gave adequate pauses between statements, giving her time to register the questions before moving to the next. Studying her body language to each question. After finishing the last question, of that chain, he waited a second. , then asked,
"Where is your lover?"
He walked slowly, quickly bringing to mind everything he needed in a slave. He needed someone he could trust, well trust in his sense, that was loyal to him and would act without him ordering it, a smart slave as well. He couldn't be forced to babysit them. All and all, it meant the slave would have to like him in some sense. Which would be hard, impossible even.
Omarion had told him of a slave they had open, that hadn't been assigned to a angel yet. Her name was unavailable. Interesting that they wouldn't even know that, but it was irrelevant. He walked through the prisons, passing many cells on the way. He easily pictured the map of the cells in his mind.
When he arrived at his destination, he found the slave he was looking for. Her shirt was stained with blood, dried already from the time waiting in the cell. Her brown hair hung down, touching the floor were she sat. It wasn't as long as Ra'Lane's, but it was rare anyone did have hair as long as him. Her legs sat in a fashion that obviously hinted they were broken, like Omarion had said. She wasn't that tall either, about five inches shorter then Ra'Lane. He leaned against the wall, looking at her through the bars of her cell.
He understood now why they hadn't even found her name. Her body language showed someone who cared nothing for pain or fear. She had one goal, what that goal was, Ra'Lane didn't know yet, but he intended to find out.
He pulled out a book, found the nearest empty page. He pulled a needle out with his left hand, and opened a bottle of ink on his belt. Dipping the needle into the ink, he begun moving the needle carefully and precisely across the page and started drawing the girl. As he did he started talking.
"Here is how we are going to operate, and if you cooperate, it'll make your life a whole lot easier. For now, I am going to ask you a series of questions, you will answer them in order and detailed."
He paused letting that sink in, finishing the last part of his drawing, then started writing notes about the girl. He looked at her after finishing the last note, then packed away his tools. Then he begun his first chain of questions.
"Who are you? Where are you from? Who is your liege? Who do you live with?"
He gave adequate pauses between statements, giving her time to register the questions before moving to the next. Studying her body language to each question. After finishing the last question, of that chain, he waited a second. , then asked,
"Where is your lover?"