``prince to prince [justice]

[Prince Altair]

Prince to Prince

Altair couldn’t remember much after he was hit in the back of the head. The only thing that stuck out in his mind and made him uncomfortable was the bloodcurdling scream that made him crawl into the depths of his mind. Cevia was not going to be happy with him. Why didn’t he listen to the fox Pokemon?

When he woke up he was in the worst place he could imagine. Stuck in a box smaller then his own body. It wasn’t the fact that his whole body was cramped that bothered him. It was the fact that he couldn’t move and could do anything about it. The fact that there was no way he could free himself. That was what scared him the most. He couldn’t defend himself. His screaming lasted for three days, in and out of consciousness, without food. They ignored him for three days.

Finally they pulled him out for a little interrogation and he went wild, despite the fact that his body was so weak. He was able to take out five traders before they knocked him out once again. When he woke up he had been tied to a wooden pole. This gave the traders the opportunity to whip and beat him to the ground. He lasted three hours before falling asleep once again.

After a couple more days of fighting he finally got the idea that it was impossible for him to escape. So, he came up with a new strategy. One that he knew would take much longer to achieve. By this time he could hardly stand up without help. So he calmed himself down. Pretending that he was broken in. He even noticed that most of the traders knew he was blind or knew he was an Arabian. His skin was snow white by this time and his eyes an icy blue. He was confident enough in his lack of sight by this age that he was able to keep his head down and react solely to voices and sounds. When someone told him to look at someone he would wait for that person’s voice.

Almost two weeks after being beaten, Altair found himself in the market place at last. Finally, almost completely healed from the beating from before and yet still in very weak shape. He usually kept his eyes down, unless someone spoke to him. Most people took his far off look to represent his feeling of Hopelessness. It wasn’t, but he kept it as solemn as possible.

He now realized that a women was looking to buy him, but decided to look at the other Slaves first before deciding. His heart pounded as he stood. His hands were chained which seemed to be connected to a horizontal post in front of him. Several other slaves were posted beside him. This was the new batch of slaves. The ones that came directly after being caught or sold.

Character Name: Prince Altair | Tags: Justice

On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams

credit Delusional

[Justice]

TAGS: Prince Altair
WORDS: ehh
NOTES: Justice be buyin

Justice walks into the town that appears less orderly than he would like it; it is almost as if the entire town is filled with nothing but citizens. Justice looks around, searching for any officials or nobles that might have some sort of authority over the people, yet he can see nothing but what appear to be peasants. Justice memorizes every face and voice patter he sees and hears respectively as he walks along, watching everything that goes on around him.

As he walks, he notices things that are not all that familiar to him. Justice looks at the carts and stalls that seem to be sprinkled around the town, something that Diamond has very few of, as most of the shops are indoors and permanently stationary.

Another thing Justice notices are the various street performers that seem out of place to Justice. He watches as what appears to be a flame tosser dance around among a group of commoners. Justice smiles as he looks upon the people of the newly added province of Diamond. Camellia..you really wish to just take these people..as if they are your own..You really care that much about power? Justice thinks to himself as he walks further into the town.

Justice walks into a smaller square which has a small crowd of people gathered in a corner. Justice wonders what the people are so entranced by, and that is when he sees it. In the corner stands a wooden platform that looks like a scaffold without the gallows, and upon it stand several young men and a couple women. All of them are restrained in some way or another, and they all appear to be very malnourished.

At the base of the platform is a man who appears to be in charge of whatever is going on, and he has a couple of guards or helpers that seem to be a part of the happenings as well. Justice watches for a moment, a look of confusion covering his face. For a genius, it sure does take him a while to process what is going on. With a gasp Justice realizes exactly what is going on. Slaves. Actual Slaves being..bought?

Of course Justice knows that slave trade has been going on for quite some time..but in Diamond it is almost always with criminals that are forced to work for their crimes. And of course Justice knew that coming into Crystal territory would sometime cause him to come into contact with slaves and their trading, but the sight of it makes Justice all that much more disgusted by it.

Justice doesn't know what to do considering he can't just ask them to stop, and even if he did have the means to stop them, his identity hasn't been revealed yet and he knows that now isn't the time to make his rebel debut. Justice looks at Grace, who has been toddling along this whole time, for whatever reason not wishing to sit on Justice's head today. She looks to Justice and chirps sadly, somehow knowing that the people on that "stage" are definitely not their to perform.

