So here's the parings I got up. The number is which section the family laws you must obey, then it lists the immortal they have and finally the family name. I hope it makes sense?
7: Life (Andre), Chiara
3: Fire (Olivia), Venire
5: Light (Elina), Basale
2: Water (Kyo), Tumen
4: Energy (Samuel), Ensile
8: Earth (Lilly), Ferreter
6: Psychics (Isaac), Kresol
1: Shaping (Dakota), Sievert
9: Death (Caligo), Borland
I think the tenth territory is just that island between orange and purple if I'm reading the map correctly, so it should be fine, but if you'd like to rearrange go ahead!
I just meant in terms of, if each family and the ruler is in possession of an immortal, then that'd make nine, obviously. And if the ruler lives with their immortal on that island (which I'm counting as one territory), then there should be eight other territories, where I put nine. Otherwise there's an extra territory without any immortals. I feel like it's something that should be fixed, but if you're sure you're alright with it like this, then I can leave it!
And alrighty! Do the numbers go from left to right across the map?
OHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ok, that makes sense, I had a skull control fart lol. I don't mind if you want to combine those two, but otherwise, I would suggest maybe making splitting the orange or red to fit another territory? As for the numbers, that works for me, however you want to put them in works :)
I think combining turquoise and magenta would be the easiest way to make nine territories in all. I have to admit, I'm not quite sure what you mean by splitting a territory. Wouldn't that just make more? Unless you're going for more, which is totally fine, too!
And cool, so how does this sound, assuming we go the nine territories route?
So wait, you want to combine some? If we were going the nine territories route, with the 'island' being one territory, wouldn't we need to add one to the 'mainland'? Or are you planning on the yellow island actually being a territory? Just wondering since it seems really tiny compared to the other territories.
Other than that, it looks good, I'm just bumfuzzled about that.
No you're fine, I'm not explaining it well lol. I was only counting the island (yellow) as an official territory in terms of dividing up the immortals. If the ruler is going to live on that island with an immortal in their possession, then there's eight left—hence the eight "mainland" territories I was shooting for. I just miscounted when I drew out the territories and made nine mainland ones (excluding the island, which accounts for one immortal), which doesn't really make sense unless there are ten immortals and ten families/names. Hopefully that makes sense?? I'm sorry for the confusion!
OHMYGOSH I'M DUMB I get what you mean nowwwwww >_< I'm really sorry it took me that long to understand what you meant. I'm perfectly fine with combining those two now that I get what you're going at :)
Nah, you're fine, I was explaining it really badly lmao. I kept term-jumping—but now that it's sorted, are you alright with each of the elementals that were paired? Mainly Olivia being the ruler's immortal? Or did you already have someone else planned for them?
I think those parings should work if you're fine with them, whatever you think would work best for the plot. The only question I have now to get your opinion on is do you think each territory would have an 'arena' for the whole executioner/mucduc thing? Just want to make sure we get things sorted out before jumping in.
Hmm, probably not, in my opinion. I imagine the arena thing would be a pretty unique thing, with people from other territories often coming to watch. Just 'cause I can't see all families using their immortals in the same way—although I'm not saying others shouldn't exist. Just probably not in every territory. Maybe two or three at max? It's up to you!
I like that brain bubble :D If you're down for three arenas or even just two, maybe we could have them spread out over the country? Maybe one in the red territory, one in black/white, and the final one in orange or yellow with the ruler?
Yeah, that sounds good! I would say one in yellow might make for an interesting plot, 'cause it could give Anna and Caligo a cover for sneaking in if they need to (like, say the council is at the same time as a match, since there's gotta be some kind of entertainment–) . Otherwise, orange works well, too!
Alrighty! Well then, with that, any more questions before we start?
Not that I can think of, no! :3
Well then, I'll do my best to get a starter up within the hour unless you want to start? (I want to reply to our other rp first)
I can wait for you to start, if that's alright? I'm actually grinding gears on a different starter right now lol
Caligo was sure this beating was going to be her last. Immortal or not, the pain that coursed through her body with every kick and punch was unbearable, enough to cause her to beg for the guards to stop. And in return, they just went harder. The chains that fastened her hands above her head didn't budge as she pulled against them, just held her stubbornly in place on her leghinges against the stone wall. At least she knew she would pass out the next time her jewel bound rib was hit and caused excruciating pain. A comforting thought.
