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Isaribi Uchiha
Isaribi Uchiha
Academy Student
Academy Student
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Genjutsu Remove Remove Sensory Space Time Default
Remove Earth Water Lightning Remove Default
Village : Hoshigakure
Ryo : 23000

Industrious Times [IO, NK] Empty Industrious Times [IO, NK]

Sun Nov 13, 2022 6:08 am
Fists like rain. Fists like stones. Fists like stars. Fists fell on her like thunderbolts from heaven, shattering her, tearing her to shreds. In that moment, in that season of pain, thought vanished like mist, and all dreams of the future disappeared. For people like her, for the people could not win, this was the only fate that awaited her. A swift, rushing sensation of pain, and then nothing. Then there would come the photos, the tears from the bereaved, and then she would be forgotten, just like the rest. Names and faces lost to time, the context and meaning behind them like so much dust in the wind.

Isaribi woke up screaming. At first, she was in high alert, startled by her unfamiliar surroundings. Then, as things came into focus, she laid back down as she recognized the room she was in. Right. This was Baliquis' sister's house. Or, as the woman would have her believe, her own house now, under the condition of partnership. After taking a few seconds to reorient, she got up, pulling on a plain white shirt and beginning what little she had of a normal morning routine. Basic hygiene, making the bed, all that sort of thing. After so long in prison, it barely took any thought at all. Some tasks were a lot harder with one hand, she had found out (and found out the hard way). Things were easier now, though some things were still daunting, like washing dishes. Maybe it was her fault for wanting to do it by hand, but it was how she had always done things.

With that done, she took a look around the place again. It still surprised her, a little, just how much of everything there was, space in particular. She would have been content to just live in one of these closets, much less the whole house. It felt kind of uncomfortable, not having to share a place like this with anybody. Not the bad, rotten kind of uncomfortable, just the unusual, off-balance kind. In her head, she knew this wasn't even really that large of a place, compared to some of the estates and church buildings. Yet, she still felt lost.

Isaribi padded into the kitchen and peeked in the cupboards. Holy fucking shit, look at all this. What did one person need all this food for? Well, she would need to do something with this, in case it started to go bad. With a glance or two, she sorted them mentally into group and got to work. Isaribi washed her hands and started cooking. Dry food, fried food, all kinds of stuff, really, mostly foods cooked to make the most of what would normally be limited materials. By the time she had spun up a week's worth of rations and meals, the sun was already high in the sky, the house smelled of savory food, and she had barely scratched the surface of the material she had to work with. Well, when you lived like she did, you normally didn't have this much to work with.

Isaribi peeked out of the window, looking at the sky before retreating further into the house. It took time to cook stuff normally, and with only one arm at her disposal, things took even longer. For a moment, she considered trying to contact a firebird to help her out around the place, but having a phoenix indoors sounded like a recipe for disaster. Once again, it was a time of scarcity, only this time it was a scarcity of body parts.

As she cleaned up after her morning of cooking, Isaribi yawned. Activities like this helped calm her nerves, which was something she needed quite badly. Nights like those were pretty bad, and the days were filled with all kinds of pressure and stress. Old habits from both criminal life and from prison had stuck with her, and being on a constant lookout for attackers or watchers gave her enough of a headache to need a good destresser from time to time. Dubious, perhaps, for a shinobi to have a pastime like this, but she could think of much, much worse ways to cope. She could think of a few good friends, hated rivals and some in between, wasting away or overdosing or dying of some disease. Well, she had this, and she was the one who walked away alive.

[WC 734]
Baliquis
Baliquis
Genin
Genin
Stat Page : Link
Remove Remove Remove Remove Remove Ninjutsu Sensory Remove Default
Water Lightning Default
Clan Specialty : Ninjutsu
Village : Hoshigakure
Ryo : 26500

Industrious Times [IO, NK] Empty Re: Industrious Times [IO, NK]

Sun Nov 20, 2022 8:46 pm
She had had the same dream since her sister's body came to the temple, and she took the liberty to cremate it. Every time she closed her eyes, she had the same dream, no matter how many times she woke up, and she always woke up from it the same. The emotions it invoked did not subside instantly as a normal awakening would grant. They stung. They burned. They seeped in and turned to citric acid kindness. Every night she hoped she grew immune, hoped it didn't hurt so bad, hoped it dampened in intensity in any way. Anyway, at all. Every night she lived and watched the same cinematic and hoped for a different outcome on a movie she had watched a thousand times as if it was her favorite. Every night varied at which part she began to cry, but it was always a guaranteed reaction.