Justice looks at his companion and scoops her up into his arms, embracing her tightly, feeling deep emotion for the human beings that are being exploited for no good reason. He begins walking up to the men, planning what he is going to do as he does, knowing his options are limited. He walks up to the man in charge as he carefully looks over each of the beings which are so blatently called "Slaves" by those who could just as easily be slaves themselves..

He looks carefully at the man as he begins to speak. "You there..I'd like to..Buy a slave." Justice says, his eyes somber as he tries to decide which of these slaves he will choose. "That one." He says, pointing to the one that look the most emaciated. The one who looks the most in pain. The one that seems the most..different.. As he waits for a response, Grace hides in her shell, afraid of the trader who doesn't seem all that friendly..

[Prince Altair]

Prince to Prince

The eyes of the slave trader landed on the dark purple haired boy standing at the back of the crowd wanting to buy the thin, pale, sickly boy in the middle of the hoard. He ran his eyes over the boy and with an uncertain look in his eye asked, "Can you pay for him? What do you have to offer?"

When Altair heard the voice of the man he could feel his entire form tense. He knew they were talking about him, just by the mood in the slave trader's voice. Altair had been trouble. But he had been trouble because he looked frail, and yet still had the ability to knock a few people out before being knocked out himself. Altair knew that the minute he had his chance he would make a dash for it. Even if he had to wait until he was all the way to their house to make that dash. If this mad could by him that is. From the sound of his uncertain voice, Altair was even uncertain that he had been to the market place very often.

His eyes burning into the post in front of him even though he couldn't see it. There was no way he was going to make any contact. No eye contact, no interest. But If the man really meant to buy him then maybe it would be for the best. It would probably be Altair's only hope for escape… He would probably have to regain his health first. He knew that he probably wouldn't last a week out in the wilderness all by himself as a blind teenaged without Crocevia and without his weapons. And being as sick and weak as he was. In fact… He should probably try his best to recover first. Then he would make a plan and execute it.

Character Name: Prince Altair | Tags: Justice

On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams

credit Delusional

[Justice]

TAGS: Prince Altair, Slaves
WORDS: ###
NOTES: Poor slaves D:

Justice looks at the man as he asks for some form of payment and he wonders how much slaves could possibly be worth..Justice, in his mind at least, would be willing to pay anything for any of these souls, but he knows that the traders don't feel the same sentiment, and they wouldn't ask for all that much. Justice looks to the man, his eyes constricted and filled with disgust toward the man and his way of making a living. He begins to speak as Grace carefully peeks out of her shell, looking at the man Justice is planning on buying as she wonders why he would do something like this..

"Well I'd be willing to pay more if he's worth it, but it looks like caring for him is going to be more work that he's worth, but I like the ones that have nowhere left to fall; it makes them easier to teach. Regardless, I wouldn't say he's worth all that much.." Justice says, trying his best to keep his voice from cracking under the intense emotion it takes just to put on an act. How does Camellia do this..all of the time..it hurts.. Justice says, wishing to recant his phrases, afraid of how it could hurt the slave's being..

Justice holds out a small bag of silver coins that Diamond uses as a common currency and he opens it up. After the man takes as much as he believes is fair, Justice walks up to the stand with the trader's permission and unties him, speaking softly to him, with none of the previous facade of disdain for slave value. "I'm terribly sorry that they had you up there like that. Please follow me, are you able to--" Justice says before noticing the way the boy acted.

My voice..he didn't know where..but he must have seen me.. Justice thinks in his mind trying to figure out the boy's ail. Justice holds onto the boy carefully as he helps him up. "Are you able to walk? Is there something wrong? Do you need assistance to walk?" Justice says as he begins to walk. If the boy asks for help, Justice will remain very close, helping him walk as they continue, leaving the platform. If he denies any need for help, Justice will keep a small amount of distance, though remaining close enough to appear as if he actually has business buying a slave.

Regardless of the boy's choice, Justice guides him into the alley on the opposite side of the clearing and slowly guides him through it, looking behind and around him, making sure that no one is within earshot. Finding that the three are alone, Justice begins to speak. "I'm terribly sorry for the way I was speaking earlier, it truly burdens my heart to speak that way. My name is Justice and it is a pleasure to meet you. I truly feel sorrow for the way you appear to have been treated, and at any time you are free to go" Justice says, his voice calming and kind, more like the real Justice's than his previous demeanor ever was.

