Brutin sat on the floor of one of the low tables, brandy in hand, his people surrounding him in the chaos of many bodies in an enclosed space. Bastian and Nadine knelt at his feet moving through boxes of goods Suede had purchased for them, ribbons, clips, silks and baubles designed to delight the senses. Suede of course had been incensed that slaves did not own property and so she had showed him his new attire, the pretty pinks and yellows, diaphanous silks and gauzes so sheer they teased the senses, invisible in certain light. He had quickly distributed those goods to the girls.
Brutin saw Gunther watching Nadine closely, his attention ever on her, his failed attempt to Dominate the girl had set him back in confidence but not desire and Brutin knew that he would have to step in and guide him, the misinformation Gunther had been subjected to was not an isolated event.
Hex stood stoically, his mind processing the recent news he had been given, tell tale signs of emotions flickered across his features, the more data he processed the closer he got to acting and feeling like those around him. Verishia who stood apart, her eyes darting to each member of the group, sharing their joys but ever the outsider, more stoic than Hex as if admitting she did care would mean being thrown out of the Sith Bad Person's Club.
Sami standing or sitting haphazardly, her energy causing her to constantly shift positions, never sitting still long enough to actually relax, her dead pixes in tow. Her new position and the ever watchful eyes falling on Nadine who was always close and ready to give her a ready smile with lips ridiculously red from the makeup Suede had purchased for them, the ruby red trail the lipstick took down her cheek and chin when Bastian had blindly tapped her arm to show her something from the boxes highlighting how playful and eager she was to please Sami.
Various others coming and going, Ren to heal a blind slave girl, Alaemnah and her single roll in her hand, desperately looking for someone yet never entering, wisely so. Cole the fire elemental that sat close to Suede while she played lovingly with his hair, his eyes catching every nuance and his quick questions asking to clarify certain points.
"Now then Suede, you wanted to know about the rules concerning slaves." He said, his voice buffeted by the chaos but heard. People continued their merry ways but listened, interested.
"I do." She replied and he nodded. She was also concerned with RhyDin itself and it's laws, they affected her ability to treat people. His mind was on the rules and those broken in the recent weeks. He began.
"A slave is chattel, considered property and not a person. This means also that they are incapable of committing crimes and not subject to the laws of free people. They of course serve the whims of any free person, so long as they are not maimed or killed. If so then the free person bears the responsibility of the loss. I have added a rider to that long ago that says if you break this rule as a free person your life is forfeit." He said, the rules were so simple it was hard to screw them up but in application people could become creative.
"The word of a free person overrides that of a slave and testimony of slaves are usually taken under torture. Unlike popular folklore of the uninitiated as slave may use the first person when speaking, there is some false rule out there wherein a slave may only use the third person and never their own name. Utter ridiculousness, an echo from days gone by when those that thought they knew confused those that would know. A slave may use the third person to debase themselves to beg or curry a favor from a free person and that idiotic rule robs them of that ability. A slave on the other hand may never use the name of a free person to their face. Only when referring to that person to someone else." Brutin pointed out and looked at Nadine, her head wrapped in a scarf of green silk while she looped strings of beads around her neck, she looked up at me and froze, her favorite rule to break, searching for that one person that would enforce the rules and laughing at those that did not.
"When a slave is idle they kneel on the floor, their knees open unless in the presence of a free woman in which case their legs are closed. Slaves do not use chairs or stools." This last said, his eyes still locked on Nadine, another of her flairs for the dramatic. If one never got caught breaking the law, was that law breached? "They also do not drink out of glasses without permission from a free person, they do not use their hands you see." He said looking to Suede finally, Nadine going back to pillaging the various boxes surrounding her.