Her childhood played for her. The one she tried to lock away and keep at the small nightstand where her two friends were, under lock and key, played against her relentlessly and mercilessly.

In her dream, she stood and watched the scene of her and her sister, perhaps 5 or 6, having mischievously snuck out. Bali hated this dream as she watched her younger self lift up a board on their family estate's floor. Geni dropped into the darkness underneath, and Bali followed soon after, closing the floor behind her. The moment before, their mother threw open the door, looking for them and her native tongue lashed out at the empty room for the both of them to come out and take accountability for sneaking off. In this replay, Bali and Geni sat next to each other in the dark, intense, frozen silence as they heard their mother walking around and opening things in the room before their eldest sister entered and began another unlikely distraction- "I can't believe you!" Their eldest sister screeched, and they heard the footsteps of what was, most likely, their mother whipping around to face the new contender and the softer footsteps of their older sister, "You can't make a decision like that!"

"You have no right to question me; your job as a child is to listen!" Their mother snapped angrily in her thick, accented, uncommon tongue, "You and your sisters will obey and do as I command."

"No!" Their sister shouted defiantly as the younger Bali tugged on Geni's sleeve and began to partially crawl away, holding a bit of the other girl's sleeve to help guide her twin sister in the dark. They used the sound from the continuing argument between their kin to cover the sounds of them escaping, "They're children; you shouldn't be forcing them into your religion! You have sons. Put them instead!"

"Men do not belong in religion." Their mother snarled back as Bali and Geni hastily crawled towards a light on the far end of the crawl space, "Men can't think without a woman's help; it is our duty to uphold." The argument faded, and as the words faded, the vibrations and the energy of two unyielding creatures verbally sparring for dominance remained. When they reached the light which led out to another part of the estate property. As the two girls slipped out and got back onto their feet, Bali's younger self grabbed her sister's hand and moved forward as her current counterpart fell to her knees, panting and gripping her chest. Her screams for the reel to stop were ignored, and she once more knew to exist as mute in this replay.

"Zumi?" Geni asked, and her younger sister Bali looked back, "M-Maybe we should go back-"

"Stop!" Baliquis begged as the memory hit its crescendo, "I can't take it anymore!" She screamed hysterically as the scene played on with her younger self and her younger sister, watching and feeling the same feelings she did when she lived these memories as she did now with the pain they brought,

Her younger self squeezed her sister's hand, "We'll be ok." Bqaliquis covered her ears as she panted and groaned in the emotional anguish it all brought, but it didn't stop the memory from playing in her ears and her mind, "We're always going to be ok cus there's two of us, and we're the same person." She watched as her younger sister smiled shyly, "No matter what, we'll be ok."

Then the cinematic hit its peak, and her younger sister's neck was snapped with an awful sound that audaciously echoed before the head twisted around to look back at her- but Baliquis forced herself to wake up at the last second to reality.

She lay in a puddle of her own sweat, drenched in the same cold sweat she was every time she had this dream, panting as her heart raced. Tears streamed down her face as she worked to calm herself down, to use the cool night air to remind herself that it had been a dream. To remember that she woke up in reality. She threw off the covers and got out of bed but looked back to where she had been lying. The sweat spot alone took up the whole side of the bed she had been sleeping on…she would have to do something about that. However, right then, Baliquis wasn't concerned with her bed or the sheets as she got to her pedicured feet and walked to the hanger where a robe rested quietly. She pulled it down, wrapped it around herself, closed it over her nakedness, and tied the sash first, but it always seemed no matter how hard she tried, there was no way to stop the robe from parting over her bosom and allowing a degree of unfettered view. She put on a smaller pair of slippers, walked over to the door leading to the courtyard, and slid it open to hopefully air out the room.

Standing in the cold makes things easier but looking outside? Even if it was cold, the sun was rising. Fuck. She closed the door almost as quickly as she opened it and wheeled away from it to go to the bathroom. Turning on the shower was a promise of momentary relief as she took the robe off and stepped in to wash herself of the night sweats and the nightmares. Washing her hair and massaging small circled into her scalp and her temples calmed her as she closed her eyes and focused on her breathing to bring her body back in pace and into line. She wanted more. She wanted the night terrors to store and it to be soon; lord knows how much longer she could handle this. Washing her hair, body and face helped wake her up and obviously helped get her clean, but the oppressive pain of the nightmare was slower to subside as if it was almost there to remind her of what she was doing things for or some phantom pain. Her chest felt tight and knotted no matter how hot, or cold the water was, how much she scratched once she got out, and whether she massaged the area or not. After getting out and drying herself off, the only thing that seemed to help was to calm down and focus on her breathing.

