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Post by Vixen on Mar 8, 2011 8:31:52 GMT -5
Zipporah marched her captive into Isaac's apartments, her brown eyes narrowed into slits, alert for any sign of escape. She didn't allow her attention to lag as she called, "Isaac? I've found an Outlander. She was attacking some of our young children." She did not mention that Zipporah had revealed herself accidentally or that they were in a rather sticky wicket, so to speak, if this girl ran and told her father. She couldn't leave, that much was certain. (But her father would also look for her. That was also certain).
Best take this up with the high-ranking preacher. She smirked. He had to be good for something, after all.
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Post by Nellie Creed on Mar 8, 2011 16:38:59 GMT -5
Nellie couldn't do anything, but she was calculating, watching where they went, and how to get back from it, just in case things got hectic.
She scanned the building they were in right away pin pointing any, and all escape routes.
Of course she wouldn't just stand there, and have this girl talk about her without even seeing the whole sitution in the first place, "No I was not attacking the kids!" She continued deciding it best to simmer down then boil over, "The kids were throwing rocks at a little cat that had no way of defending itself. All I did was stop them, and if you want to check there will be no marks, bruises, burns whatever you can imagine on there body, in fact they ran away laughing."
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Post by Bunny on Mar 9, 2011 7:34:00 GMT -5
((Isaac is still recovering from the attack Sonya made on him in a previous thread. I apologize in advance for...frickin' everything. )
When Zipporah’s naturally lustrous voice weaved through the air, Isaac’s first thought was that Sonya had come back for him, and as was natural, his next thought was how to rid himself of her. Fortunately, he swiftly realized that it was not his blonde tormenter, but just Zipporah, an innocent child of He Who Walks Behind the Rows who was virginal and never took anyone’s virginity away especially by force because no one did that except lunatics like Sonya.
…Or…did they?
He shook himself, with the intent of freeing himself from those vile thoughts. Although seeking vengeance against Sonya was as of now an option that could not be explored – admitting that she had done something to God’s Anointed would have the dual effect of humiliating him and revealing to the world that it was possible to lay violent hands on him, which was not a good thing to reveal in this time of upheaval.
But he would worry about all that later. Now, there was Zipporah, who was not Sonya. He politely came to meet her, eschewing his normal practice of calling her to him. He had been in his private chamber, after all. With the bed. Best not give anyone ideas.
She had another girl with her. An outlander, as she explained. He didn’t respond to Zipporah, and instead fixed his gaze on the intruder. The second one in a week after the Blue Woman. Gatlin was growing into a hub of immigration, wasn’t it?
He discarded the girl’s explanation, although it did ring true. “What is your name?”
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Post by Vixen on Mar 10, 2011 8:11:48 GMT -5
"You were not ordered to speak," Zipporah snapped at the Outlander - 'Nellie - after seeing that Isaac neglected to do so. The prisoner would not ruin her carefully crafted tale with something as frivolous as the truth!
After Isaac pressed his queary, Zipporah changed tracks. "Our leader asked you a question. Respond!"
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Post by Nellie Creed on Mar 10, 2011 8:44:51 GMT -5
Nellie stared at her "capturer" with her eyebrow raised. Taking her places against her will was one thing, but taking away her voice was another. Something she would strongly fight against. She didn't understand what she met by Our leader... After all wasn't he just a little kid? She decided to keep that in the back of her head for now, dwell on it later.
If her father still had old ties to this place, and if he was remembered before when he lived here then her identity would be known, or at least questioned.
"Nellie Creed." She stated simply deciding to hold her tongue for any other comments that could be brought up.
Once more she wished that bow, and arrow were out of the picture. Regardless her back straightened, and her head raised slightly in mute pride. A victim she may be, a coward she was not.
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Post by Vixen on Mar 10, 2011 20:04:58 GMT -5
Zipporah pouted at the captive's appropriate answer. She was hoping she could have proven her loyalty to Isaac and his cause by bringing the wrath of heaven down upon this intruder.
After all, Isaac was what, fourteen? He certainly didn't look like much. Most captives decided to take this opportunity to mock his height, or age, or something. Not that she approved - she knew well how wise their little leader was, but she admitted it was nice to earn herself some brownie points by acting as Isaac's hand when it came to reprimanding these rebellious tongues.
"Well. Okay, then..." she mumbled.
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Post by Bunny on Mar 13, 2011 20:11:38 GMT -5
Isaac nodded absently at the response, only realizing afterwards that he hadn't heard the name correctly. His mind was fuzzy, everything was looking darker than it was. He was God's Anointed, and he couldn't even deal with one outlander.
That thought shook him. An outlander. A poison. One of the deadliest threats to their paradise - and he couldn't even take the time to comprehend her name? His eyes narrowed, and he straightened himself, acting the part of Isaac Chroner, the Voice of God, even if he was beginning to fear that that powerful being had been demolished by Sonya.
"And why have you come?" he queried. "You have trespassed upon holy domain." He blinked, eyeing her with calculation. She was not above nineteen years. In this sense, she was different than any other trespasser he had been called upon to dispose of. Her age also warranted her one other asset. "Have you been treated well?"
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Post by Nellie Creed on Mar 13, 2011 23:08:15 GMT -5
Nellie thought that his questions were strange. First questioning her, then wondering about her state? Strange indeed.
She paused to respond still secretly looking for exits in case the need arise.
"My Father lives around here...." She trailed off her eyebrow rose in question. What was this talk about holy land? She was puzzled nothing was making sense anymore, and she was feeling anxious.
