Flashback A Friendly Debacle [Ezekiel]

Naia meets Zeke, and a civil conversation about the cultural differences and variance in social norms between Nykans and Svefra ensues.

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Known as the Celestial Seat, Nyka is a religious city in Northern Sylira. Ruled by four demigods and traversed by a large crevice, the monk-city is both mystical and dangerous. [Lore]

A Friendly Debacle [Ezekiel]

Postby Naia Whitewater on February 9th, 2014, 7:41 am

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The Autumn air was crisp and cool, nothing so great as to ward of the flourish of bright colours and hues as the typical exuberant dresses and clothing were still widely warn, only one or two on the less tolerant side taking to the wearing of cloaks and jackets.

The morning sun was playing on the walls through several of the narrow streets, the back and forth journey that the Svefra chose to take one that had her often blinded by an unexpected beam of Syna's light, luck having it that Naia managed to avoid all would-be collisions in such moments with a stumble and quiet request to move. It was almost two years since she'd moved the city, and from what she could thus far say, her grandparents’ words about 'growing to love it' were a load of hogwash.

The bright colours of clothes didn’t sit well with her own plain preferences, the red stone of the walls off-putting, the inability to turn a single corner without a mural to Laat in her face equally distressing, and the very nature of how the city was run sent shivers up her spine.

From what she herself had seen, the monks of the city were thuggish and brutal. She’d been wittiness to someone beaten bloody without an act or sigh, or mere comment on the matter. Gods, she’d seen them attack each other on half a dozen occasions. And why? Because they were not of the Eastern District.

What a pathetic notion that was, she thought, that a city could be considering thriving – living –when each quarter had such savage conflict with one another.

It wasn’t anything like her pod. There was single matriarch, and her word was final. They were not driven by petty, selfish motives. There was no unyielding desire for gold or gain. There was family, and there was living to see the next summer. No pride, no vanity, no nonsense about having to choose between demi-gods, or living under the watchful gaze of their followers.

Fleeting thoughts of a childhood long lost reminded her of her task at hand, before the thought of dealing with those of the Flaxen District shot her mind back to her kin. She’d already decided that her final aim was to slink into the docks, where she could she see the sea and admire the docks ships, perhaps listen to hear if she could hear her mother's tongue spoken in all its glory, if not seek out conversation with a fellow Svefra herself.

Unfortunately for Naia, at least, living in a home that was not her own meant that she was required to buy and seek the little things that they were in need of, and the ‘task at head’ which she so desperately wished to be rid of was one that she’d off put for so long, she carried with her a hefty some of coin to pay for all she was to purchase.

The rations handed to each household meant that there was little to worry about food, but furniture and clothing was still in need. She was to buy several of those eyesore bright frocks for her grandmamma, and a new coat for her grandfather, a small portion of coin set aside for the purchase of something for herself, as well as supplies so that she could carry on with herself teaching.

Moments more and the crowds thickened, lesser still and she was in one of the busier side streets, weaving through the flood of people with a dozen irritated sighs and heavy breaths, ensuring to keep eye contact to the minimum as she weighted the pros and cons of a brawl.

Quite the number of people where left cussing and cradling their shoulders in Naia’s wake, her short apologies to all those that she’d bumped doing little as she proved to do so time and time again. She put it all down to growing up rough, a sigh and an eye roll as she was adamant that it was they who simply misunderstood.

Her anger boiled over, the sight of monks leering about sending a jolt of annoyance through her, even more so in noting that one in particular was a man she knew to set ridiculously high 'taxes' or 'donations' to any who wished to pass any bridge that he guarded.

Her gaze was too firmly set in a glare towards the monk; almost running into a person or two, forced smiles and nods following each. She soon enough found herself window shopping in a bid to keep her mind off unpleasant thoughts, dawdling outside a particular store of dress and clothing before she found someone she thought to be foreign on appearance alone, unable to stop the words that left her after an awkward chime's silence, and several monks passing by. "Damn Monks, I can scarcely believe there exists a God who is pleased to be worshiped by such thugs."
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Titles are Hard [Ezekiel]

Postby Ezekiel Tabbris on February 10th, 2014, 1:10 am

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Ezekiel had been patrolling the streets since the early morning, and he was grateful for his current state of dress. His slightly faded orange and red pants wrapped around his legs like strange, rolling fields. The bright yellow piece of fabric he'd thrown over his head that morning was basically a square with a hole in the middle for his head. While the robes of the monks weren't meant to be worn by anyone but to whom they were presented, Ezekiel did the best with what he had, trying to imitate the loose fitting clothing with designs of his own. The majority of people ignored his state of dress, as the very nature of the colors gave it a Nykan appearance, but upon closer inspection to those who took the time, it was quite obviously an amateur's work.