She got dressed in a clean, fresh uniform and put on a new black face mask before putting on her getta and going to the tranquility room to face the second half of her recurring nightmare. When she opened the door is when she saw it again. Her twin sister's ghost was standing in the room and going through the motions of prayer. Baliquis tried to ignore and walk past her; however, her sister danced on the edges of Bali's senses as she moved in the space out of the corners of her eyes. "What do you want from me?" Baliquis asked into the room and turned around to see she was gone again. Her sister was the most elusive of all the ghosts that came to Baliquis. "What do you want?"

"Maybe not leave your new friend in a dusty old house?" A familiar voice echoed, and Baliquis sighed but nodded,

"Yeah, that's- that's fair," Bali said and turned to the doors for the tranquility room, unlocking them and opening them for the general public, and Hana stood in the hallway outside of them already. Thankfully, Baliquis had put on enough makeup to cover her body's facial response to her sleep-speckled nights. The moons under her eyes that had begun to form weren't so bad to those who couldn't see them. "Ah, good morning."

"Good morning!" Hana said excitedly, "I wanted to let you know there's a team on standby ready to pull the things out of the home?" Bali hesitated, "We have a room set up for Lady Genosis's things as well… if you would be inclined to look through them." No. No, absolutely the fuck not. She most certainly wasn't ready to look through things, but she was ready for the things to be pulled from Isa's new home and brought somewhere within the temple, at least. The less chance of someone messing with her sister's things as if them sitting around for years wasn't enough, "They're working on getting new furniture in too, and a handyman is waiting to look over the property." Then Hana said quietly, "They're just- waiting on you."

"Right." Baliquis said and nodded, "Then I…will leave and go over there then…Do I have access to my own salary?"

"I'm sorry?" Hana asked, and Baliquis repeated the question, "Oh- well- You should…." Needless to say, they both took the time to make sure she had some money to take with her, "So, is there anything else?"

I'll be buying some things to help the new tenant settle in. I'll sort out the lease later, but the last time I saw her, she was missing an arm. So when I come back, I will let you know if we need to send out someone medically inclined to the property, I would like her well taken care of." With that said, Baliquis spent most of the day going over paperwork until the sun started to go down; then she called it a day and pulled on a dark coat over her mesh undershirt and white, chained-together kimono-esque top, but even her coat was black, faux-fur tripped about her neck, above a clasp of Hoshigakure's star, and its black length dropped to her knees where it ended in another circlet of black faux fur against a charcoal body before she left the temple and headed over to the house. Its front yard was still overgrown- the most unkept on the block- and she saw the team of workers waiting for her near the home, so she stopped by them to inform them of her plan: to speak with the resident inside and maybe get Isaribi to come with her somewhere else so that the crew could take care of the leftover things and look over the home. Once that was taken care of, Bali turned away and went to the home, pushing her nervousness and unease from being on the abandoned doorstep once more aside. She came here with a goal and a plan, and she needed to follow through.

Baliquis started it by knocking on the door. If Isaribi opened it, she would smile against her black face mask and vocalize, if there was no interruption, the best greeting to someone new that she could possibly muster, "Good evening; I was wondering if you were free- if you aren't busy- to maybe spend some time together?" Hopefully, Isa would be agreeable and if she was let in then Bali could take the opportunity to speak with her about her intentions for the both of them to leave so that the crew might take to their own duties in their absence and things be sorted before they got back.

[ WC: 1,998 ]
Isaribi Uchiha
Isaribi Uchiha
Academy Student
Academy Student
Stat Page : Link
Genjutsu Remove Remove Sensory Space Time Default
Remove Earth Water Lightning Remove Default
Village : Hoshigakure
Ryo : 23000

Industrious Times [IO, NK] Empty Re: Industrious Times [IO, NK]

Mon Nov 21, 2022 2:38 pm
Isaribi had just gotten back up and began another task when there was a knock at the door. She secured the oven and turned to the entrance. In the absence of a dehydrator, she had ended up drying out the contents of a bag of red chilis (the extremely spicy variety) in the oven instead. She had never really liked the mild kind, and these had been in the clearance section at the store. All she needed to do was dry them out before it was too late, and she could keep them in the pantry for years to come.

