12-11-2009, 05:05 AM
Tamsin’s first thoughts as she woke up were not surprisingly of Maleficus Nova. Even after her own death, even after fighting for her life, as her master told her she would, the maid could not even consider her own well being.
“Mas…Mal?” she called out uncertainly.
The Servus maid sat up, looking around for only one thing—one person—and not finding him. Anything else in the room didn’t matter. She sighed, feeling alone, and worried for her master. She adjusted her silver hair, smoothing it out as she pulled it free from where it bunched around her neck. If what had happened to her also happened to Mal, then that meant he was already out…and alone. After what the imperfect namekian had said, Tamsin had resolved that he needed her now more than ever. She was his lifeline, the only thing that kept his nightmares away. In some ways, the maid was stronger than him, and that strength proved an asset to their pairing. Even more, she’d discovered a different kind of strength, one on par with the combat skills she’d encountered—and suffered—in the tournament. Tamsin experienced as much personal growth as anything, bolstering her confidence in her own capabilities.
Her next move needed to be to find a way out of this room. The door was bolted shut, but she recognized a teleporter similar to the one that led the duo to this debacle in the first place. She pushed herself out of bed, knowing laziness wouldn’t get her anywhere. The girl immediately reached her hands out towards the teleporter console, not wasting any time. Her fingertips grazed along an envelope taped over the coordinate buttons, addressed to her. Tamsin pulled it free and opened envelope and pulled out a letter, unable to afford missing any important information possibly contained within. It read:
“Dear Tamsin,
No doubt the realization sunk in during the tournament that you outlasted your own master. Yes, he was killed, as you were. It somewhat amazes me your level of dedication to Maleficus, though it is indeed your profession as an employee of Servus. There was another who joined in earnest devotion to a master, and I offer you the same piece of advice that I gave him: you have freedom, the freedom of choice. Commitment to another is admirable, but commitment to yourself is necessary. If you still choose a life of servitude, as I suspect you might, then at the very least you must cultivate your own being. Without a strong sense of identity, you cannot hope to be of any assistance to anyone. For your exit, simply enter the location of your choice into the keypad of the teleporter, and it will take you anywhere you desire. I also have a little gift for you, one that you’ve already overlooked, but I implore you to take it. Follow another, but find your own path.
Tamsin shook her head. She couldn’t quite understand the last sentence: ‘follow another, but find your own path.’ It was contradictory in nature. Shrugging it off for the moment, she turned looked about for a box, which had lain between the bed and the teleporter. The letter was correct; she’d completely overlooked it. The maid opened the box, and pulled out an outfit, one that was orange and black in color. Upon further inspection, she noticed it looked exactly like the one Maleficus Nova wore, complete with padding, except it was custom designed to fit her figure and a tad more feminized.
At the very bottom of the box, there were two pendants. They were elaborately carved with runes and bejeweled with many different stones, hung upon an unbreakable chain of katchin. A note sat neatly beneath the pendants, which read: ‘These are two very rare artifacts, procured from an archaeological dig on Arlia. They are connected, you see: when the pendants are apart, they seek each other out. When they are close together, they glow with blinding radiance. When they are farther away, the glow begins to fade. Wear one, and give the other to something you cannot bear to lose.’
“Mas…Mal?” she called out uncertainly.
The Servus maid sat up, looking around for only one thing—one person—and not finding him. Anything else in the room didn’t matter. She sighed, feeling alone, and worried for her master. She adjusted her silver hair, smoothing it out as she pulled it free from where it bunched around her neck. If what had happened to her also happened to Mal, then that meant he was already out…and alone. After what the imperfect namekian had said, Tamsin had resolved that he needed her now more than ever. She was his lifeline, the only thing that kept his nightmares away. In some ways, the maid was stronger than him, and that strength proved an asset to their pairing. Even more, she’d discovered a different kind of strength, one on par with the combat skills she’d encountered—and suffered—in the tournament. Tamsin experienced as much personal growth as anything, bolstering her confidence in her own capabilities.
Her next move needed to be to find a way out of this room. The door was bolted shut, but she recognized a teleporter similar to the one that led the duo to this debacle in the first place. She pushed herself out of bed, knowing laziness wouldn’t get her anywhere. The girl immediately reached her hands out towards the teleporter console, not wasting any time. Her fingertips grazed along an envelope taped over the coordinate buttons, addressed to her. Tamsin pulled it free and opened envelope and pulled out a letter, unable to afford missing any important information possibly contained within. It read:
“Dear Tamsin,
No doubt the realization sunk in during the tournament that you outlasted your own master. Yes, he was killed, as you were. It somewhat amazes me your level of dedication to Maleficus, though it is indeed your profession as an employee of Servus. There was another who joined in earnest devotion to a master, and I offer you the same piece of advice that I gave him: you have freedom, the freedom of choice. Commitment to another is admirable, but commitment to yourself is necessary. If you still choose a life of servitude, as I suspect you might, then at the very least you must cultivate your own being. Without a strong sense of identity, you cannot hope to be of any assistance to anyone. For your exit, simply enter the location of your choice into the keypad of the teleporter, and it will take you anywhere you desire. I also have a little gift for you, one that you’ve already overlooked, but I implore you to take it. Follow another, but find your own path.
Regards, Your Humble Host,
Damon Dukes”
Damon Dukes”
Tamsin shook her head. She couldn’t quite understand the last sentence: ‘follow another, but find your own path.’ It was contradictory in nature. Shrugging it off for the moment, she turned looked about for a box, which had lain between the bed and the teleporter. The letter was correct; she’d completely overlooked it. The maid opened the box, and pulled out an outfit, one that was orange and black in color. Upon further inspection, she noticed it looked exactly like the one Maleficus Nova wore, complete with padding, except it was custom designed to fit her figure and a tad more feminized.
At the very bottom of the box, there were two pendants. They were elaborately carved with runes and bejeweled with many different stones, hung upon an unbreakable chain of katchin. A note sat neatly beneath the pendants, which read: ‘These are two very rare artifacts, procured from an archaeological dig on Arlia. They are connected, you see: when the pendants are apart, they seek each other out. When they are close together, they glow with blinding radiance. When they are farther away, the glow begins to fade. Wear one, and give the other to something you cannot bear to lose.’
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