She knew she deserved the beating she was receiving. She knew exactly what she had done right. Or what she had been told she had done right when in her peepers it was the right move. The young man that had been shoved into the arena didn't deserve to die at her hands though. He was clearly just on the verge of adulthood, and she had refused to deathsnuggle him. Much to the disapproval of the crowd and of the Borland family. She had watched him die at the hands of unforgiving guards instead, and then had been promptly been dragged out of the arena to be punished. All because she had ruined one of the fights that were going on in the arena for the day.
At least being beaten meant she wouldn't have to deathsnuggle until at least the day before overmorrow.
She groaned and almost doubled over as she was broken out of her thoughts by a kick to the gut, tears freely streaming down her bloody face. It never got easier. Five hundred and twenty-seven orbit parties of being owned, and yet the beatings never became less painful.
"Stop! Please," She cried out, almost giving in and accepting the abuse until the beatings actually did stop. Caligo leaned heavily against the wall and used the chains to support her weight as she whimpered. They would give her a few minutes to recover her wits, then she would be forced to her groundhands, chained, then lead to her glorified cell. But until then, she was going to take the recovery time.
At least the Borland family was slightly laxer on their laws you must obey than some of the other families. In the sense that as long as she killed and did their bidding, she was fed every so often, and her cell was disguised as a human containment unit. A human containment unit that had little more than a lumpy mattress on the floor, a blanket, and some semblance of heating during colder nights -but a human containment unit nonetheless.
Annabelle couldn't stand to hear the cries of the immortal down the hall. She wasn't new to the Borland family by any means, but she'd only just recently been assigned to this job, and she already despised it with every fiber of her being. She had to stop herself many time from barging into the human containment unit and demanding that they stop at once, hyperaware of the fact that if she did, she'd only make it worse. Instead, she waited outside like the exemplary guard she was supposed to be until one of her superiors exited, nodding that she was to take over.
With the help of another of her peers, she unlocked the shackles holding the immortals grabby limbs over her head, trying to give her as much time to adjust as possible before tasking the other set of chains she'd been handed and clamping them around her wrists. She tried to be as gentle as possible, but she doubted the effort was much appreciated when she and the other guard lifted her by the armpits and started to pull her along to her human containment unit. Again, Annabelle tried to be gentle, but the other guard was having none of it, forcing her to match the unforgiving pace set for the immortal.
As they finally reached the human containment unit, the other guard—she really needed to learn his name—unlocked the wobbly flip-shutter and passed her the keys, muttering something about how he had other duties. "Make sure you take care of this," she heard him say before he disappeared around the corner.
Annabelle sighed, then carefully guided the immortal—she should learn her name, too—to the pathetic looking mattress in the corner. She deliberated for a moment, then decided to heck with it, and opened her mouth against her better judgement. "Are–" Are you okay? she started to ask, when she realized what a stoopid question it was to ask. "What's your name?" she asked instead, quickly adding, "I'm Annabelle."
Caligo collapsed almost as soon as her hands were unlocked and she didn't stop herself from dropping completely to the floor, wishing she had the energy to beg for another minute to rest her chafed wrists before the new ones were clamped on. She just whimpered slightly instead, trying to focus on the fact that at least the cool metal was soothing for a split second. The illusion of the metal being soothing wasn't in her mind for long though, not as she felt them rub and surely tear into the raw skin.
It hurt worse when she was yanked upwards by the guards, scrambling to her groundhands to relieve some pressure on her grabby limbs. But the journey back to her human containment unit wasn't short, and before long her legs were buckling and the hands that held her up gripped harder. Or one set did. She could feel the difference in the hands that were holding onto her. One set was rough, calloused large hands of a regular guard, but the other were smaller, and they were more gentle, most likely the hands of a guard who had just been assigned to this area of the Boreland estate.
The gentleness didn't help though. If anything, it made her let out more groans of pain as she was forced to try to walk to keep up with the set of guards.
