Post by Kender Bard on Nov 19, 2012 2:30:57 GMT -5
Ragnar went silent as he absorbed what Schuldig was saying. Hope warred with cynicism and suspicion. Hope finally run out. There was a lot that a skilled Mind could pull from him but there were too many obscure details there for Ragnar to fully believe this was some mere twisted game any longer.
What do you want? he thought, his mind almost like a whisper.
~I've got business here, and that's a long story and has fuckall to do with politics, so don't ask,~ Schuldig sent back. ~But I am here, and we'll be heading home as soon as we can after the job is done. What I want is to make sure you're with us when we go. To that end, I need information about where they have you, how many guards, how closely you're watched, all that fun shit.~
Post by Kender Bard on Nov 19, 2012 3:22:51 GMT -5
Ah, Ragnar thought. Well. That's not so hard at all. I'm in the former palace, where I spend all my days dwelling in essentially the same room. It's a large room they keep new or unruly slaves in. As their pet Clear, it is my job to mete out punishments. His cool, calm recounting stuttered out at this for a moment under a blanket of guilt and other dark feelings, but he mentally clawed his way out of that, pushing it down and away. This was more important than another long spell of self-pity. I have no guards within the room itself if it's just me. I live chained to the walls by ankles and wrists with barely enough room to move from one corner to the next. If there are slaves with me--and currently there aren't, but you never know--there's usually an overseer in here and sometimes a guard or two. More if they're dealing with someone especially hard to break.
Post by Kender Bard on Nov 19, 2012 6:12:09 GMT -5
I am unchained infrequently, Ragnar thought dully, as if just talking about it was seeping some of his energy away. Whenever my restraints begin to cause me injury. They take them off for a day while I'm given a salve and bindings so I don't die or my limbs don't fall off. And it is the overseer who has the key. He is in charge of the palace slaves, to the best of my knowledge. That includes me.
Post by Kender Bard on Nov 21, 2012 1:08:35 GMT -5
I'm not sure, Ragnar admitted. Though I have my suspicions. If I were to guess... I would say a Mind. He seems to have uncanny timing and knowledge. But whether he is one sign or two, I haven't the faintest idea. I've never seen him use his sign in my presence.
Of course. But he'd been trained both with Minds and against them. If it came to it, he'd blow the bastard's mind out like a candle.
~That's enough for now,~ Schuldig said. ~Now, relax and let me work. If he is a Mind, I want to bury this a bit below the surface.~ Given that Ragnar had been a prisoner and slave for a few years now, it was unlikely that anyone would try to look very deeply into his mind. It would be easier if he were a memory specialist, but after working with Mikasi some (and being worked on himself), he thought he could manage to cover one conversation.
~Found Ragnar,~ he told Ruby, ~but it may be a tricky job. He's kept chained up and he suspects his keeper is a Mind.~
Of course he is, she thought dryly, and he snorted.
~My thoughts exactly. Hopefully, Kamilla will be easier to get to.~ She shouldn't be in prison, at any rate. Unless she'd done something stupid since they were last aware of her status. Since she was supposedly from a notable family, Schuldig wasn't going to waste energy groping for her mind. He didn't really fancy talking to her about the matter without being face-to-face and Flame having the ring ready. This was pure recon.
He reached out again, lightly touching minds as he went, and keeping a mental ear out for her name to pop up in someone's surface thoughts
It took some time but there was finally a lead in the mind of a young man. The timing was exquisite on Schuldig's part.
I wonder if Kamilla will like this necklace, the young man thought nervously. Or... Maybe that's too blunt, perhaps I should gift her brother something instead and then in turn use him as a proxy. On the other hand, if I make my intentions too obvious will he rebuff me on her behalf? Maybe I should duel her brother and then if I win, I'll give her the necklace and an apology for being so uncivilized.
Schuldig smirked at that. She was single and available for courting. He (well, Lucien) was single and looking for a way to establish himself on Grandisle. It would be easy enough to come off as if he wanted to participate in their ridiculous courtship bullshit. They even had a ring to offer her. They could work that angle.
He stayed in contact with the man's mind a while longer to see if there were an more useful tidbits. After that, he was going to have a bit of a rest himself.