06-04-2017, 06:59 PM
The sudden change of the bubble's movement stirred the green haired youth. He only tried, with success this time, to stand up when the bubble was enough close to the floor. At least he would not slip again, he hoped.
He didn't say anything during his new "master's" presentation. He didn't care about the man's name, or how he wasn't like other Blessed. If only, it just meaned he'd need to be wary of him, but he was trained for that. Most of Cursed have tun away from their masters long time before him, and he was no less than them. Still, when the mage revealed his appearance, a deep frown of concern installed itself in the rebel's face, that mage was something he never dared to imagine. Just watching the other gave him shivers down his spine, something he had to hide from the others, he couldn't show any weakness, and, not for the first time, he wondered if magic was more a course than a blessing.
Still, the mage wouldn't give him time to find a solution. The threat was clear, more than any of the orders his superiors gave to him, that was for sure. Former slaves had told him some of the horrors they had to pass for their owners, and how did they escape. And the first thing he needed was patience: patience to learn every place of the house he would be, patience to memmorize every habit of its inhabitants, patience to find a find a blind spot, amd patiente to trace a plan to escape. So, for the moment, he could play the role of a mindless servant as he nooded silently.
For now, it was the only thing he could do.
He didn't say anything during his new "master's" presentation. He didn't care about the man's name, or how he wasn't like other Blessed. If only, it just meaned he'd need to be wary of him, but he was trained for that. Most of Cursed have tun away from their masters long time before him, and he was no less than them. Still, when the mage revealed his appearance, a deep frown of concern installed itself in the rebel's face, that mage was something he never dared to imagine. Just watching the other gave him shivers down his spine, something he had to hide from the others, he couldn't show any weakness, and, not for the first time, he wondered if magic was more a course than a blessing.
Still, the mage wouldn't give him time to find a solution. The threat was clear, more than any of the orders his superiors gave to him, that was for sure. Former slaves had told him some of the horrors they had to pass for their owners, and how did they escape. And the first thing he needed was patience: patience to learn every place of the house he would be, patience to memmorize every habit of its inhabitants, patience to find a find a blind spot, amd patiente to trace a plan to escape. So, for the moment, he could play the role of a mindless servant as he nooded silently.
For now, it was the only thing he could do.