soulping | AMALTHEA

[when you insert the key and open the door, you'll find another humble cottage - the space bends on the walls, but there is a single door that leads to another room; though the door is closed, you can see through it—as if it's somewhat transparent. a wooden cradle sits in a plain room.

inside, a baby sleeps peacefully. when she stirs - calling for her parent, you are there to cradle her back to sleep.]

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[slowly, the scene changes, fading in and out with various silent scenes—the baby coos pleasantly, giggling jovially when you (presumably) make faces at her; she tries to pick herself up and falls over, but she does not cry; a disagreement between you and her lead to a thoughtful discussion; the young girl carries a large laundry basket to do chores; she buys a pet bird, looking so proud for having earned the money all by herself; then the wall becomes opaque.]

[in the middle of the open doorway, a young girl the age of 10 stands, smiling at you. a bird with beautiful plumage rests on her shoulder.]

[this is your daughter. you tried your best to rear her, and she's been good to you. you know she is capable of anything if she puts her mind to it - even becoming a princess. but you also know it's not easy to become a princess - better she become a princess than go off to war, though. you could not stand to see your baby girl die on the battlefield. what will be will be, though - all you can do is try your best.]

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[OKAY

Firstly we are going to talk out all our anger with one another so that we don't go spilling it onto someone else. Daddy is a good punching bag if she needs it.

Second, they will be getting the whole story from her. Absolutely everything. They ask her to be honest.

Third, the person at the school is asked to be seen, along with whoever saw the boy after his injury. They will be asked what they saw, what they were told, the grounds for the expulsion, as well as what the boy's injuries ended up being. If they are allowed to ask the children, they will do so - if not, then they will respect that.

With this information in hand, regardless of whether it is in a good or bad light, they will then request an audience with the noble himself. Throughout this whole process, their daughter will be reassured that whatever happens, at least they can say they defended themselves. They told the truth, and they are doing their best to stand up for the truth in a civil way.

If an audience with the noble is granted, you bet your ass you'd get one hell of a debate. They are not pointing fingers rather than providing what they see as the truth. They will ask for the son to be there, if his health properly allows. The adults would do their share of speaking, but the daughter herself would, if she had the courage, also be encouraged to speak up to the noble. To deny her means to deny a citizen the right to be heard. At the very least, couldn't His Grace listen?]

Edited (TINY EDIT) 2014-05-19 04:19 (UTC)

Your daughter tells you the whole story, honestly—she did nothing but try to pull herself away, without trying to hurt him first. When he persisted, she pushed a little harder and he stumbled—and then he held his shoulder and fell to the ground, though she had shoved him by the chest.

Evidently, nobody wishes to answer you—though they will after a little bit of pushing. It seems his shoulder is injured, broken - he cannot move any of his arm at all.

Unfortunately, while you have been granted an audience, it does very little; though you and your comrades debate, though your daughter tells the honest truth, they deflect it all, and the nobleman's son taunts you throughout the hearing - perhaps he should break something of hers to pay back for his shoulder, like perhaps that bird of hers that she loves so much?

But of course no matter what he says, nobody dares speak against him. The nobleman even seems to ponder that suggestion. . . .

[NOPE what tight control I've had on my temper is starting to slip]

Your son needs to watch his words before they're fed back to him twiceover.

If you're seriously considering going to blows, Your Grace, I ask you to reconsider. If word leaks out to the people, you will not be a popular man.

[There is so much chewing on his lower lip here, mostly because he's fairly certain if he doesn't he's going to end up shouting a hell lot of things that will spell only more trouble for them.

It doesn't stop him from flexing and unflexing his hands unconsciously though, because these dickbags should be punched.]

What kinda nobility kills someone else's pet for a injury that didn't actually happen --

[Oh this is escalating bad. Kinda nervous but also mad, so very, very mad.]

The most you can do is pick on a bird, really..?

It's an injury that most certainly did happen, however - his son can prove it to you. On cue, the nobleman's son winces and whines, moaning for more ice and pillows for his shoulder. He shoots a glance to you, smirking briefly - can you do anything about it, he seems to challenge.

The nobleman shakes his head; anyone who injured his son would normally get a hand cut off. Being that the offender is a girl, though, a pet would be good enough - unless one of her fathers would like to take the punishment for her.

Of course. . . . they could instate a worse punishment. . .

[If Swoop was more like his grandfather there would probably be a lot more blood (and screaming) much sooner, because that's how their kind should solve things. But he isn't.

He does however have flipping out and committing violence in his blood regardless, and somewhere the 2B pencil of his patience has finally snapped, and he has a very grim expression as he breaks ranks.

And promptly tries to punch the nobleman, because that is a very sensible thing to do.]

[I KNEW ONE OF THEM WOULD DO THIS.

While Swoop is (hopefully) drawing guard aggro, Leo is going to try and get to the nobleman's kid. Specifically his 'injured' shoulder. And just sorta. Grab it.]

Damn it-- SWOOP--

[Meanwhile in full adrenaline mode while this chaos is going on, I am GRABBING THE GIRL???

AND RUNNING LIKE HELL?????????]

. . . well, that escalated quickly.

By that, I mean the situation, and by escalated quickly, I mean that the noble has ordered for your arrest and execution. Because you're a knight doesn't mean you can be this disrespectful! You'll be strung up and shown to the world as an example! . . . .

If you can't run away fast enough. You're given a headstart, as they all needed to grab their pitchforks and guns, but you've got to think fast. What do you do?

[SO MUCH FOR BEING UPSTANDING CITIZENS

Being the first one out the door, Technic's taking his blade and snapping the reigns from the nearest horse, shoving himself and the girl on top and frantically trying to get the other two on board.

TWO OF US ARE TINY WE CAN DO THIS.]

[REMEMBER WHEN WE WERE TALKING ABOUT HUG BUFFERS WELL WE ALL BASICALLY HAVE TO HUG TO GET ON A HORSE SO IT WORKED OUT HUH]

[WE CAN PROBABLY DO THIS

HUG BUFFER GO]

Congratulations! You may have pissed off the noble and stolen a horse, but you've managed to get away. Now you're just going to have to get far, far away from them as possible - you know the noble will set a bounty for you and your daughter. . . .

Well, on the bright side, it can't get any worse, right?

[clap of thunder

downpour of rain

...]

. . .

Well . . . . it . . . . . . almost couldn't get any worse.

I guess.

Look at least the rain prevents the townspeople from chasing you, okay.

[Then we are getting the fuck out of here instead of being negative nancies

ONWARD INTO THE SUNSET holding precious baby girl tight and hoping we haven't scarred her for life :')]

[We tried so hard we're sorry daughter.]

AMALTHEA

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