OOM All Skate Skellig Dream Magic Weirdness -Part 10

[brave_kreyu]

Kreyu has taken a different shape than is usual for her. A dragon, yes, but one of quite different build and coloration!

This shape is more serpentine, although it still has four legs and wings. Her body and her wings are covered in feathers that are all the colors of the rainbow. She fusses with some of her wing feathers, the claws of this shape far smaller, as dexterous as human hands.

"How do I look?" she asks, a little nervous about her appearance.

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"Conflicting and not the kind of deal anyone would accept except at sword-point," Kreyu agrees, tail lashing.

"Those clauses point to the signer as being the one subjected to the terms, but going by the date neither of these two could have signed the contract, they wouldn't have been born yet."

"Ah, yes. If you read further down in the seventh section you'll see that upon death of the signer the debt passes to their next of kin." SOMEONE wasn't expecting to actually have to defend the contents of the contracts.

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And certainly wasn't expecting to have to defend them against a line of questioning from a TALKING CAT.

Skellig makes a bit of a face at that detail, then glances up at Cylon. "And you have proof of the death of the original debtor, I would imagine?" Because while yes he has heard it from Xenophon, can Cylon prove it? Or perhaps there is another angle further down they can try to take advantage of?

(He does not want to make Cylon too nervous, as it might make negotiations of price risky. They could easily buy these outright, he assumes. But he needs to know what exactly the debt is... and how much has been paid on it so far. Clearly both Kirke and Xenophon HAVE been working towards it.)

[brave_kreyu]

"Not personally," Cylon replies. "Those records are kept in the city archives, and getting access to them is likely to be a bit of a trial."

Kreyu makes a humming noise. "Ah, here we are." The sum she reads out is frankly outrageous, as Skellig can probably tell from how she 'feels'.

"Open to negotiation, of course," Cylon says, recovering just the tiniest bit. "Particularly if the payment is all at once as opposed to over time."

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"So long is there is not any debate later, should the original debt holder rise from the grave..." The way he mutters it, it is clear that 'Sokratis' isn't fully impressed by the response.

He brings his bag up from his side and places it on the table - the accompanying thunk and jingle of coins and stones will be one Cylon is quite familiar with. A glance into the bag and he reaches for a few matching stones, placing them into two piles on the table top, equal.

[brave_kreyu]

"The contract will be in your keeping, to do with as you see fit," Cylon assures him.

Kreyu climbs back onto 'Sokratis's shoulder, if only to keep from putting her claws into Cylon.

The bidding is brisk, Cylon's greed pushing him forward, but they do settle on a price for both contracts after a while.

Cylon reaches to clasp Skellig's forearm to seal the deal. "You are a canny bidder my friend, but these two will serve you well, whatever use you would put them to."

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"They will be quite useful members of my house," Skellig says. "I am grateful to you for starting them well."

It is very difficult to speak of Xenophon and Kirke's future as if they are livestock. Or a tool to be used and then discarded. It goes against every fiber of what he stands for. And even if it is just a ruse... it must be kept up for at least a short while longer.

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It bothers Kreyu too, Skellig can feel it. "I am inclined to send my eldest brother your way," Kreyu tells Cylon. Her voice sounds sweet, but if you KNOW about her oldest brother... "I'm sure he would be quite interested in your contracts."

"Please, do not not hesitate to send your eldest brother to visit."

"I won't."

Xenophon takes his sister's hand and they walk out of the villa behind Skellig.

"Ugh, I feel SLIMY," she mutters when they are out of earshot, tail lashing.

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"Slimy is a very accurate description, my love." Skellig adjusts his posture as they walk clear of the villa; once they have turned a corner and are out of earshot and view, he allows himself to relax just slightly.

"What should be done with these tablets?" He asks Kreyu. They are stored in a bag which Cylon had brought to the table by another slave.

Kirke is quiet, clutching her brother's hand tightly - she thought he was dead! And now they have been bought by this man and he has a talking cat! She is anxious, curious, and grateful all at the same time...

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"Personally, I would break them into tiny little pieces," Kreyu offers. "Slavery is a vile practice that should not exist, and they're not going to be anywhere near here where the lack of the contracts might be an issue."


Xenophon squeezes his sister's hand. "We're free Kirke."

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Nodding, he reaches up and scratches beneath Kreyu's chin, speaking quietly as to not interrupt the moment being shared between siblings. "That was my thought as well, but before I destroyed them I did not want it to be a potential issue later."

They will find a place where it is safe to break them soon enough. Skellig might even suggest that Xenophon and Kirke help break them apart - as a therapeutic process?

Kirke is still processing the shock of free when he glances back towards then. To Kreyu, his voice still low: "I plan to offer to outfit them for their travels. And perhaps find a food stall, I can't survive on wine alone...I know you might appreciate a meal as well." Surely he can find a fresh fish somewhere?

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Chin scratches are lovely, and she purrs.

"A meal and some shopping would be therapeutic for all of us, I feel."

The market isn't hard to find, after a few turns. It's leaner than the one they found in Amikaya by far, few luxury items of any kind, but food and basic necessities seem available enough.

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Fish is harder to come by than he expects it to be (not that he minds as he is NOT a fan of eating it) but they find a stall selling roasted skewers of game bird (some type of waterfowl) and that will suffice. Initially he gets a weird look when he asks for a piece to only be lightly cooked over the coals and without any of the seasoning, but then the person running the stall sees the cat perched upon his shoulder and it makes sense.