Suddenly the stories from the past returned to mind, what she heard about what happened here. Was it true? Her face drained quickly of color, and she had to look away so the shock wouldn't hit her. There WERE children around here...
No, for now she'd have to not think about it or accept the possibilities.
Still she answered more wise than she was before, but still awfully confused, "Besides being held hostage? I guess so." She was trying to make guesses as to what his goal was.
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Post by Bunny on Mar 14, 2011 20:50:24 GMT -5
Isaac blinked, absently. Her heard her words, but it took a few beats of the heart for them to register. Even then, he lagged in his response, but he did manage to curl his lips into a smile. "Oh, my child," he purred, "the end always justifies the means." The words were a mechanical response, a inner mantra he had always used to affirm the will of God. But although these words rose unbidden, they were not unwelcome. They were almost comforting to him, still recovering from the earlier violation.
But the girl's words, a confirmation of a relatives, were not a comfort. "Your father?" he repeated. "I take it then, that he has been expecting you? Is he aware of your location?"
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Post by Nellie Creed on Mar 15, 2011 0:11:02 GMT -5
[[ooc; Got exicted, and wanted to reply! >.<]]
Child?
Even if he didn't mean it in a sense of her age she still pondered over that. Ok so she didn't pay close attention to how she appeared in a bodily fashion, or wear very revealing clothes she did own some things that hinted at what she had. As far as she new she kept on growing, and truly she was usually referred to as pretty, or cute, but really she never knew what guys actually thought unless they voiced their opinions so she could be completely wrong.
Today she was wearing those "hint" clothes.
She didn't want to reveal much about her father. There was too much questioning today. She thought carefully of what to say taking note of what she told her hostager earlier making sure she wouldn't catch Nellie's bluff.
"Could be expecting me I didn't get to go, and check in." She answered the rest of his question this time not being able to think up a possible lie since she already confirmed this with miss bow, and arrows, "No, but it's a small town if he wants to he'd come find me."
How much fear did certain individuals have for adults? She'd test the waters. But for know she just hoped that the girl didn't decide to mention what she said about her father, and moving in.
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Post by Vixen on Mar 15, 2011 20:29:08 GMT -5
Zipporah cocked her head to the side at the captive's summation of recent events. It contained one blazing inaccuracy: "She mentioned earlier that she had met her Father earlier. She 'checked in' as she so ineloquently put it." She briefly flashed her gaze away from the hostage and looked at Isaac, expecting a decision to be reached swiftly. She half-expecting him to fall into a lust that most boys his age would, what with her revealing clothing.
Zipporah would admit to herself and no one else that she was jealous. She knew that she was a heartthrob (her only flaw being her penci-thin lips) but she could hardly strut the gifts He Who Walks Behind the Rows had given her, unlike this Sinner. Morality had its drawbacks.
All in all, the sooner she got to put an arrow through the girl's head, the better. Beauty was power, and even if Zipporah had been able to garb herself in something other than amish clothing, this Interloper was new. Naturally, the boys would be more fascinated with her for quite some time - and that was to take attention, and by extension, power, from Zipporah.
Hellie or Tellie or whatever her name was had to die.
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Post by Bunny on Mar 17, 2011 19:01:24 GMT -5
Isaac felt his gaze flicker briefly away from Nellie and onto Zipporah before he was able to reavert them.
"You spoke an untruth then," he deadpanned, tilting his head to the side in thought. "Oh, my child, I request that you refrain from doing so. It is only by the grace of the Lord that you have not been slain yet. Do not take his mercy for granted."
OOC: Sorry for the short post. I'll try to bop on more often.
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Post by Nellie Creed on Mar 18, 2011 0:10:52 GMT -5
Religion. Something she wasn't used to, when her sister was still alive they would go to church with their mother, but after what happened... well, that particular tradition stopped short.
Nellie glanced over at the girl keeping the anger from her expression, but her eyes hid her true feelings.
Sharply her gaze fell back on the boy. Breath, be quiet, calm. She repeated over again in her head. When she was a teensy bit calmer she relaxed, but only slightly always keeping a sense of caution up, and running. She kept her mouth closed, and her tongue silent, as she waited for more lines of questioning.
It was going to be a long day. Which reminded her, how long has it been? Did her dad get back? Was it already dark outside?
Too many questions with little answers. Regardless she seemed to be in an awful position to ask.
Her fists had clenched, and she forced them to stop then she felt a sharp sting on her finger, and automatically she looked to see where the pain was coming from. Looking down she noticed the cat scratch from earlier that she had stopped paying attention to. The blood had dried, but because of her lack of attention a thin line was clearly visible reaching from the mid part of the finger just reaching the palm.
"Ouch." She couldn't help, but instinctively murmur aloud a small frown forming on her face.
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Post by Bunny on Mar 18, 2011 21:48:19 GMT -5
Isaac quirked his eyebrow at the child's seemingly unbidden exclamation. "Does the idea of being judged by the Lord frighten you?" he queried, almost off-handedly. Abruptly changing the subject he attempted to reason with her.
"Understand my position, Nellie. We seek refuge from the world beneath the wings of our Lord. If we allow outsiders to taint our happy place, we have spurned our God's favor. You," he pointed at her meaningfully, "endanger us." He tilted his head forward. "What would you do in our situation?"
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Post by Vixen on Mar 21, 2011 14:28:22 GMT -5
"If I may speak my Lord," Zipporah tried, thinking rapidly, "If she poses such a danger to our prosperity, maybe it would be best to..." She tilted her head and waved her hand onward, allowing the preacher to understand her implication. "I do not think her answer to your question will be honest. Why give the Interloper a chance to taint the air with blasphemy?"
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