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Post by gillianquigley on Feb 27, 2017 2:45:33 GMT
The furniture, today, was assigned to keep charge of the archives. The archives wouldn't have been her first choice of work, but there was no choice . Her contract stated that she was to do whatever any member of the island ordered without complaint, or else they could punish her however. Anyway, what was a contract except than just a piece of paper with words on it that would apparently bind a person to the island...
As she was dusting the shelves and old maps of distant lands, she spotted a young boy by himself. It seemed as if he was staring catatonic at the book in front of him. He seems as if he needed someone to talk to. Amane crept around the shelf and stood behind him. "Hello there."
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Post by LadyEvatrice on Feb 27, 2017 3:47:54 GMT
If there was something that Shingetsu had never let die, it was his love of reading. Back before his parents had tried to turn him into a living experiment, he was allowed to read whatever books he liked and got lost in the stories. Even as his parents abused him, those stories kept his hopes open-at least until he had reached the breaking point and that older girl had saved him. He shook his head, hating that his birth parents had so much control over him, and began to try to lose himself in a book. This one seemed to be one he had read before, but he didn't mind. After all, And Then There Were None was a classic.
Shingetsu jumped at the sound of the girl's voice. "I-it's rude to startle somebody, you know..." he said with a huff. "... You're one of the servants, right?"
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Post by gillianquigley on Feb 27, 2017 21:59:12 GMT
"That I am," Amane bowed, "although, I am technically considered furniture. Tis my duty to do anything that is asked of me on this island, young sir." She grimaced at the lines that she had rehearsed and perfected for ages. Her true emotions on her current status could come out due to her being with a seemingly new person on the island. Amane's long legs transported her around the table to fully face the boy.
His hair was an icy blue that matched his eyes. She wanted to giggle at the two styled strands that looked like the horns of a mystical satyr, devil, or probably just a goat, but she knew laughing would probably offend him more. He dressed rather fancifully, for the furniture admired his orange scarf and tweed jacket. His expression was quite solemn as he focused on his book. Amane focused on the cover too. "Dame Agatha Christie. The Queen of Crime. Her works truly are classics. I remember reading some Hercule Poirot or Miss Marple in my youth. May I sit down, young master?"
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Post by LadyEvatrice on Mar 4, 2017 0:22:31 GMT
There was that word he'd heard amongst servants earlier: Furniture. Maybe it was another word for servant on this island that he simply didn't get. There always was something about adults depersonalizing anybody they didn't like to feel superior. It seemed childish. "I see... I don't quite get it, but I won't press further about it." Shingetsu clutched at the book a little tighter.
"Sure, if you want. I've always been a fan of her works, and one of the older people mentioned something about 'little gray cells,' so I wanted to see if there were any Agatha Christie books here. This is probably her most famous one, probably because it's a good model for murder mysteries," Shingetsu rambled on, a bit excited about the book. "Ten people die and the culprit gets away with it during a storm? But you can easily deduce who the culprit is, if you pick up on clues."
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Post by gillianquigley on Mar 4, 2017 1:28:32 GMT
She wasn't surprised at the confusion of the little boy. For a while, she had been confused over the definition of furniture and normal servants, but many times, she had learned that lesson. "Servants," Amane sat down and faced the reader, "like the ones you have seen, are hired and human. Furniture, such as I, are considered subhuman and bound to a certain person, or to the island itself. Servants are appointed, while furniture are contracted. Slaves to duty, so to speak," she explained. Something inside of her wanted to share her story to this complete stranger, "My contract states that I am bound to the island and whomever inhabits it. I am to do anything they ask. If I rebel, my punishment will be impugning and harsh. I have been whipped, scourged, even made a plaything to inhabitants. However, the second most prominent difference between us is that furniture contain magic. But that isn't important at the moment."
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Post by LadyEvatrice on Mar 5, 2017 17:54:32 GMT
Shingetsu pressed the book against his nose, a little overwhelmed by the explanation between a servant and furniture. From the sound of it, it sounded like furniture were treated like his biological parents had treated him, and he did his best to try not to remember that personal Hell he had suffered through before he was taken from them. To think that people could be paid to abuse children... the boy bit down on his lip to try to force back any tears. "I... I'm sorry for asking," he squeaked out.
The thing she said at the end stuck out at him. Magic? Maybe the servants and furniture were part of an elaborate prank to make guests believe in that witch he'd heard of. "Like... magic tricks, like that purple-haired girl did with the cards?" He asked.
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Post by gillianquigley on Mar 20, 2017 1:13:19 GMT
"Ho no no no no no..." Amane put her hand over her mouth and giggled. He certainly was a foreigner, so naive. "Have you heard nothing of the legends of this island? Magic is real indeed." She smirked as she turned her hand. Little emergent flames came from her palm. "But, surely this is some sort of illusion, isn't it Shingetsu? A trick of the light..." The furniture took her right hand with the fire and snapped her left one. A larger fireball appeared that was the size of both of her palms put together. Amane chuckled again and took a piece of scrap paper with her free hand, placing it into the inferno as it became ash.
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Post by LadyEvatrice on Mar 21, 2017 0:20:36 GMT
Rather than awe, Shingetsu felt a paralyzing terror at seeing the fire, and a dawning realization of everything he knew to be distorted. If magic did exist, then where was it when he was hoping for some sort of miracle to take him away from his biological parents treating their child like a video game character? When he wanted to use magic to become a bird and fly away to a new family who would love him? He bit his lip and squinted hard to fight back his emotions. "I... I see..."
Shingetsu squeezed his hands until he felt he could begin the conversation normally, since crying meant he'd only be treated like a child again. "You've made your point, Ma'am. I didn't want to believe that magic and witches could exist. But I'm now forced to accept it or doubt my eyes, and I have twenty-twenty vision."
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