As she neared the door, her chakra senses reached out, finding a large signature on the other side. Any paranoia that she might have had, though, was quickly dispelled as she realized who it was. For the first time in a long time, her thoughts were not plagued by fear or paranoia. While she certainly hadn't been expecting a sudden visit today, she didn't find herself preparing for an ambush, or something like that.

"Yeah, gimme a second!" Isaribi rummaged around in one of two cardboard boxes for a pair of familiar black warmups, and pulled them on, joining them with the white t-shirt. Again, slower with one hand, but not nearly as hard as it used to be.

Isaribi opened the door, and the warm smells of cooking washed out into the street. Familiar food for folks all over the village, though maybe not the ones Baliquis was used to. It was stuff not unlike street food or the kind of thing you could find in certain kitchens, the kind that most people wouldn't deign to enter.

As for Baliquis herself, she was perhaps just a little overdressed for the occasion? Isaribi's heart sank a little. Was she here in some kind of official capacity? Was it really that abnormal for people of her status to just drop in? The more Isaribi knew, the more she realized she didn't know. Alternatively, this could just be the other woman's casual wear, in which case, Isaribi was even more out of her depth. Well, whatever. Worrying wasn't going to change shit.

"Uh. Yeah, sure, sounds good to me." Great start. Isaribi tried again. "Good timing and all that; I just finished cookin' up a storm." She opened the door wider and stepped back so Baliquis could enter.

Isaribi moved over to the oven and checked it again. Not bad. She reminded herself to come back to it in about fifteen minutes, and closed it up. Fondly, she thought of all the things she could do with that stuff. Grind it up, put it in soup, soak it in oil, add it into sandwiches, the possibilities were endless.

She would have told Baliquis to ignore the mess, but there was no mess to speak of. The floors of the house were still mostly bare, and the walls still unadorned. Isaribi had few belongings to begin with, so there wasn't much to make a mess with in the first place.

"I was thinking", Isaribi said, as she sat down in a plastic chair she had definitely not nicked from an abandoned construction site, "if you wanted to hang out, we could like, go to a flower park or somethin'? It's free, unlike, you know, everything else in the village." The theatres were for rich people, the bars were for rich people, the restaurants were for rich people, et cetera. Alternatively, they could just hang out in this house, but she suspected that Baliquis probably wouldn't like that. Probably. For some reason, she felt like talking to Baliquis was a really good idea. She wanted to tell her about that errand run she did the other day, or maybe about that coomer soyjak she met in that restaurant. Errr, on second thought, maybe she should leave that out. Talking shit about shinobi behind their backs tended to leave people facedown in alleyways with knives in their backs.

But this, this was good. Having someone to actually talk to after years of isolation and hatred, cooking real food for the first time in what felt like forever? Things could definitely be worse. Hell, at least she wasn't getting the shit beaten out of her in prison. Come to think of it, how had Baliquis' morning been? Isaribi would have asked, but at this point in the conversation it felt, just a little awkward, maybe? She couldn't even begin to imagine what a day in her life might look like.

After suggesting where to go, Isaribi shot Baliquis an awkward half-grin. Not reassuring, in the slightest, but it was more inviting than giving her one of Isaribi's typical concrete-like glares. Even if it actively reflected how she felt internally, Isaribi was all too aware that the face that what she presented to the outside world was still a mask.

[WC 813]
Baliquis
Baliquis
Genin
Genin
Stat Page : Link
Remove Remove Remove Remove Remove Ninjutsu Sensory Remove Default
Water Lightning Default
Clan Specialty : Ninjutsu
Village : Hoshigakure
Ryo : 26500

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Mon Nov 21, 2022 9:33 pm
The younger girl had opened the door and seemed somewhat pleased, if not awkward, "Uh. Yeah, sure, sounds good to me." What is 'awkward'? It took a few moments for it to click in Baliquis's mind that she should have given some forewarning to coming or come better prepared so there was less awkward tension. Did Shinobi have a particular way of greeting one another? Either way, the warm and mouth-watering smells that came out of the house were much more attractive than that greeting to Bali as she wondered what produced the smells or where they came from other than the house.