He walked the streets of Nyka often, a preparation of sorts for when he would follow in his father's footsteps, doing the work of the good god Laat. Of course, he kept out of the affairs of the true monks, as he could only imagine the frustration he'd feel if some child interfered. To anyone that was smaller than he, Ezekiel found little reason not to reprimand them for any wrongdoings. Usually, however, he kept his mouth shut, and his hawk-like eyes keen to observe anything he could pass judgement on.

Having been on his feet for the majority of the day, Ezekiel decided it was high time for him to take a short break of prayer. He headed down several streets, walking down any alleys he could to avoid the bulk of the crowds, until he came to one of the many shops that would occasionally sell him damaged fabric for a fraction of the price. The shop had little benches and donation boxes for the more religiously zealous, a nice touch, and one he believed should be practiced everywhere.

As he rounded the corner, several monks passed by, laughing loudly about something. Ezekiel inclined his head towards them, a symbol of respect, and they passed by without a single glance, presumably too busy with the work of the gods to notice a young man such as himself. As they turned down another street, there came the voice of a woman. He'd hardly noticed her as he'd walked towards the store, but now that she'd begun speaking, he felt obligated to not only respond to her blasphemy, but educate her as well. Of course, her being slightly taller than he didn't sit entirely well with him, and by the tone of her voice, she seemed like someone who could handle herself.

"You think yourself better then?" He let a slight sneer into his features, rounding on her with a casual air. "I, for one, can scarcely believe there exists a woman who thinks she can understand the whims of any god." Shaking his head, his sneer turned into a scowl. "Please, enlighten me as to how the Monks should operate. I'm sure it's a much better system than what the Four created." His tone dripped acid as his cool eyes regarded her.
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A Friendly Debacle [Ezekiel]

Postby Naia Whitewater on February 10th, 2014, 1:37 pm

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The words spoken rung hollow for a moment, a tightening in Naia's chest and clenching to her teeth, shoulders rolling back and firm, her stance straightening as her gaze narrowed upon the man who’d spoken.

She half thought that she should have lunged straight into rebuttals, raising her points and openly sharing all the nit and grit to her beliefs, failing in that regard as she gaped and gave the man – a boy – a hard once over. She was happy and proud to see that she had height on him, though not taking kindly to the look in his glassy eyes, some strange middle ground between grey and green, though light enough that perhaps it was a trait attributed to native blood, though his fair hair was a testament to the presence of foreign blood.

“Do I think myself better?” she cringed at herself as she spoke, bitter about how dumbfounded her words had come out, parroting the boy’s words as she struggled to think quick, the words that followed after the single question she’d managed to acknowledge lagging slightly. She was used to straight up insults, her playing on words and manipulating of sentences far too out of practice for her to escape the coming escapade on a good note.

“Do you think yourself less?” Her expression drew as she folded her arms, short mention to the gods leaving her practically feel her gnosis writhe on her skin. “We aren’t Gods, and we’ll likely never understand them – that is all well and true, but the Monks are not gods, they do not have motives that aren’t incomprehensible. How many serve for the genuine love of their deity? How many merely wish for power and ‘respect’ that comes with it?” She could feel her accent begin to encroach on her words, as they did whenever her anger riled and thought lessened.

She half cared for the answer, half denied it before it was spoken. Her primary God marked his children, the next in line of respect only those that wished freedom and insight, and thick with devotion.

Naia was the kind to value a God or Goddess by those that followed them, more still by those marked and favoured and chosen.

