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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 3, 2007 22:08:20 GMT -5
It was endless, hard work that constantly took over his time. It'd firmed is body, toned him, and roughend hsi edges until his parents hardly remembered him. He'd been meek as a boy. Soft as a kit. So to be such a strong young man now....of course, he had the work to thank for that.
It was hard, but as he was constantly told, someone had to do it. Nevermind the factories and many busy landing pads had turned the planet into a barely liveable land of concrete and steel. That's all he'd seen since he'd started to live on his own. He'd never been off planet, though he had many opportunities. It just never seemed to be the right time.
Rylton sighed. He was already twenty two, younger than his brother by five years, and he felt so behind the other. Jespa was the golden boy of the family. Wereas he, Rylton, had gotten a job as a mere unloading boy of precious cargo, Jes was left to take care of much bigger things. Books, money, stock coming in and being exported. He didn't know how Jespa kept it all straight. And really, right now, he had no time to think. A cargo ship had just landed and his team had finished with their previous load. They'd been assigned to load the boxes of this carrier craft too.
He stood, tall, brown hair tied in a messy tail at the nape of his neck. He had no time to get it cut, though he was constantly being told to get to it. The occasional life-bearer he got together with seemed to dig it.
He haunched broad shoulders, tossing his bottle of water down near the edge of the belt, grabbing a box. There were hundreds...all coming down the conveyor belt to waiting dock workers. They were to be stacked on palets, and taken into the holding houses. There, people like his brother would have them seperated. Some to businsses right there on Mentsiquar, the rest exported to the businesses who held contracts with them.
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Post by Raimi on Oct 3, 2007 22:25:14 GMT -5
He chucked the piece of scrap into the large, dark, endless pit.
The Pits.
His family cared for them, prayed to the dead to keep the Pits in working order.
Many misunderstood the religion of Mentsiquar, the whole worshiping the spirits of the dead seemed more suited for the Planet's dark cousin, Jeskara.
But alas, this was where it was.
"Alyvyll!" his brother called, bounding out of the temple; one of the only non-metal buildings still standing upon the Mentsiquar soil.
He sighed a bit, and looked up and over to his twin. "What?"
A grin. "Guess who's looking for you~!"
He groaned. He didn't want to go over that stupid ceremony again! His father and mother were just... Why couldn't Rizvyll do it?!
"C'mon, they're mad that you spend all your time out here. Dad's gonna get you good if you don't hurry up."
"Fine, fine." He stood up, brushing his pants off and heading back towards the temple, his twin; who looked nothing like him save for the same facial structure, following him happily.
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 3, 2007 22:36:03 GMT -5
It seemed like hours, days even to the exhausted humanoid. He grumbled, going to scrounge his bottle from under the belt, where careless feet had kicked it in the unloading process.
"Hey, Ryl....wanna head out with us after work? Nice cool Drek-ale, a few life-bearers? Heaven~" His best friend Kronzaer, most just called him Kron, leered over all the other workers. He was too tall, as he was constantly being told. The two had been best friends since grade school, it was only fitting they were stuck on the same team, doing the same job each and every day.
"Nah, I have to go speak to my parents after this. Something about a family tradition coming up. Sorry Kron, i'll see you tomorrow."
"Family Tradition my foot, Nightwalker. You're just scared of the bearers," the large man teased, smile evident on his dirt covered face. Rylton ignored him, rolling his eyes, and headed out of the docks. He was dirty, needed a shower, and his bearer had called just that morning to have him come over. They'd just gotten in from Jeskara, where their secondary house was located. His mother was originally from Jeskara but his family had moved when he was a young kit. To Mentsiquar of all places. He was half vampire. Ryltons father was full Humanoid. It was his mother however, that sometimes got a little too heavy into traditions, and visiting temples. He was never one for the whole thing.
He walked up the steps to his apartment, the place near barren, immaculate for a bachelor of his age. He headed straight for the shower, checking the time quickly.
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Post by Raimi on Oct 3, 2007 22:43:35 GMT -5
"Here, make sure your face is covered." His mother said, as his younger brother fixed his ceremonial robes, hemming the bottom.
"You got shorter..." his younger brother mumbled.
"No, it's because his shoes are the right ones. Alyvyll, stop squirming...!"
He groaned, "Mother, PLEASE just..."
"No, let me finish pinning this up and then get your veil on."
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 3, 2007 22:49:52 GMT -5
Coincidentally, his watch started going off as soon as he started relaxing in the shower. He let out a line of curses, bit his tongue after hitting his head on the clear glass stall, and slipped across his floors until he stopped at the table.
It was his brother who was calling.
