jbear
First Post
Kane smiles at Takahaan's comment, his good cheer returning.
"Th-than k-kyou T-taka. B-but I owe you a s-story ... L-let m-me tell it b-before I s-sleep. N-n ...N-no-r-ri..."
Kane's frustration is obvious as he wrestles with Noriaki's name, unable to find a suitable diminutive. He resorts to gesturing towards him until to his relief Noriaki turns to him to speak about the same subject. Relieved at not having to speak he gestures for Noriaki to give him the clothes he wishes cleaned. His hands go about the task automatically, the muck disappearing as they pass over the cloth. Momentarily Kane studies Ishirou with distaste while this goes on as though deciding whether to say something or not.
As he studies Ishirou his distaste melts into neutrality. He nods towards Ishirou and his head drops. Kane's voice becomes clear, free of stutter, but haunting and hard on the ear as his Ghost Voice issues forth.
"Class, rank and blood, whether noble or not are all meaningless here. There is only dead or alive in Netari's Game. We are all alive for now. You are alive Ishirou. And you are needed. If you stand alone amongst us, then yes ... perhaps you will die. Perhaps we will all die. If you stand with us, perhaps we will live. Do not think I clean Noriaki's clothes because I have the condition of a servant. He is neither above me, nor below. His coin that he offers is more worthless than spit here on the island. I do it because in the game of survival, those who have friends survive. Those that stand alone die."
He raises his head and meets Noriaki's eye square on. He begins flicking his coin.
"I am h-happy to h-help you, N-Noriak-ki. B-but don't insult me."
He tosses Noriaki's clothes back to him, now spotless. His head sinks down once more as his wierd Ghost Voice issues forth.
"This is how I lost my eye, Takahaan. I was born into slavery upon a large merchant ship. When I was a boy, old enough to climb the riggings, the ship was boarded by pirates. The pirate who stumbled upon me, stabbed at me with his sword, a sword not curved like the other pirates', but instead a straight and long sword, not unlike the one I carry. I can only guess I had annoyed him as I stood, quite accidently, in the way of whatever they came to pilfer. Which it seems meant me deserving of death. But death did not come. My father stepped in front of the sword blow. The blow meant to split my head, pierced by father through the neck. And me through the eye. My collapse out of his path must have been enough, as he did not finish me. Something one day I hope he wil regret. My father died there on the spot. I lay stuck beneath him in a pool of our blood. I never saw the pirate again. But I will never forget what he looks like. Black long hair, tied back with green leather. Turquoise boots, thin beard held bound with metal rings."
He lifts his head, though his face is lost in the distance as his fiddles with his hoop earing.
"... a golden hoop earing ... he looks just like me. Except his eyes. His eyes were white like snow."
Kane doesn't even notice that his stutter has disappeared as he speaks the last words with his own voice. He stares off into space for a good while but he quite suddenly returns to the present, his gaze coming back into focus with some eye fluttering. His grin returns with his stutter.
"T-tomr-r-row, you t-tell the s-story, T-taka. G'night"
He rolls over and begins a very restless sleep.
"Th-than k-kyou T-taka. B-but I owe you a s-story ... L-let m-me tell it b-before I s-sleep. N-n ...N-no-r-ri..."
Kane's frustration is obvious as he wrestles with Noriaki's name, unable to find a suitable diminutive. He resorts to gesturing towards him until to his relief Noriaki turns to him to speak about the same subject. Relieved at not having to speak he gestures for Noriaki to give him the clothes he wishes cleaned. His hands go about the task automatically, the muck disappearing as they pass over the cloth. Momentarily Kane studies Ishirou with distaste while this goes on as though deciding whether to say something or not.
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As he studies Ishirou his distaste melts into neutrality. He nods towards Ishirou and his head drops. Kane's voice becomes clear, free of stutter, but haunting and hard on the ear as his Ghost Voice issues forth.
"Class, rank and blood, whether noble or not are all meaningless here. There is only dead or alive in Netari's Game. We are all alive for now. You are alive Ishirou. And you are needed. If you stand alone amongst us, then yes ... perhaps you will die. Perhaps we will all die. If you stand with us, perhaps we will live. Do not think I clean Noriaki's clothes because I have the condition of a servant. He is neither above me, nor below. His coin that he offers is more worthless than spit here on the island. I do it because in the game of survival, those who have friends survive. Those that stand alone die."
He raises his head and meets Noriaki's eye square on. He begins flicking his coin.
"I am h-happy to h-help you, N-Noriak-ki. B-but don't insult me."
He tosses Noriaki's clothes back to him, now spotless. His head sinks down once more as his wierd Ghost Voice issues forth.
"This is how I lost my eye, Takahaan. I was born into slavery upon a large merchant ship. When I was a boy, old enough to climb the riggings, the ship was boarded by pirates. The pirate who stumbled upon me, stabbed at me with his sword, a sword not curved like the other pirates', but instead a straight and long sword, not unlike the one I carry. I can only guess I had annoyed him as I stood, quite accidently, in the way of whatever they came to pilfer. Which it seems meant me deserving of death. But death did not come. My father stepped in front of the sword blow. The blow meant to split my head, pierced by father through the neck. And me through the eye. My collapse out of his path must have been enough, as he did not finish me. Something one day I hope he wil regret. My father died there on the spot. I lay stuck beneath him in a pool of our blood. I never saw the pirate again. But I will never forget what he looks like. Black long hair, tied back with green leather. Turquoise boots, thin beard held bound with metal rings."
He lifts his head, though his face is lost in the distance as his fiddles with his hoop earing.
"... a golden hoop earing ... he looks just like me. Except his eyes. His eyes were white like snow."
Kane doesn't even notice that his stutter has disappeared as he speaks the last words with his own voice. He stares off into space for a good while but he quite suddenly returns to the present, his gaze coming back into focus with some eye fluttering. His grin returns with his stutter.
"T-tomr-r-row, you t-tell the s-story, T-taka. G'night"
He rolls over and begins a very restless sleep.
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I'm sure they'll find common ground somewhere else eventually.
