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 Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:12 pm
The slave returned quickly with food for the two of them. He placed Arron's tray on the bedside table, then started to eat what he brought for himself, allowing his friend to sleep a little longer before finally tapping his shoulder.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:29 pm
The young man sat up. "Huh..?" he mumbled, "...I-I guess I fell asleep... Sorry." Arron smiled sheepishly & sat up.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:43 pm
"That's all right. I brought food for you, if you're hungry," the slave smiled and pointed at the tray on the bedside table.
"The food is delicious here... ah, but then again, I don't tend to eat very well normally, so anything with flavour tastes good." he added sheepishly.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:46 pm
Arron nodded, grabbing the plate that the young man brought back for him. "Th-Thank you." he said before digging in. After a few bites he asked, "...Th-Think she knows y-you're gone..?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 11:05 pm
The slave looked at the floor at the mention of his Mistress.
"Yes. I'm certain she knows I'm gone. I'm unsure how, but she tends to always know where I am as well. I'm positive she'll come for me..." his voice was quiet, and regretful.
"So... I can only enjoy the time I have away from that place... and without my collar." he gently put his hand to his neck.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 11:11 pm
Arron nodded, listening. "...maybe if-if we tried to-to regain y-your memories it-it will break her h-hold on you..?" he suggested.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 11:17 pm
"With what little time we may have left, I can only see that as an option right now," the slave agreed, nodding thoughtfully, "if it will help, I can put together everything I know about myself so far. There isn't much, but anything might help."
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 11:19 pm
Arron nodded, making some stationary appear. He handed it to the slave. "Write d-down everything you re-remember." he said.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 11:30 pm
"Ah, all right." he looked down at the stationery, still not entirely used to Arron's amazing technological capabilities. Once the awe wore off though, he started to write down everything he knew, however unimportant it seemed. As he finished, he double-checked it, then handed the list to Arron.
"There... isn't much. I'm sorry." he admitted. The list said the following:
1) I woke up in a bed with no memories of who I was or how I got there. I was naked, and had no possessions. My Mistress claimed she saved my life, then told me I belonged to her from then on.
2) I remember a tall, stone tower, and the face of a man with piercing blue eyes.
3) My body somehow remembers simple ballroom dance-steps.
4) I said the name Atticus in my sleep, and "careful", and "practice".
5) I recall going a speed similar to a hoverboard, and seeing the night sky go by quickly above me. The hoverboard was a much smoother ride than from my memory though.
6) My ribs have been cracked in the past before my slavery.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 11:38 pm
The young man read the list frowning thoughtfully. "...Th-Theory number one... Y-You were betrayed by th-the man with th-the blue eyes... & were of n-nobility..?" suggested Arron.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 11:41 pm
"...nobility? That... can't be true. If I were someone with that kind of background... I'm sure someone at one of the events I've been to would have recognized me." he retorted, though he had no way of disproving the first part of Arron's theory.
"Besides... I'm hardly very impressive. I don't think I could have been some one so important." he muttered.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 11:48 pm
"I-I'm a stranded al-alien from a-another world." deadpanned the mechanic, "Anything is-is possible." There were times when the sweet mechanic would show great sarcasm.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 11:53 pm
"You have a point, but still... if I were that important, I would have been recognized... or people would have been looking for me..." he paused when a horrible thought crossed his mind.
"Unless... I was some sort of tyrant. Then... it may have been better that I met such a fate. Anyone that recognized me might have thought the same... and surely no one would want to find me if that were the case." his face drained of colour at the thought. There was a possibility that he'd been a terrible person before he lost his memory. All of the time he'd spent as a slave then would have been his just punishment.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 12:05 am
"...I-I don't think th-that's the case... Y-You may be thought of as-as dead..." he said frowning, "I-I mean the-the mistress may be-be telling th-the truth." He did not want the slave to fret on that. "Let's focus on re-regaining your memories... as for the ride... maybe it was by horseback at-at night?" he suggested.
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Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 12:15 am
It was a hard thought to let go of. It made a lot of sense, for him to have been a bad person. No one would look for him... no one would come to his aid... and certainly, that would mean that he deserved everything he'd been put through. The thought scared him, and he held his own bruised sides tightly as if to keep himself together. It was almost enough for him to resign himself to never remembering, just to avoid knowing about what might have been a horrible truth. At least that way, he wouldn't entirely hate himself.
"A... horse...would certainly make sense..." he responded with a shaky voice, lowering his head and tucking his knees up to his chest. "I... don't think that... I want to know who I am any more. It may be best if I simply... don't know."
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