"A slave may not strike a free person for any reason nor touch a weapon." He continued, moving into new territory while looking up at Gun. "The only exception to this rule is the Rite of Dominance. This is where a girl "Tests her leash" by challenging someone she considers strong to put her back in her place, and once done, she serves him or her faithfully. It is common during the Rite to find her spitting, biting, fighting and throwing things." He said and saw the flicker of recognition hit Gun's features, a new understanding blossomed over his features and Brutin smiled as Gun regarded Nadine, his intense eyes roaming over her and Brutin had no doubt that some unfinished business would soon be concluded.
"A slave may not touch money, the money is placed in their mouth if necessary. Slave owns nothing, her master owns everything and whatever she has been given can be taken away on a whim. A slave may never lie, the punishments are usually severe for this. Speaking of punishments, a slave owner may do anything they please to their slave, including destroy her, at his whim, this is not considered murder as she is not a person but chattel as I said earlier. The most common punishment a stranger places upon a slave is a cuffing or slap. It usually ranges to a whipping which by tradition is the most severe, after which you consult the owner." He said and sipped at his brandy, he was wracking his mind now, the rules were not hard to follow, a mixture of common sense and propriety.
"When a slave is given conflicting orders, since she must follow them all as wrote, her owner's rules supersede all others. When her owner is not a consideration the slave will usually pick the stronger master in her eyes, this of course is a high compliment to the free person who wins his will done. It also usually leads to bloodshed between those free persons where I come from." He mused, more than once a man was shamed by a slave girl as she simply rushed to carry out a command. And woe be unto her if the man slighted wins the fight.
"The most common mistake a free person makes is trying to establish their own rules of behavior over someone else's property. It shows their lack of common sense really, their own egos fragile enough that they must make order out of chaos on that subject. However, in the same token, a free person may give their own rules to a slave so that as that slave serves them, the slave uses those rules. This is why the rules I have mentioned so far seem general, perhaps a master wishes the girl to crawl everywhere, or bow before speaking? He can exert his own rules beyond those mentioned to enhance her service to him. It is all a certain matter of common sense and so long as the girl's welfare is taken into consideration even those rules I have mentioned might be changed on a per basis."
He finished and sat back, his brandy glass drained of the last of the liquid he set the glass down, the neck of a brandy bottle coming into view immediately, his glass refilled. Nadine set the bottle down, her hair now covered in ribbons and barrettes, clips and bands in a haphazard fashion, blue eyeshadow darkening her eyes.
It was good to own.
Brutin saw Gunther watching Nadine closely, his attention ever on her, his failed attempt to Dominate the girl had set him back in confidence but not desire and Brutin knew that he would have to step in and guide him, the misinformation Gunther had been subjected to was not an isolated event.
Hex stood stoically, his mind processing the recent news he had been given, tell tale signs of emotions flickered across his features, the more data he processed the closer he got to acting and feeling like those around him. Verishia who stood apart, her eyes darting to each member of the group, sharing their joys but ever the outsider, more stoic than Hex as if admitting she did care would mean being thrown out of the Sith Bad Person's Club.
Sami standing or sitting haphazardly, her energy causing her to constantly shift positions, never sitting still long enough to actually relax, her dead pixes in tow. Her new position and the ever watchful eyes falling on Nadine who was always close and ready to give her a ready smile with lips ridiculously red from the makeup Suede had purchased for them, the ruby red trail the lipstick took down her cheek and chin when Bastian had blindly tapped her arm to show her something from the boxes highlighting how playful and eager she was to please Sami.
Various others coming and going, Ren to heal a blind slave girl, Alaemnah and her single roll in her hand, desperately looking for someone yet never entering, wisely so. Cole the fire elemental that sat close to Suede while she played lovingly with his hair, his eyes catching every nuance and his quick questions asking to clarify certain points.
"Now then Suede, you wanted to know about the rules concerning slaves." He said, his voice buffeted by the chaos but heard. People continued their merry ways but listened, interested.
"I do." She replied and he nodded. She was also concerned with RhyDin itself and it's laws, they affected her ability to treat people. His mind was on the rules and those broken in the recent weeks. He began.
