forum I need another fecking RP // OxO // Closed

Started July 02, 2021 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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"To put it bluntly, we want him either on our side or dead." Arabelle replied, studying Indigo. "And from everything I have heard of Riven, he will not be swayed to our side.' she frowned very faintly.

“Hmm.” Indigo nodded. “I should know. He likes to pretend I don’t exist. And if I don’t exist to him, I can’t really convince him to, ah… acknowledge my existence. Or the existence of people like me, for that matter.”

Arabelle nodded. "So you see the choice we're left with?" She asked. "The current royal family will never give this to us, so we will have to get rid of them and build a new order." Her words were serious, her gaze fixed to Indigo.

She was silent at first. “You know, I have been so focused on surviving in this world my whole life,” they admitted. “I’ve never really thought about changing it. But I agree. And you plan to do this by killing him? How? Through me, I’m guessing?”

(it's fine, i only just now saw it all)

"Well, we were hoping you could do it. You have such close access to him. If you could slip a dagger between his ribs while he sleeps, or put some poison into his food." Arabelle said, looking at her, serious and calm. "It's…well. He may not be the heir, but it would be a start."

(Okay)

“Oh.” Indigo looked down at their hands. “I see.”
She paused to think. The idea of the prince being dead did not sound like a bad one, but they already knew they would get cold feet if she was the one doing the killing. All her life, she had survived by doing what she was told. They couldn’t go from smack talking the prince to straight up murdering him, it went against that survival tactic. And also…
“Look,” she began, “I’ll help you. But personally, I would rather not have a murder on my conscience.” She shrugged.

Arabelle cleared her throat faintly. "I understand that, Indigo." she said softly. "You don't have to do it personally if that makes you uncomfortable." she ran a hand through her hair, thinking. "Not even the poison? It will be more difficult if one of us has to do it instead of you. We can, if necessary, but it would be simpler."

Haha, look at this, I’m being treated like an actual person. How weird is that?
They then considered the poisoning method. Perhaps it was doable. She wouldn’t really be killing the prince, just slipping something into his food or drink. Then he dies after eating or drinking? Oh, whoops.
“Perhaps…” she wetted her lips. “He usually keeps a wine bottle in his room. I could put something in it.”

Arabelle nodded slightly, tapping her lips with a finger. "A wine bottle. Does anyone else drink from it, ever? We cannot have random fae falling ill or dying after visiting the prince; it would point too obviously back to you, whereas in the wine? Especially a slow-acting one? That is easy enough to blame on a jealous lover."

“It’s…” Indigo frowned. “Sometimes his lovers share a glass with him… but…”

"But what?" Arabelle asked. She did not want visitors to Riven's to suddenly start falling ill or dying, for the same reasons she had already said. If it were traced back to the prince, it would be traced back to Indigo, who would then likely be tortured and executed for killing fae.

“I could perhaps wait until a point where I know he will have no visitors until…” she paused. “… for long enough that he should be dead by the time he has another.”

"That could work, although…what if he drank the wine just before leaving? If it was slow-acting enough, he would die in the company of another, meaning most suspicion would fall on them. It would give you time to get rid of the poisoned wine before anyone came looking in his quarters for a reason." Arabelle said slowly. "Better yet…our informants have told us he spends company with one of his brothers more often than his other siblings. If we could engineer it so that he died in the company of this brother, then perhaps…" she trailed off, tapping her chin in thought while a faint smile pulled at her mouth.

Lor let out a breath. "Two royals for the price of one, if the brother was convicted."

Looking up, they chuckled. “Oh yes, that’s much better. Do you, um, have any poisons at the ready?”

"Not…I'm not sure. I don't run that portion of business, you understand. I would have to check in about that." Arabelle replied, giving her a quick smile. She tipped her head faintly. "So, are you in? Would you be willing to do that for us? If that is the extent to which you are willing to be involved, then that is fine. If you would like to be involved further, we can figure it out."

“Okay then.” They looked down at their hands again. “I… I am willing to do this. However, I may not be able to help you after that. I’m not sure what will happen to me once my owner is dead. I may get an opportunity to escape this place, and if it comes, I will take it.”

Aarabelle nodded. "Of course. I understand that. As a personal slave, you have both more abilities and less than the rest of us." she said. "Lor, as a plumber, is not tied to a specific person, and won't necessarily be sold off for one death, but they also cannot get as close as you can."

“Mm, yes.” Indigo raised a hand to scratch their head. She felt weirdly excited about this, though it was more about the prospect of escape than the actual murdering bit. If it was successful, and they successfully escaped, they might be finally able to do the things they spent many a late night fantasizing about. Becoming an alchemist or a scholar, finding her father. She tried not to get carried away with those thoughts, though. There was always a chance that things would go awry.

Lor tapped a finger for a moment. "What if it was a build up? The poison, I mean. Not lethal in small amounts, but once it built up in his system, it would kill him? It would be harder to control where he died, though, as when he would reach the fatal dose would be anyone's guess."

"It's a possibility, but it gives less of a guarantee that he would die with his brother." Arabelle replied.

Indigo frowned. “But how would that work anyway? You make it sound as if the build up would happen over several days.”
The logistics of that were starting to mess with them. It’s probably not what they meant, but she wanted to be sure.

"It would. It reaches lethal dose after, ah, a while." they said. "Because it slowly builds up in the system. It could be days, could be weeks. Might even be more than a month, just depends on how much it takes to poison him."

Oh, so she had understood correctly. Indigo’s brow knotted together. “Wouldn’t… wouldn’t that increase the chance of random fae dying as well?”

"No, because it takes time to build up. If they had only a drink of it, once, or even twice, it would not be enough to be fatal." Arabelle jumped in to help explain it as best she could.

“Oh, alright…” Indigo paused to think about Arabelle’s words, then looked satisfied. She shrugged. “We could use it. What would be the benefit of it be if the location of his death is less predictable, though?”