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Post by taartoq on Jun 1, 2007 12:30:46 GMT -5
"I believe you, Ukaleq." The girl's echo of a humble apology was met with a certain familiarity. Of course her name is Ukaleq... he pondered as his thin and nimble fingers wrapped around the spine of the book the noblewoman handed to him. He caught a glimpse of the title of the book, how it told of the rich tradition of the New Moon Festival when both tribes met in celebration every year. When remembering stories his grandmother told of such a festival, a warm feeling washed over his mind, hoping that some day, this commemoration would some day happen again.
He placed the tome amongst the others, adjusting it to be just so; perfect order and superb arrangement was in view. While nothing more than his profile faced the girl, his mellowed voice carried over yet again in a nonchalant manner, "My father is Chieftain Attu Chulyin. I asked because I believe we may have met in the past..."
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Post by gandalan on Jun 3, 2007 14:35:07 GMT -5
His thoughts would be taken into account? A lie, and a bad one at that. This trial had already been decided. Flanked by his guards, there was nothing he would (or really could) say to discredit this statement by Arnook. But he angrily glared up at the old man he'd once respected so much. He couldn't believe that he once thought that the old man was truly right about everything. He couldn't be, here, trying to find Nakamura guilty, when he hadn't even done anything. But it didn't matter, really. Because this was already set in ice; whatever they charged him with, he would undoubtedly be found guilty of, and whatever they wanted to do to him would be done. There was nothing he could do to improve his position either by tact or by kindness.
After waiting for a few moments, he took a look around the room, before resuming his glare on Arnook. "I haven't DONE anything. Why don't you tell me what I've done wrong? Everyone but me seems to know what it is." His voice was fraught with frustration. He couldn't believe he was even here, in this place, with these people. While he was happy he was home, he wasn't certain he would stay if given the choice. He breathed out angrily, before clenching his hands into fists, and angrily asked, "Well? What have I done?!"
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Post by kuni on Jun 3, 2007 17:21:44 GMT -5
Arnook glared down at the boy who was being trialed in the Water Tribe’s court. How could the boy not know what he had done? But of course, the guilty never admits his wrongs; Arnook highly doubted that the boy simply forgot that he had harbored someone whom he knew the Water Tribes had banished. Arnook was old, but he did not forget easily, a mistake others had made. There were many reasons why he was the Water Tribe Chief.
“You were a bright child, Nakamura,” Arnook spoke, “Do you mean to tell me that you forgot what you did?” Arnook sighed, “You escaped, not just by yourself, that would be no crime, but with a someone whom the Water Tribe had specifically banished!”
Arnook looked into Nakamura’s eyes, wishing to see the effect this had brought to him. “Now, I am giving you chance to change your plea, how do you plead, guilty or not guilty?”
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Post by gandalan on Jun 3, 2007 21:30:59 GMT -5
Nakamura's face hardened. That was it. This old, nearly senile man, sought to tell him that Raine had been banished? No such thing had occurred. Or, at least nobody had told him. Why would Raine be banished from the Water Tribes? And if she HAD been banished, then Nakamura was ready to deny the Chief and tell him he was wrong.
He stubbornly looked up at the Chief. "I've done nothing wrong. Nothing at all. I am not guilty of anything." You old fool... I wonder how much of this you pieced together from heresay. He looked away with a "Hmph." and waited for whatever they were going to do. Whatever they said was going to be half truth, half lies. It would be the only way they could truly do anything to him under the law.
He turned his gaze the the prosecutor. What could he possibly come up with? What? He hadn't done anything.
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Post by ukaleq on Jun 6, 2007 23:37:05 GMT -5
Chieftain Attu Chulyin? Ukaleq thought for a moment, her face always taking on a bit of a stern look when she was deep in thought. Her brows knitted together and her eyes drooped, hidden by dark lashes. She turned her head to the side just casually. She remember the chieftain.. she had known all the chieftains since she was a little girl.
Ukaleq shook her head. "I do not remember meeting you before I started coming to the archives." She lifted a hand to her head, touching her forehead briefly. Her skin was hot in one spot, where a nice bruise would develop over night probably. The young woman sighed and lowered her hand, the cerulean sleeves, edged with soft white fur resting against her tighter, lavender sleeves without a rustle.
Then again.. Ukaleq was as shy as a child as she was a young woman. It would be like her to have met someone only to go hide behind her mother's dresses and skirts. Like now.. Ukaleq's dark eyes, the color of the ocean in the light of a waxing moon, glanced about for means of escape. Oh how she hated confrontation.. even the kind with the most kindness intentions...
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Post by taartoq on Jun 7, 2007 0:16:14 GMT -5
With the girl's reply, Taartoq raised an eyebrow, perceiving that Ukaleq may be rather uncomfortable in this situation. She was soft-spoken and most likely as timid as can be, so he thought it best to leave things be. She seemed to be looking for any way out of the conversation, and Taartoq was familiar with what such a sensation would be like. After all, he loathed being caught in a discussion with a person he didn't like very much.
Accompanying his words with a movement of his hand in an elegant, wave-like motion out to the side, gesturing that Ukaleq may walk away when she felt it right to do so. "Well, I see you're not in serious pain, and I wish you a good day." His tone was abrupt, leaving a vague yet stinging sarcasm in its wake along with the fake smile he flashed. His intention was not to be cruel, but the girl clearly wasn't one for pleasantries as far as he could tell.
Without waiting for her reply, he retracted his arm behind his back and walked past Ukaleq stiltedly, with a docile expression. His eyes happened to look at the ground below for a second, where he noticed a chunk of ice lying on the floor. As he kneeled down for a closer look, he lifted it into his palm. It may have been a result of the books and scrolls crashing onto the floor, and the archivist decided that, as long as it wasn't an essential piece to any architecture in the building, it was pretty much just a useless piece of frozen water.
He rose gently, still holding the hand-sized chunk of ice, and proceeded to walk along the rows of wooden bookshelves. Still without a thing to do, no assignments in store, he stopped in his tracks and held the ice chunk between his slender hands. With a few movements of his hands, he turned the chunk of ice into a small ball of water and began balancing the liquid in his open palm.
As the man walked about the throngs of bookshelves without a duty in the world, he held the ball of water floating above his hand and occasionally did some unspectacular move, such as spiraling the liquid around his hand or arm. He figured that since there was nothing to do, he may as well practice a bit of waterbending, however infantessimally small the feats may be. Something was needed to pass the time before his upcoming dismissal for the day.
-Taartoq has left the thread-
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Post by kuni on Jun 18, 2007 17:28:49 GMT -5
Arnook sighed. A water tribe messenger approached the head table, and handed Arnook the charge as well as supposed punishments for the charge. Arnook stared into Nakamura’s blue eyes, wondering how the boy could have committed the charge.
“Upon the silence of the accused,” Anrook began, his voice spreading like waves over the almost empty room. “You shall hereby be castrated, your free will stripped. “ Arnook’s eyes jolted through the scroll he had been given, and stated the last part of a sentence, “You shall return to your cell, and after a period of four days, be released.”
Arnook had not finished, but what he had to say next would disgrace Nakamura more than prison, “In that time, the council will elect one female to keep watch over you at all time.” A long silence followed, resulting in Arnook standing, “That will be all.” He nodded to the guards, and the guards looked towards Nakamura.
“Come on,” they said, “Back to the prison with you.”
---Arnook has left the thread---
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Post by gandalan on Jun 21, 2007 9:13:34 GMT -5
~::Nakamura has gone back to Prison, and left this thread...Through the passage of time, he has joined the Siege thread::~
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