At least she had gained the partial strength to stand upright by the time they reached her cell, even if it did require intense focus. And she was able to sit on her mattress without completely collapsing in the grabby limbs of whatever guard was in charge of her.
She leaned against the wall as her peepers pressed shut, groaning in response to whatever had been spoken to her. Right now wasn't a good time. Caligo knew no answers would lead to being hit though, and so she focused on trying to remember what had been asked. It had been something about her name. What was her name? Did she respond with the one she had been given by the Borland, or her own name, or maybe just her powers?
"Executioner…death," She got out roughly, figuring her Borland given name and powers was the right response. She would find out soon enough by if she was hit or not.
"Not the names given to you—I meant your name," Anna clarified softly, looking at her hands and feeling useless. It wasn't like she could provide much, if any comfort, and she'd do well to remember any actions she took would be reported back to the Borlands. There was something she could do, though, while the only guard currently on duty was her.
"Hold that thought—I'll be right back," she promised, slipping out of the human containment unit and shutting the wobbly flip-shutter behind her. She locked it carefully, knowing there'd be consequences if she didn't, and left to find what she was looking for.
A few minutes later she returned with two flasks of water and a cloth. She opened the wobbly flip-shutter and then shut it again behind her, slowly coming to rest the items on the mattress beside the woman. "I can't do much, and I don't have a lot of time, but I brought these," she explained, gesturing to the flasks and cloth. "One's for drinking, and the other is to clean up your wounds. I can help you if you'd like, but I have to be quick—the next guards will arrive in less than ten minutes," she elaborated.
She opened her mouth to speak as the guard cut her off, earning a groan in reply as Caligo opened her peepers slowly. Watching the female leave, she started to attempt to check the damage. From the fights, and from her joyous beatings, she knew that not only was she going to be bruised beyond recognition for a few days, but she was also going to have more injuries than she liked.
It hurt to move, like usual, as she pulled her grabby limb up into her lap, glancing down at the sight. At first, it looked horrible, but she knew most had to be dust from the arena, and soon she could see the raw and bleeding part of her wrist from the cuffs. Most everything else was just cuts or gashes, and none were terribly deep.
Caligo's peepers snapped up fearfully from her wound the second the wobbly flip-shutter opened again though. Expecting it to be more soldiers to drag her to wherever she was required to be next, she was faintly surprised to see the same guard as before. This time holding cloth and water.
She listened without interrupting, only speaking softly when she was sure she wasn't going to interrupt. Interrupting meant pain after all. "Is there something I have to do to earn your help?" Caligo asked, shaking her head slowly, "I can't do what you want. Guards have done this before, I can't deathsnuggle whoever you want me too, I'm-i'm sorry.'
(I'm so sorry for disappearing—this past week has been super crappy and busy on top of experiencing some of the worst pain in my life, and I completely and utterly lost track of time)
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Anna hesitated, caught off guard by the nature of the question. "Of course not," she quickly reassured, pacing the race a hand through her hair awkwardly. "I don't want anyone dead, and I sure as heck didn't come here asking you to deathsnuggle anyone. I just hate seeing how you're treated…" she trailed off, struggling to keep any traces of pity out of her voice. Something told her the immortal in front of her wouldn't appreciate it very much.
She cleared her throat softly and added, "I wanted to help in any way I could."
(It's completely ok, I just wanted to make sure you weren't disappearing forever. If you need to take longer and take time for yourself I understand and I'll wait as long as you need)(Also I'll answer to this rp as soon as I can))
Caligo simply gave a hesitant nod, eyeing the flasks with a wary peeper, "You're helping me…without wanting anything in return?" Even if she had heard right, it was the nicest gesture anyone had done for her in orbit parties, and that alone was enough to make her suspicious of the guard's intentions.
Either way, she winced and reached out for the supplies, sure that they wouldn't be offered again. And even if it hurt like heck to move, she was going to clean her wounds as best she could. But first, in return, she murmured, "Caligo. My name's Caligo…you asked earlier." Then she forced herself to go through the pain to unscrew the cap of the first flask, taking a hesitant sip.
(This is very very very late…..but possible boop? I love this rp and I would love to continue it if you're still around, or we can let it die peacefully, whichever you choose)