"Rylton where are you. Mom's having a bird. You know you're late."
"Just got off of work," he grumbled, heading into the tiny bedroom to change into dark clothes. It was part of whatever ceremony they would be attending tonight that he wear the clothes his mother got him. He hadn't even glanced at them since his bearer had handed him the box two days ago.
"Well, you'd best hurry. We're coming over to pick you up. Mother doesn't want to be late. I suggest you be standing outside when we get there."
"Yes oh God of Perfecture....i'll be ready Jespa. Goodbye!" He drug out the last syllable of the last word before hanging up.
The clothes contained in the box were dark, faintly marked, and his brow furrowed. Whatever....he hadn't been to a ceremony nor a temple for awhile. He dressed carelessly, not caring how it looked, and tied his hair neat with a black ribbon. By the time he made it downstairs, the compound about his aparment building was empty, and he looke at his watch, grinning. Ha! They weren't here yet.
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Post by Raimi on Oct 3, 2007 22:58:29 GMT -5
He sat in the large, high backed chair, pure onyx, and largely ornate.
He hated how he couldn't slouch!
It wasn't that he didn't love doing this... It was just... sometimes it was annoying how his parents pushed and pushed and pushed....
"Alyvyll, they should be here soon." his mother said before tugging the curtains shut.
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 3, 2007 23:01:52 GMT -5
Everything was a whirlwind when his parents arrived. Jespa said something smartass about his clothes, got smacked across the head by his mother, and then they were off.
Before long, he was stepping out of his fathers carriage. He glanced up at the temple with dark eyes. "Great," he sighed.
"Move it along, shrimp. Mother wants out," he glared at Jespa over his shoulder, stepping forward. What were they doing here?
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Post by Raimi on Oct 3, 2007 23:05:30 GMT -5
Trielinil bowed a bit and opened the doors to the temple. "Welcome, I am Trielinil Fretyl. Please, come in."
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 3, 2007 23:10:20 GMT -5
Zekwae bowed his dark head. He was slender, and very pale, his eyes an eerie shade of red. His robed were ornate, and he hurried his two sons along, making sure his mate had followed from the carriage.
"We're grateful to you for having us," he spoke softly, though his words were hardened with his accent, and a slight hiss from his fangs. Fangs that only Rylton had inherited.
Rylton walked ahead of his mother, following the man whom had met them at the doors. He was so lost. He be his mother had confided the details of the ceremony to Jespa...
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Post by Raimi on Oct 3, 2007 23:14:07 GMT -5
"It is our pleasure." He lead him into a large, circular room, filled with ornate tapestries, pillows, and lower tables, incense burning in the center of the room in large, thick stalks of smoke. "Please, sit. Which is it that shall be the one receiving the blessings?"
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 3, 2007 23:17:35 GMT -5
They sat, Rylton curling his nose, not used to such smells. He was used to sweat, the smell of the docks....this....this was going to make him sneeze.
"My son." Zekae spoke softly, looking towards his youngest. Jespa gave him a little smirk through the insense and he glared, turning his gaze to the ornately dressed man. Was that why his clothes had been especially tailored? Dear Jeska...what did he need blessed for???
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Post by Raimi on Oct 3, 2007 23:21:19 GMT -5
He nodded, and lead him to the pillow near the heavy curtains. "Please, all of you sit." He waited until they were all seated before taking a small incense pot and swinging it gently, walking around the room and mumbling some sort of incantation.
When that was done, he put it back and moved to the large rope near the curtains.
"Please, bow your heads to our High Priest." He tugged the rope and the thick curtains pulled away, only soft, sheer black ones remaining to obscure the view of the ornately dressed and veiled boy in the large chair. He almost looked like a child's doll, sitting in a humanoid's seat.
He sat there, still and unmoving.
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 3, 2007 23:25:21 GMT -5
Rylton near walked out. His nose was twitching miserably, and the inscence the guy was swinging about added insult to injury.
He almost didn't do as told, his eyes fixed on the sight now presented to him. He was vieled, so he couldn't really make out his face, but the boy on the otherside of the sheer curtains couldn't possibly be from Mentsiquar. He bowed his head after a second, sighing inside. How long would this take? He didn't like this being segregated thing.
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Post by Raimi on Oct 3, 2007 23:28:05 GMT -5
Trielinil spoke first, "What offering has the Claddana family brought in offering to the dead?"
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Post by Zadkiel on Oct 3, 2007 23:30:52 GMT -5
Zekwae lifted his face carefully, reaching in his robes. "A family heirloom, that my son recieve our ancestors blessings also." He held out the ornate item, carefully holding it out to the man.
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