Justice lets the words of freedom sink in to the boy for a moment before speaking again. "Of course, I'm obviously not going to just throw you out it you need assistance. If you would like help I am here and I will do anything in my assistance to help you back on your feet; and if you have nowhere to stay, I own an unopened hotel quite a way from here that I would let you stay in free of charge. Of course what you plan to do is completely and fully up to you at this point" Justice says as he realizes that the boy is invariably blind. Justice can tell just by the way the way the boy walks and the way he holds himself and responds, and he doesn't wish to prod too far into that subject for fear of pushing a button the Forgotten King has no business pushing. He waits for an answer or a reply of some sort as he pets Grace lightly on the head, wishing he could afford to free each and everyone of the slaves on that scaffold..

[Prince Altair]

Prince to Prince

And the voice changed, from that of uncertainty, to something far more realistic. He could feel his heart race at the sound. Altair keep it together! Where is this emotion coming from? But he already knew the answer to his own question. Never had he gone through the horrors of being a slave. He had always been running. Running from the Crystal Kingdom. Running from the slave traders. And then he was going through the life of his people. No longer did he have the power that Crocevia brought to him. His emotions were free to roam as they willed. If the sound of someone's voice could bring him fear and allow him to show it, then he had no idea how to stop it. Thankfully he was able to keep a straight face, but he could feel his body getting soar from it's tension.

The man finally paid and walked up to him to free him from his bonds. His voice was suddenly so soft. He could feel himself breaking under the tone that the man had with him. His eyes stayed fastened onto the wood in front of him as the man reached out to keep him from falling. Altair flinched at his cold touch but did nothing more, he didn't have the strength, and the strength he did have he wanted to keep for now. He didn't know how to react. But he allowed the man to Guide him. Where to he had no idea, but he didn't really care. This whole scene just seemed quite different to what he imagined would happened. He imagined a rough, rich man with a snotty attitude and no respect for the life of a human being. That was what he imagined.

He kept his emotions to himself as they moved through the streets and the many people. He felt almost nauseous and sick. These people were sick. They were sick with their lives and their fancy houses. They were disgusting, it made him want to throw up. He kept as much composure as he could muster as his new master led him around. Then they stopped. He realized that the sounds of the streets were muffled and only came from one direction. They must be in an alleyway. The boy's confusion was evident, though in front of his master he tried his best to hide it.

Then he spoke again. This time his voice was kind and calm as if the voice from before had been such a joke. "I'm terribly sorry for the way I was speaking earlier, it truly burdens my heart to speak that way. My name is Justice and it is a pleasure to meet you. I truly feel sorrow for the way you appear to have been treated, and at any time you are free to go" Altair was sure that he felt his heart skip a couple beats when he heard that. Everything seemed to crash around him and his emotions became a mix of Nothing and Everything at the same time. This had to be a joke. Had to be a trap. No. Altair didn't trust this man, nor did he trust himself to believe him. But the man's next words came easily enough with no hostility toward him.

"Of course, I'm obviously not going to just throw you out it you need assistance. If you would like help I am here and I will do anything in my assistance to help you back on your feet; and if you have nowhere to stay, I own an unopened hotel quite a way from here that I would let you stay in free of charge. Of course what you plan to do is completely and fully up to you at this point"

And it finally happened. He didn't even know that he could cry, but he did, the tears fell from his eyes and the energy he had left fled from his body and he dropped to his hands and knees in shock. He could feel his body shaking. This feeling… It was almost worse then being whipped by leather, or being thrown around and starved. It hurt. He hated it. It was different from Rage. He had felt that before. This was something he was not accustomed to and he couldn't quite place where it had come from, but he knew he didn't like it. HIs crying was silent, but he didn't really know how to react.

Finally he spoke. His first time to the man whom he thought he would call master. "Please… Please… Don't leave me… I'm… I'm afraid…"

Character: Prince Altair | Tag: Justice

[Justice]

TAGS: Prince Altair, Slave
WORDS: I can't count :I
NOTES: All the feels.

Justice watches as the boy before him begins to cry and become incredibly filled with emotion, even to the point of causing him to fall to his knees in emotion. Justice quickly gets down to eye level with the boy, listening to his voice as he pleas with the forgotten King not to leave. Justice puts his hand gently on the boy's back as not to frighten him as he begins to speak.