"A slave is chattel, considered property and not a person. This means also that they are incapable of committing crimes and not subject to the laws of free people. They of course serve the whims of any free person, so long as they are not maimed or killed. If so then the free person bears the responsibility of the loss. I have added a rider to that long ago that says if you break this rule as a free person your life is forfeit." He said, the rules were so simple it was hard to screw them up but in application people could become creative.
"The word of a free person overrides that of a slave and testimony of slaves are usually taken under torture. Unlike popular folklore of the uninitiated as slave may use the first person when speaking, there is some false rule out there wherein a slave may only use the third person and never their own name. Utter ridiculousness, an echo from days gone by when those that thought they knew confused those that would know. A slave may use the third person to debase themselves to beg or curry a favor from a free person and that idiotic rule robs them of that ability. A slave on the other hand may never use the name of a free person to their face. Only when referring to that person to someone else." Brutin pointed out and looked at Nadine, her head wrapped in a scarf of green silk while she looped strings of beads around her neck, she looked up at me and froze, her favorite rule to break, searching for that one person that would enforce the rules and laughing at those that did not.
"When a slave is idle they kneel on the floor, their knees open unless in the presence of a free woman in which case their legs are closed. Slaves do not use chairs or stools." This last said, his eyes still locked on Nadine, another of her flairs for the dramatic. If one never got caught breaking the law, was that law breached? "They also do not drink out of glasses without permission from a free person, they do not use their hands you see." He said looking to Suede finally, Nadine going back to pillaging the various boxes surrounding her.
"A slave may not strike a free person for any reason nor touch a weapon." He continued, moving into new territory while looking up at Gun. "The only exception to this rule is the Rite of Dominance. This is where a girl "Tests her leash" by challenging someone she considers strong to put her back in her place, and once done, she serves him or her faithfully. It is common during the Rite to find her spitting, biting, fighting and throwing things." He said and saw the flicker of recognition hit Gun's features, a new understanding blossomed over his features and Brutin smiled as Gun regarded Nadine, his intense eyes roaming over her and Brutin had no doubt that some unfinished business would soon be concluded.
"A slave may not touch money, the money is placed in their mouth if necessary. Slave owns nothing, her master owns everything and whatever she has been given can be taken away on a whim. A slave may never lie, the punishments are usually severe for this. Speaking of punishments, a slave owner may do anything they please to their slave, including destroy her, at his whim, this is not considered murder as she is not a person but chattel as I said earlier. The most common punishment a stranger places upon a slave is a cuffing or slap. It usually ranges to a whipping which by tradition is the most severe, after which you consult the owner." He said and sipped at his brandy, he was wracking his mind now, the rules were not hard to follow, a mixture of common sense and propriety.
"When a slave is given conflicting orders, since she must follow them all as wrote, her owner's rules supersede all others. When her owner is not a consideration the slave will usually pick the stronger master in her eyes, this of course is a high compliment to the free person who wins his will done. It also usually leads to bloodshed between those free persons where I come from." He mused, more than once a man was shamed by a slave girl as she simply rushed to carry out a command. And woe be unto her if the man slighted wins the fight.
"The most common mistake a free person makes is trying to establish their own rules of behavior over someone else's property. It shows their lack of common sense really, their own egos fragile enough that they must make order out of chaos on that subject. However, in the same token, a free person may give their own rules to a slave so that as that slave serves them, the slave uses those rules. This is why the rules I have mentioned so far seem general, perhaps a master wishes the girl to crawl everywhere, or bow before speaking? He can exert his own rules beyond those mentioned to enhance her service to him. It is all a certain matter of common sense and so long as the girl's welfare is taken into consideration even those rules I have mentioned might be changed on a per basis."
He finished and sat back, his brandy glass drained of the last of the liquid he set the glass down, the neck of a brandy bottle coming into view immediately, his glass refilled. Nadine set the bottle down, her hair now covered in ribbons and barrettes, clips and bands in a haphazard fashion, blue eyeshadow darkening her eyes.
It was good to own.