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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 13, 2013 22:22:41 GMT -5
Kurloz led his pet into his room in the monastery, closing and locking the door behind him, before leading him straight towards the door on the left. He opened said door and slipped through into a dark hallway, where he turned right. There, he kept the fighters, and until he decided where Apple or whatever would be placed he would stay there. He opened up a cell and led Axle inside.
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Post by wexell on Feb 13, 2013 22:42:34 GMT -5
Axle followed looking around the monastery, slightly in awe of it. He walked into the cell, then bowed his head to him. "Master Kurloz, this may be a little forward of me but, thank you for getting me out of there. I will do anything and i mean anything to repay that." he said truthfully, though a little nervously.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 13, 2013 22:51:27 GMT -5
Kurloz threw a thick book at his face. The book was filled with information on sign language. If this kid wanted to be a slave, he'd have to teach himself to read if he didn't know how already and learn sign language.
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Post by wexell on Feb 13, 2013 23:09:54 GMT -5
Axle caught the book deftly before it hit his face, and opened it. "ah yes master i shall endeavor to learn this as quickly as possible" he said bowing and looking it over "is there any other tasks you wish for me to do as well?" he asked.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 13, 2013 23:24:41 GMT -5
Kurloz shook his head. He would leave him to do the memorization. Then he would have him train to keep fit. So far, he seemed compliant enough. Perhaps he would make a good house-slave. He'd test him to see how well he could clean or something.
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Post by wexell on Feb 13, 2013 23:41:47 GMT -5
Axle bowed and sat, setting the book on his lap and making the motions, spending most of his time on it, learning quite a bit of the alphabet within several weeks. During this time, he also stayed fit, training still to stay fit, and learning the starts of how to take care of the house as a house slave.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 14, 2013 23:23:53 GMT -5
Kurloz had watched his progress, at times impressed and at times disappointed. There was no telling how he would be feeling next, really; he was prone to sudden and violent changes in mood.
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Post by wexell on Feb 15, 2013 2:05:50 GMT -5
A few more months passed, Axle had become an excellent house slave and still had the fighting skills from the arena which also were improving. His signs had become better, he could form words now, and understand the main meaning of what Kurloz meant when he signed.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 15, 2013 2:13:53 GMT -5
Kurloz was pleased with the human's work, but still suspicious. He could be trying to get close enough to him to assassinate him, or trying to free his slaves. In short, indigo paranoia was getting to him. He liked his work, but did not trust him.
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Post by wexell on Feb 15, 2013 3:01:56 GMT -5
Eventually enough time passed where Axle was able to understand and sign it completely. He had become one of the most helpful slaves around Kurloz's monastery as he really did enjoy it and really did just want to be of use to this troll. Almost every chance he could though, he tried to find out more about the Mirthful religion.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 15, 2013 23:23:46 GMT -5
And mirth could Kurloz preach. He had been learning from the high priest himself for sweeps now. Fighting and command was only part of his education; there was more than a little education in the ways of religion. Kurloz would gladly ramble about the wicked ways for hours on end to anyone who asked.
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Post by aberrantarbiter on Feb 16, 2013 0:07:05 GMT -5
One day, Kurloz entered the branching hallway that Axle had been contained in, planning on having him do his laundry. He came to the cell and slid the door open.
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Post by wexell on Feb 16, 2013 9:27:07 GMT -5
Axle revled in the religion most of all, it provided him with something he had always wanted: purpose. He wanted to please the mirthful ones so much so. however one day as he was cleaining the righteous motherfucking chalice, He accidently broke the wicked vessel. The purple crystal cup fell and shattered into thousands of shards.
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