Was this what it was like? To have a friendship? To have somewhere to go that wasn't so cold and lonely, but it's unfamiliar and stark opposite? To go somewhere where the inhabitants were happy to see you rather than tense and stiff when you walked into the room? Coming to a place warmed with an oven's head and a home-cooked meal? It seemed pretty nice, and it seemed…so comforting. Maybe this was that place?

Maybe this was that one place outside of the small room in her heart where she could be herself without putting her 'mask' on, at her most authentic and purest form? With Isa, is there to be the other person she showed this form to?

"Good timing and all that; I just finished cookin' up a storm," Isa said and opened the door wider, then stepped back so Baliquis could enter- and she did. Bali made sure to shut the door behind her and watched Isa move to the oven and open it- a new waft of the smells coming from the appliance- before she closed it. Baliquis took a moment to look about the inside of the house a little more. The floors were bare, and the walls were unhindered, but it was still 'warm,' or it didn't feel as cold and solemn as it was when she handed the home over. It seemed… as if it was waking up. She could sense it, and she smiled behind her black mask at the thought that something which had laid claim then dormant was beginning to awake again. How wonderful.

"I was thinking." Isaribi said, and Baliquis stopped eying the house and looked back at Isaribi, "If you wanted to hang out, we could, like, go to a flower park or somethin'? It's free, unlike, you know, everything else in the village." That was quite thoughtful of the younger woman, and Baliquis wondered what would happen if they spent more time together than they had.

Would they bond organically and naturally? Would they become 'thick as thieves? Could there be a time when Baliquis could rely on the smaller woman and vice versa? Could there be a time when their friendship could be regarded the same way people looked at her in the temple hallways, yet it remained unyielding? She hoped so. Isa gave her a lop-sides, half-grin, and though Baliquis didn't show it on her face, she softened a bit as the first thing that came across her mind was 'cute.' That awkward little attempt at a smile was cute.

It reminded her of her sister when she would get in trouble as a child, and she gave something similar in a kind of sad, sheepish smirk. To show she felt terrible but wasn't remorseful enough to repent. How charming.

"What a wonderful idea." Baliquis began, "I have not been to a flower park, but I did come here to fulfill my part of the promise." She said and smiled, which looked more or less like her just closing her eyes with a smooth uptick since half her face was hidden by her face mask,

"I was hoping you would be interested in going shopping." Baliquis said, "I intended to use some recently allocated funds to help furnish your new home- and while we were out, have my sister's old things taken out. There are a couple maintenance workers too, to check the pipes and make sure there's no need for them to come back-" Baliquis raised her hands from under the clock and clapped them together excitedly,

"It would make me happy if we were able to fill this home with things that make it your safe space and sanctuary; Perhaps you would be so gracious as to let me live vicariously through you by putting a stuffed animal or two in here?" Baliquis said a bit too excitedly before she calmed down, "I hope you will forgive me if I am being too direct…as I said, I do not have any friends outside of my temple, and I suppose I am much too excited. I forgot you were cooking dinner, so that is my oversight."

[ WC : 796 ]
Isaribi Uchiha
Isaribi Uchiha
Academy Student
Academy Student
Stat Page : Link
Genjutsu Remove Remove Sensory Space Time Default
Remove Earth Water Lightning Remove Default
Village : Hoshigakure
Ryo : 23000

Industrious Times [IO, NK] Empty Re: Industrious Times [IO, NK]

Wed Nov 23, 2022 7:12 am
Bah, of course she'd never been. Why get something for free, when you can pay and get double the fun? At least, that was how Isaribi understood it. Even if something could be had at no price, that was nothing compared to what you could get in exchange for a decent sum of money. That, in a sense, was what Hoshigakure was, and what it had been even before the shinobi came and rooted themselves as an institution. Isaribi's distaste for it was a lot more mild than it had been when she was a kid, after all, it was just something that she had come to accept. Still, just because she had to put up with it didn't mean it was a good thing.

"Oh, this isn't dinner." Isaribi decided that if they were going to head out, she'd need to suspend whatever she was doing with the oven, and shut it off. Fancy thing, that. Hell, all the appliances in here were things her family had only dreamed about. It was kind of nice. "Just stockin' up for the week, you know what I'm saying?" She pulled a plastic container and showed it to Baliquis before putting it back into the fridge. Fried stuff with more stir fried stuff. "Don't need it to keep forever, just long enough that I can spend a week being busy without having to cook." Not lazy, just practical.  

