Don't Forget Me.

Independent Lea RP. Previously known as viiidancingflames. Written by Vince.

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Hesitantly, he started poking through the cabinets. He didn’t know if Mrs. Potts even kept the spices he’d need on hand. He found the cupboard with all the spices and started digging through it. So many of them were foreign to him, but he recognized a few of them.

He sighed when Lea said that. “It’s your decision, Master,” he said. “I’ll do whatever you command.” He was between a rock and a hard place really. Either he disobeyed an order or he made a mess. Either way Ansem would have him beaten.

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    “Fine, fine.” Lea would hate to see Saix get hurt just because he actually wanted to do something for once. It’s a hard knock life for them in their own ways. “Let’s go find Mrs. Potts instead. She can’t be sleeping-- it’s too late in the day for that.” 

    Lea went around the kitchen and placed everything back where it went and closed up the cabinets (except the one Saix was looking in). He was almost proud of himself for how clean he left the room.

    He went on to search the palace for Mrs. Potts or any of the cooking staff. Perhaps they were at some little meeting or something. There could be an event coming up they’re planning for that Lea didn’t know about. Some slaves were about here and there, cleaning as is their duty.

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He felt better after he finished the prayer. It felt like he was Isa again, for the few heartbeats the prayer lasted. He lowered his hands to his lap, not eating just yet, just enjoying the feeling for as long as it would last.

Lea was easily the best master he’d ever had. He acted like a friend, talked to Saix like Saix was a real person, never seemed to remember that Saix was a slave on a choke collar. And now this.

His breath caught at the question. “No, Master,” he said softly. “My last owners–didn’t let me do many things.” He’d been forbidden to speak Arabic, let alone his native Bazhir. Prayer had been worse. He’d lost count of the times he’d been whipped for breaking those rules.

Finally, almost reluctantly, he started to eat.

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    “I’m sorry that you had to deal with such people.” Lea regret that Ansem was like that as well. Slaves were still people but others didn’t see that. Saix had feelings and beliefs just as much Lea did; why repress that? This frustrated Lea to no end, and it showed in his expression and his voice.

    Lea continued to eat his meal slowly. Something was certainly feeling off about him today. Every few seconds he would sniff to avoid having to wipe his nose. Eventually it became so persistent that he had to keep using tissues like he would usually use up napkins at the dinner table.

    Lea was forced to stop about halfway through his meal because of his sickly interruptions. “I think I’m getting a cold. Ugh, why now?”

[upturning-1nkpots]

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I’m really bad at coming up with questions but

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This is hella late but I did a thing for coming out day

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This is hella late but I did a thing for coming out day

Based off of Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

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Attendant was Saix’s official title. If his master chose not to use it, Saix supposed it wasn’t any stranger than his reluctance to use the word ‘slave.’ Either was true and fair, and Saix had learned to accept either of them being used to describe him. They were better by far than the names that his skin and heritage earned him.

He sighed when Lea started talking. This was going to end badly for him, he could already tell. They would make a mess, or Lea would get sick, and he would be blamed and beaten. But it wasn’t his call. He was a slave. In the absence of an overriding order from Ansem, it was Lea’s decision what they did.

“I’ve never cooked in a kitchen like this, Master,” he said. “And I don’t even know what most of the spices Mrs. Potts uses are. My pe–Agrabah uses very different techniques than here. It’s likely to end badly.”

And when it did, he would be blamed. He’d already resigned himself to that fact.

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    Lea was beginning to look through the cabinets. He didn’t know what he was going to find. In all of his lessons, he never learned to cook. He could recite the top twenty most important events of the last ten years in chronological order but couldn’t tell you how to cook an egg. “We can figure it out. Just because I’ve been eating Mrs. Potts cooking for a long time doesn’t mean I don’t like other things too.” 

    “If you’re really so against it then we don’t have to.” Lea finally pulled himself from the cabinets, placing everything exactly the way it was. He looked over to Saix for advice. If something bad were to happen just because Lea wanted to cook for himself for once, then he wouldn’t do it. Seeing anything bad happen to Saix hurt Lea as well, just not in the same way. Saix always had it worse. Lea just didn’t like seeing that fact.

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Royal life was more stressful for Radiant Gardeners than for Bazhir. Not that the Bazhir had royals, at least not kings. But Isa’s life had never been so stressful as to make them sick. That normal life could knock Lea on his ass came as something of a surprise.

He watched for a moment, startled, when his master bowed his head. That was actually how the Bazhir prayed, but it wasn’t an uncommon form for prayer. Plenty of religions used the form.

He bowed his head, pressing his hands together. Softly, too soft and too quick for his master to try to identify the language, he prayed to God and the desert, thanking them for the gift of food and company. He added an apology for not praying to them since the last time he was sold, and asked their permission to eat. He paused for a moment, then lifted his head, grateful that being forbidden to look his master in the eye meant his master couldn’t easily read the shine in his eyes.