"Of course. I'll stay with you for as long as you'd like. You've no need to be afraid. I'll be here for you until you are firmly set on your feet, or after if you'd like. Don't worry, everything will be fine. " Justice says as he waits for the boy to recover, hopefully.

Grace, sensing the emotion in the boy, and well, being Grace, hops onto the boys head and hums a soft and sweet song that only Justice knows the words to. Of course, she does this in an attempt to lift the boy's spirit and lift the mood of the happening, but Justice isn't so sure if his companion is helping or not. Justice grabs a handkercheif from his pocket that is a deep royal purple despite appearing and feeling quite used, yet clean. Justice takes Altair's hand and places the cloth into the boy's hand, whispering a quiet "here" to the boy, trying his best to help the poor boy who has obviously been drastically affected by the life of a slave..

[Prince Altair]

"Of course. I'll stay with you for as long as you'd like. You've no need to be afraid. I'll be here for you until you are firmly set on your feet, or after if you'd like. Don't worry, everything will be fine." The touch of the man's hand on Altair's shoulder and his calm, kind voice gave Altair the room to calm himself down. His sobs became sniffles, and he could feel his energy being drained. He took one last deep breath before sitting on the ground. When the little pokemon saw his pain and tears it hoped onto his head and began to sing some strange song that altair had never heard before. But it was nice and it was beginning to make him a bit tired, but he didn't stop the little thing from it's singing. It had been awhile since he had heard music as nice as this, even from a pokemon. Crocevia wasn't much of a singer. Then he felt Justice take his hand and put something into it with a quiet "here." He took it slowly from his savior and felt it in hands. He didn't know if Justice knew of his blindness yet or not, but right now he really didn't care. He shifted the handkerchief within his fingers and decided he knew what it was for. It was for the tears that streaked his face. He was sure that he would need more then a handkerchief to clean himself. He felt filthy.

But he didn't have much time to respond in any other way, because he gasped in surprise as a sharp pain shot up his body from his bare foot. He had no idea what was going on until he heard a rough voice invading his thoughts. This was a voice that he thought he would never hear again. In one way he was relieved that the voice came back, but in another way he was terrified of the voice coming back. 'HOW DARE YOU! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU FOR DOING THAT! YOU HAVE NO IDEA!' To Justice the fox pokemon would be growling really loud and gazing at Altair's head burning holes into it (not literally though it looked like it wanted to.) Altair gasped and grabbed his leg in pain and turned his attention to the hostile pokemon at his heels. He moved his hand to touch the fox pokemon, but he growled in warning. 'Touch me and your dead boy…' If Justice tried to move forward Crocevia would growl even louder. He didn't do anything else except hold on with his teeth to Altair's foot.

"Cevia… Crocevia, let go…" Altair panted. 'You want to feel pain boy? Thats what you did to yourself when you got yourself caught! Your emotions come rushing back? GOOD, YOU DESERVE IT!' Altair could feel the canine teeth biting hard enough to keep hold of his ankle and hurt it if it gets moved, but it wasn't hard enough to break any bones. Blood could be seen (for Justice) and felt (for Altair) slipping down to the dirty ground. And after this, if Justice tried to interfere, Altair himself would refuse his help despite his draining energy. "Cevia, let go… Can't this wait till I've regained my strength? We'll have a… Have a…" he bit his tongue as the teeth bit down harder, but then sighed in relief as the fox pokemon let go of his foot.

Character: Prince Altair | Tag: Justice

[Justice]

TAGS: Prince Altair
WORDS: :I
NOTES: Sorry it's short..not all that much Justice can do. There is..I'm just lazy

Justice watches as the being he just tried his best to save is attacked by an unknown, never before seen creature attacks the boy. What..what is going on? Justice thinks in his mind as he processes what has happened. The purple haired boy watches in horror as the canine like beast latches onto the boy's leg. "What are you doing! Stop that!" Justice shouts as he looks at the creature, as he begins to step in to help.

This 'Cevia's' growling slows Justice enough for the boy to stop Justice from his actions. "Do you know this creature?" Justice asks, every fiber of his being wishing to do something to help. Of course, though the boy stopped Justice from doing anything, it doesn't stop Grace from launching several pink and purple heart shaped projectiles at the creature before it lets go. Of course, these hearts are usually given by Grace as a gift and are harmless, but in this forceful form, they can cause weakness, lightheadedness, and mild infatuation..