(Something is definitely muttered about 'rich eccentrics' as they take their leave but Skellig pays it no mind as they find a place to sit and eat.)

"So," he says to Xenophon and Kirke, as they settle - and he shreds the chunk of meat for Kreyu into more manageable bites automatically, as if he's done this for her a thousand times before. "We would like to outfit you for your travels, before we take our leave. Have you thought more about where you would like to go?"

The pieces for Kreyu get set beside him on a piece of lightly waxed paper, that was used to wrap the skewer.

[brave_kreyu]

Her husband is SO thoughtful! Clearly, she has the best possible husband. She purrs as she devours her meal.

"Far from here," Kirke says firmly. Xenophon squeezes her hand.

"Yes, we would not wish to see these lands again. The sight of them aches, in our hearts."

"I would worry for them, traveling in this area," Kreyu adds, voice just loud enough for all of them to hear. "With this much unrest, there are bandits and robbers aplenty on the roads. A ship would be safer, if we can find one with a reliable reputation."

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Considering something as he works on his own meal, Skellig has an idea but it is not one he is quite finished debating the pros and cons of. Without going into too much (the talking cat is actually my shape-shifting dragon wife) detail, he suggests it to Kreyu:

"They could both travel alongside us for a few days," he says. "Until perhaps we reach a port city that is less ragged as Mycenae? And then they could choose from there where a more reliable ship might be found?"

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"There is a port not too far from here that would serve," Kreyu muses. "I know a ship captain who retired there, as a matter of fact."

"We would be grateful for your company," Kirke says. Xenophon looks between Skellig and his sister. "My sister is very brave, she will not fear your company."

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"Excellent," he says, in response to all of it. He tears another few chunks off of his skewer and places them down for Kreyu - if she is going to be flying later, she will benefit from the extra nibbles.

Once they have finished, now shopping can occur - for things OTHER than people. Handing over gems and coins in exchange for their contracts was the safest way to go about it, but Skellig still feels 'slimy', as Kreyu mentioned...

"We should start with the simple things," he offers as a suggestion. It is not as if Kirke was dressed in rags, being one of the girls who would serve such a man of 'high class' as Cylon. But they can perhaps find a few things better suited for travel.

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She will indeed, and a hungry dragon is a CRANKY dragon.

It isn't too hard to find what they need, clothes suited for travel, more sleeping rolls, provisions that will keep, tools for setting up a camp and making fire.

The longer Kirke is with them, the more relaxed she becomes, coming out of her defensive shell. Her tongue can be sharp when a merchant tries to cheat them or sell them inferior product!

Still, the shopping has taken up time, and the sun is getting low. "It might be prudent to find an inn to stay the night," Kreyu offers. "We can afford two rooms readily enough, have a proper dinner and wash up."

The decision is not at ALL motivated by her growing desire to cuddle with her husband, nope.

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The suggestion is a wise one - after some discussion with another shopkeeper about where a more reputable inn might be found - one that Kirke and Xenophon would likely consider outside of their 'budget', but it is not a stretch with the stock that Kreyu and Skellig have carried with them into Mycenae. Discussions are had about what time to meet up again in the morning to set off, rooms are paid for, dinners arranged to be brought up from the kitchens (while a side-trip to the baths are made) and finally after the sun has set, Skellig closes the door to 'his' room and locks it securely behind him.

There are two covered dishes on the table (they had not asked questions as to why the solo traveler would want two servings) and Skellig dips his shoulder as he nears the bed, allowing her to jump down as he places his bags at the foot on a low bench.

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She leaps down from his shoulder onto the bed, resuming her familiar winged human shape shortly after landing.

She moves toward him immediately, to touch his face. "Missed this," she says, voice soft.

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Now it is Skellig's turn to dip his face towards her touch - he sighs gently and closes his eyes, allowing her to run her fingertips over his face, touch and trace across the features she knows so very well.

"Me too," he breathes. "More than I realized until this moment."

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Once she has traced his face, she moves to stand. Much easier to hug him when they are both standing up!

She wraps her arms around him, presses her face to his neck. "I have missed my hands most keenly," she murmurs. "More than I ever have before."

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"Having them back must be a bit of an adjustment," he admits. "Even if it was only a short while they were unavailable to you. I think we did well enough in the meantime."

Lots of chin scritches. He smirks faintly. "I did quite enjoy your posturing when that bastard thought he might offer you petting."

[brave_kreyu]

"It is an adjustment, but one I am somewhat used to making." She nods. "We did the best we could, and your scratches were most appreciated."

She smirks. "Hardly posturing when I would have left him bloody had he tried it," she quips, tone dark and pleased that he enjoyed her actions.

"Was tempted to have a go at his head, leave his scalp a bloody mess."

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"I appreciated your restraint," Skellig teases. "It did make negotiations easier."

He sighs. "I felt so...filthy during all of that," he admits. "Was one of the reasons I took an extra moment to scrub my skin clean before coming up to the room."

People should NOT be bought and sold!

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She kisses his neck softly. "So did I," she confesses. "But Xenophon and Kirke are free, and that creature won't be profiting from such things once my eldest brother pays him a visit."

She rubs his back between his wings. "He has a particular distaste for those who use bureaucracy as a weapon."