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    Lea simply waited while Saix prayed. He was getting more eager to eat now but didn’t want to be rude. If there was something a servant should be allowed to have, it should be hope. Religion and belief in a god that could save them gave people hope. If it was something that Saix believed in then he would allow them to do as they wanted.

    Then again, Lea wasn’t very strict. With Ansem out of sight he’d let Saix do almost anything they wanted. Small victories for him and Saix. It was the least he could offer as a good friend and master.

    Lea lifted his head when Saix was done and began to eat slowly, eyeing Saix to make sure they were eating as well. He wanted to ask questions but wasn’t sure if they’d be alright with that. But it couldn’t hurt, right?

    “Did your last owners let you pray?” he said, mouth half full.

[north-of-annwn]

Hurricane Matthew

PSA for those on the Coast: BE SAFE, and BE SMART! 

This one is going to be a gnarly one.  It’s not expected to make landfall, but ride the coast all the way up. This means it probably won’t reduce in strength like most storms do.  Mother Nature is a terrifying force and sometimes we cannot stand against her. 

If you are in Evacuation Zones please heed warnings and the advice of Emergency Responders. If demanded to evacuate, please comply.  Things can be replaced, you can’t.

The National Guard has been mobilized, but not evacuating when you should puts their lives at risk as well as yours. 

To those outside the danger zones, but still in the path- Hunker down.  Make sure you have: 

Dry Food

Candles

Flashlights

Batteries

window/door seals

pull in all outside decor/furniture not cemented down (they’ll become projectiles). 

Your Bathtub filled with water in case they shut off the city water

FIrst Aid supplies, benedryl, epipen, bandages, antiseptic, etc

Duct Tape (You never know what this stuff is good for)

emergency radio

An emergency plan should you get separated from family (keep in mind cell towers may be out)

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    “Whoa.” Lea looked at his hands. Well, Isa’s hands. The were much more pale than his own. Calloused in specific spots from writing and studying. His nails were longer than his own (his being bitten and gnawed on as a bad habit).

   Everything felt different. His mind definitely didn’t feel the same either.

   He looked at himself-- er, Isa. “Now I know what it’s like to feel tall. It’s incredible.”

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Open || Mad World

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     Isa welcomed the embrace. It was warm as Lea always was. His heart was racing horribly. Whatever that void was, he’d never want to step through one again.

     He took Lea’s hand and was hoisted up. His legs didn’t feel like lead anymore. Strange. “Thanks.” He breathed, dusting himself off. “Well, it looks like we’re someplace lower than the tower. I’ll be ready when you are.”

     This was a strange place and he never wanted to get near here any longer.

     “This way seems clear,” Isa said, looking around a corner.

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    “You think that was some kind of magic or something? Someone could be trying to help us get out.” But wouldn’t they need to see them in order to cast magic near them? They certainly didn’t see anyone. It would remain a mystery because Lea just wanted out, no matter the means.

    Lea kept a fast walking pace. His spindly legs helped him go a little faster, but he made sure to slow down so Isa could keep up. His heart was still pounding in his chest so Isa’s must be too, though he was beginning to calm down.

    After walking down the passage, a large set of doors stood before them. “This has to lead to a main room. We should be able to get out through there... hopefully.”

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His master had a headache. Saïx suspected it was a combination of overexertion and generally not wanting to deal with his classes, but he hadn’t left his room all day, leaving Saïx to fetch meals for him. It meant that Saïx got to eat with his master, which was a nice change. Lea was actually pleasant company, and he treated Saïx like the same.

Saïx set the breakfast tray on the small table in his master’s room. After a moment’s hesitation, he sat down beside his master. Lea never seemed to mind when he did this.

He waited, quiet, for his master to start eating. “Master?” he asked, hesitant. He’d given up his faith and his culture, but somehow, in private with only his master to witness, it seemed almost safe to pick it back up. “May I—pray?”

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    For once Lea was telling the truth. He felt much more than a headache but that was the most he could get away with; he knew that. Thankfully Saix would aid him whether he told the truth or lied. He was much more fortunate than the Boy Who Cried Wolf.

    When food eventually came, Lea was hardly up for eating. He was hungry but if he took a bite, he feared his stomach might explode. Either way Lea was up for the challenge. He was reaching for his fork when Saix spoke up.

    Pray? Lea had never prayed before. Then again Saix was asking if he could pray, not that he must join in. Although he felt compelled to do so anyways. “Sure, go ahead.” Lea didn’t know what praying was actually like. He put his hands together, closed his eyes and put his head down. That’s what all the people in the books and paintings did. If he did something wrong, he hoped Saix would at least see his attempt to show respect.

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Saïx followed his master, long legs keeping up with lea effortlessly. If his master didn’t want to call Saïx by the title he deserved, Saïx wouldn’t make him. It was his master’s decision.

“Attendants?” he offered. It was his formal title, and the title of all the body servants and slaves. Lea and Ansem both had attendants, Saïx and Xehanort respectively. They served their masters’ every need, stayed with them day and night.

Ansem wouldn’t beat Lea for treating a slave like a person, but he would make an effort to correct the line of thinking in other ways. And Saïx was all too aware that if he tried to act like a person, Ansem would beat him.