Hindsight was something that she almost hated, already a dozen ideas of ways she could have handled the situation springing to mind; she could have sighed, shook her head or laughed, used her height and what was left of her mother’s tongue to feign grand knowledge of the lands and cities to the South, act as though she spoke on experience she didn’t have and evade conflict. No, no, instead she had to run her mouth off and hope that she’d never have to see the boy again.
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A Friendly Debacle [Ezekiel]

Postby Ezekiel Tabbris on February 11th, 2014, 12:19 am

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He'd caught her off guard. Ezekiel's scowl turned amused as she replied, an air of temporary helplessness about her. Whatever reply she'd expected - if any at all - had not been what she'd received. As she formulated her rebuttal, Ezekiel sized her up. She was, as far as women went, an attractive one. Her body, while slim, seemed as though she had seen her fair share of physical labor. Ezekiel, not interested in the petty physical characteristics of the woman, cataloged his observations and stored them away. If he were going to have to fight her, as was all too common in the streets of Nyka, he decided he was going to jab her in the throat the moment she made any hostile move. Better to get things over with fast than draw it out, as she seemed to be, unfortunately, stronger than he.

Her first real answer was with another question. A convoluted one at that. Ezekiel allowed her to continue, though his steely eyes took on a slight sheen of confusion that faded some as she continued. He scoffed at her idealism, the very foolishness of assuming power and respect should not be given those chosen by the gods.
"You agree we cannot understand the gods' choices, yet you question those they see fit to place in power?" His face had lost a fair bit of its harshness as he quickly realized the woman was just one of the many poor fools who thought the city of Nyka a barbaric institution, taking instead truly patronizing sneer. "And you question the devotion and love of their followers?"

He shook his head, a cold chuckle in the back of his throat.
"You would judge them then? You think yourself mighty enough to gauge the love one has for another?" The sarcasm was heavy, and his tone tinged with mockery. "Naivety will not bring you far in this world." His posture was relaxed, casual, as his grey-green eyes regarded her with contempt. "We live in this world to do as the gods bid. Those who follow them are given power and respect not because they seek it, but because it was rewarded to them." He rolled his eyes, certain she would speak of some foolishness or other of "corruption". "If you can say with complete and utter certainty you have never coveted nor sought out anything in your life, perhaps you may then begin to judge the actions of others." His eyes bore into hers, his frown returning."Until then, perhaps you should remember your place."

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Postby Naia Whitewater on February 11th, 2014, 1:27 pm

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A shiver crept up Naia's spine, a look of bitter discontent making home on features, the boy's words riling her further and further, her own incompetence to form a proper argument making her feel like she spoke with stones in her mouth, and fuelling much more to her inner ire than the wannabe monk could ever hope to.

"Firstly," She was clearer, that time around, choosing her words such that she could speak hushed and sharp, arms folded as she took a small step towards him to feign a 'heated discussion,' if that which she was engaging in wasn't already so. "I am not naive," Everything about her tone screamed offence and insult, her look, though not wholly dumbfounded, was edged with a sort of disbelief that came with any jab that hit the nail on it's head, as if such could not be told by the mere fact that of all the boy's words, it was that single sentence that irked her enough to call for immediate attention.

"Have you ever stepped outside of this city's walls?" At her own mention of her upbringing, she was taken slightly aback, rolling her shoulders and standing herself square as she continued on with what she wished to say, not for a moment averting her gaze from staring the boy dead in the eyes.

"I've seen love and I’ve seen devotion, I've seen people who work solely for their Gods- and this?" Her gesture was short and close to herself, tucking in last moment as she noted the danger that could have come for angrily waving her arms about in such a crowded place. "This isn't it. This isn’t even close to those that hold their worship a close second in their lives. Lest the Gods worshiped don’t mind a bit of chaos."

She hated the way he looked at her; it sent chills down her back and gooseflesh tearing across her arms, her argument once again falling through as her annoyance boiled over. "And what- what was that? Know your place’? What kind of bullshyke is that? I’m not some- some clog or component. Or a slab of meat." She gave him a hard look as her gaze fell downwards, a passing by monk calling to attention the similar drab clothing worn, before bringing it up once more to give the boy's age another stab in the dark. "And what about you? What’s your place? You look like a child so bent on following an elder’s shadow, they wear their clothes and play pretend."
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