She was a little worried about Baliquis' impressions, though. Had Isaribi not quite done enough? She didn't know why this was worrying her. It wasn't like she needed the other woman's approval or anything, right? Well, no, but she did WANT it. After all, had they not bled together? Well, Isaribi was the one who had bled, but it was a goddamn figure of speech. To her, that was important, it was significant, even if it wasn't *real*. It wasn't something that would last beyond her short, already mostly spent life. But she wasn't cold (at least, not THAT cold). She could think of the most direct, ruthless way to attack someone, and yet still believe with the greatest conviction, that the bonds formed in battle were harder to break than almost any other.

"Anyway, I figured I'd wind down a little after cooking, but we can go shopping too, if you want." She dug around some more in a weighty cardboard box for a few seconds. "I dunno your schedule, really, so you can decide what we get to first, yeah?" Isaribi left it was a question, 'passing the ball', in a sense, for Baliquis to pick up. She herself wasn't the kind of person to try and make a friend conform to her own needs like that, at least, not while they weren't in any real danger. Time of crisis, though, called for a different kind of batter for a different kind of cake.

As for shopping, Isaribi knew just the place. She pulled a light jacket from the box and threw it on. There was this sick second hand goods store she had loved dropping by as a kid, and she hadn't been back to it since she'd gotten out of prison. Maybe she could recapture some semblance of a normal life by checking it out - is what she would have thought, if she was a fucking moron. By now, she knew that was impossible. All she was going there for was to pick up used furniture for the house. Rugs, chairs, a table or two, all that shit. Why waste Baliquis' charity when she could just save a ton and get some slightly dented goods for less than half the price?

[WC 611]
Baliquis
Baliquis
Genin
Genin
Stat Page : Link
Remove Remove Remove Remove Remove Ninjutsu Sensory Remove Default
Water Lightning Default
Clan Specialty : Ninjutsu
Village : Hoshigakure
Ryo : 26500

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Sat Nov 26, 2022 1:23 am
“Oh, this isn’t dinner.” Isaribi said as she moved over to the oven and shut it off, “Just stockin’ up for the week, you know what I’m saying?” As the younger woman pulled out a plastic container from the fridge and showed it to Baliquis, and though she nodded- Baliquis did not ‘know’ what the hell she was talking about. Leftovers? Stockpile? She knew the words but did not practice them, and it slowly dawned on her how privileged she might actually be. “Don’t need it to keep forever, just long enough that I can spend a week being busy without having to cook”

Oh, actually, that was pretty smart and very rational- Baliquis wasn’t expecting that sort of practicality from the younger woman. Still, when they had met, she was planning on sleeping under a bridge, so it seemed like survival was one of Isa’s priorities. Wonderful. That would work so well with how she planned to advance in her endeavors.

“Anyway, I figured I’d wind down a little after cooking, but we can go shopping too if you want.” Isa said as she paused to rustle around in a box for a bit, “I dunno your schedule, really, so you can decide what we get to first, yeah?” Isa said, and Baliquis mainly smiled to herself. She was thankful for the mask covering her face as she spoke up,

“I do not know where to go… in all honesty.” Baliquis told her, then looked up at the ceiling, “I believe I have only left the temple… twice? One of them was the night we met, in fact.” She told the younger woman, “The other time was a few years ago; I snuck out of the temple to see my sister participate in a “Chunin Exam” I think it was called? I had to sneak back afterward.”

Then she looked at the oven, “Truth be told, I have had a high position in the temple for… quite some time, and it is expected of me to always be there. All instances of me leaving the temple usually included a chaperone of some sort.” Baliquis said, “I would prefer things to be much different…even you mentioning stocking up is something I’m not familiar with… probably because I have never lived on my own.” Baliquis said and then voiced, “I was just barely allowed to walk over here alone; however, both points had escorts, so to speak.”


“I- I would like to go shopping… I’ve never really been, and I’d like to see and learn things from your perspective since you are ‘free’... and a gilded gold cage is still a cage.” Baliquis said, “I would like to know what it’s like- not as someone trying to experience the world you live in, but as someone working towards living in it too. Soon. I trust your decision on where you’d like to shop and where ever you would like to go afterward. I will savor my moments out of my cage regardless.” She assured me and added, “And maybe I can find some things to take back.”

[ WC: 516 ]
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