Justice watches as the creature lets go of the ex-slave's leg, wondering if perhaps these two couls actually friends, and partners it seems, considering the way the boy speaks to it. Justice looks at the creature's figure and appearance, wondering if this creature is like the normal Ninetales he's seen, as the body shape and appearance is the same, though the coloration is quite different.

Justice awaits a response from the boy, ever ready to do whatever the boy wants should he ask for help, whether it be to run the creature off, or to help the creature and the boy build back their lives..

[Prince Altair]

Altair opened his mouth to reply to his savior, but nothing came out. He was too exhausted. And he was starving. He moved his eyes in the direction of Justice's voice. It was like his entire being was screaming at him, but no noise came out. He sighed and sat on the ground holding his foot, feeling the blood seeping from the skin. Your an idiot Cevia. He thought bitterly.

"I'll bite you again Altair." The Ninetails growled. "Don't tempt me."

The skinny boy sighed. He wasn't going to do much until he gained his materials back… If he gained them back. He also needed plenty of strength. There wasn't any of it in his bones. They had finally worn him out. "Justice… Right? Could we… find something to eat or… somewhere to sleep? I don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to be here without passing out…" Beside him Cevia nodded his approval and bounded over to sniff at justice. "This man saved you did he?" Altair glanced at his trusty pokemon but didn't respond in anyway. There wasn't much that he could say or do to the fox without wanting to punch him in the face some how. Course he had no energy to do so, so it didn't matter all that much.

He tried to push himself up using the wall behind him to pull up, but immediately he felt the nausea hit him like a wave of water washing over him. He gasped and held onto the wall to keep himself from falling. Crocevia watched him with calm, pausing eyes. "What happened to you Altair?" The boy shook his head. I don't wanna talk about it right now Cevia.

Character: Prince Altair | Tag: Justice

[Justice]

TAGS: Prince Altair Slaves
WORDS: :I
NOTES: Poor, Poor, Altair..

Justice watches as the previous slave tries his best to speak before failing. This boy..could he have been through more than slavery? His.. Justice thinks, trying not to dig to deep into what he couldn't possibly assume himself. He listens to the boy's request for either food or shelter and instantly replies, feeling urgency in the situation.

"Of course, of course we can. Here, I'll guide you." Justice says as he attempts to help the boy up. "May I ask your name, sir?" Justice asks, trying to keep the boy from fainting by keeping his mind active. Justice, if allowed by the emaciated boy, would lead all four of the beings to the closest hotel, one which Justice had seen on his way into the town. The "Cloud Muffin's" name didn't quite fit the beauty and extravagance of the establishment, especially from one who could see the intense beauty of it.

Justice guides the boy in, not noticing the fact that Grace has now plopped herself onto the canine's head, spinning Charm hearts around his head in an attempt to be friendly. Justice looks to the front counter, which is incredibly powerfully scented with an intense sweet smell. Justice looks to the lady at the counter as she speaks. "Hello young men, and welcome to the Cloud Muffin, the most renound hotel in Vertrock. May I offer you a room? Be aware that our prices are proportional to the quality of the hotel" she says, looking at Altair with a strange glare, obviously unsure why someone so poor looking would even enter the hotel.

Justice looks at the prices that are placed on the wall in a very strange language that hasn't been used in Crystal for decades..Do they really just do that to confuse them of prices? How pitiful.. Justice thinks before speaking to the woman. "I'll take a double room please." He says, watching as the girl looks in her book before replying to the purple-haired royal's request.

"I'm sorry sir, but it appears we have only two rooms left, and they are both single queens." She says, blushing as she looks at the two boys, obviously fantasizing or somethign of the matter.. Justice sighs as he looks to the woman, wondering why she didn't say that the first time.. "That will be fine. Please give us a key and a menu for room service, and send someone to take our order promptly." he says, taking out a much larger bag of money and placing it on the counter, trying to conceal the loud jingle.

After grabbing the key, Justice guides the boy to their room, number "8", on the first floor. "Here we are." Justice says, opening the door and guiding Altair over to the desk. "It appears there is a custom meal you can order from the chef. When the waiter comes to take our order, feel free to order absolutely anything you'd like" Justice says, his eyes squinting at the many zeroes on the price..

Grace is still on the Canine's head, regardless of if it got her off before, it seem she has just jumped back on anyway, and she is still playing with her Charm Hearts..