His eyes widened. He knew how to cook—Bazhir mages all knew how to cook—but he’d never tried in a real kitchen. “I—I do, yes, Master,” he said. “But—we should wait. Mrs. Potts must be nearby, we can get her…” He trailed off. Arguing with his master was stupid. His will belonged to Lea.

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    Attendants sounded nice. To attend something more or less means to be present at some sort of event, usually voluntarily. Although none of the slaves were here voluntarily. Baby sitters end up doing the dirty work in place of the parents. Sitter still seemed to win in his mind. 

     Although Lea was glad to see that some of the servants enjoyed what they could, some small victories here and there. Even Saix didn’t seem to hate being an attendant. Specifically Lea’s attendant. He tried to be more of a friend than a master because how much truly separated Saix and Lea? In fact, Saix was more likely smarter, more skilled and more experienced than Lea. Who thought that through?

    Saix was just proving it even more every day.

    “I wanna try cooking something myself just this once. You tell me what to do and I’ll do it. Say there’s some freak event where I’m on my own. I at least wanna know how to cook something, right?” Lea knew that was a long shot. It would probably never happen, but who could really tell?

    “Come on. We make something, we eat, we clean it up. It’ll be like it never happened.”

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Too Hot (Hot Damn) || Knightlyisms

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Wanderlust… Is that what people called it? To have the consistent need to be elsewhere at any given moment? To have the want to be away?

What-have-you, her legs moved, her mind in an idle ricochet of a thought process. Or a mockery thereof. They had sent her off and away on some end-all-be-all scheme, and yet said nothing else to her upon her arrival here in… Radiant Garden? Yes, that.

A calm place, with calm people…

What potential had she here? Honestly. The Council must get their jollies off of —

Oh. There was now someone in front of her. Apparently a few margins younger and… Less wise should she take a stab at it.

Rolling her shoulders, making not only armor rustle but bones crack in protest, her stance adjusted becoming a bit more poised, a bit tenser and trained. All in good rehearsal after all. To be fair, she’d never intended to interact with the locals. Yet somehow, much like this one, they all seemed eager to find her.

“No… It’s fine,” Her brow furrowed in confusion as her telepathy replied for her. The tone borderline sarcastic. “What’s with the getup? Isn’t it tacky?” If only she could look in a mirror this would be much simpler. But instead she saw fit to insult a younger native.

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    Lea wasn’t impressed. Knights in armor weren’t exactly common but guards were. Knights and guards were hardly different in the eyes of the teenager. For the most part, they had the same job just under a different name. In fact, most of the guards that Lea knew were assholes. Even more of a reason to be unimpressed.

    The only thing that caught him off guard was the lack of... her lips moving? She was speaking but her lips weren’t moving. Some form of magic, he presumed. Isa never tried that on him. Impressive...

    Tacky wouldn’t have been the word Lea would have gone with for his outfit. “I could say the same about your getup. Seriously; overdoing it much?” He said, crossing his arms in an as-a-matter-of-fact motion. “It probably does its job but it’s waaaay too bulky. Barrier armor made of magic would be just as effective and it’d be lighter. Think about it.”

    Lea was proud of himself for thinking of something clever. Although it was Isa more or less rubbing off on him. He didn’t even know if it was possible to make armor out of magic, but it sounded cool.

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He smiled, adjusting his master’s collar so that he could breathe better. He liked listening to Lea talk. He talked like he was talking to a real person, not a slave with a choke collar. He talked like Saïx was a real person.

His smile turned crooked when Lea asked him if he was hungry. “I’m supposed to be asking you that, Master,” he reminded him. He was a slave. His needs came second to his master’s in every way.

It wasn’t a bad place to be a slave, this palace. Ansem hated Saïx on principle, because he was a runaway and a mage and a fighter and had not been bred and born into slavery. But he never took his rage out on Saïx, only punished him if he did something wrong. And Lea seemed not to understand what having a slave meant at all, that he didn’t have to ask if Saïx was hungry or care if he said yes.

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    Lea walked fast, downstairs towards the kitchens so they could muster up something to eat. “Well, people forget that you can get hungry too. Just like all the other...” he paused. He really really didn’t want to say slave. Lea knew that was the truth, but just the notion of someone being called a slave disgusted him. “...people like you get hungry too, and tired. I don’t get punished for not paying attention, but someone else can get punished for taking a break. They’re practically the same thing, aren’t they?”

    He was getting heated and probably too loud. If someone heard him, he might be flogged. Lea didn’t know that though. “Sorry.”

    Lea forced himself to keep his mouth shut until they arrived at the kitchens. It was better for him to stay quiet if there were people around. However, to Lea’s surprise, no one was there. Usually servants were up this early preparing breakfast.

    That left a challenge that Lea was more than willing to take. He would need some assistance of course. “Well... there’s no one here and I’m hungry. How about we cook something ourselves? You could teach me how to cook!” Lea assumed that Saix knew how to cook. He felt it a safe assumption but, “You... do know how to cook, right?”

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