"It's a fine greeting." And he makes a mental note to use it with her unprompted from now on. Comfort is part of what he's selling.
"I never tell the intimate specifics of my services to anyone. That would be in poor taste, indeed. But I am always glad when my clients are willing to pass on their recommendations to others. Word of mouth is my most powerful advertisement tool."
He sets a few sheets of paper before her along with a fountain pen. "Yes. That is where I'd like to start, as well. I do have my stipulations and I do not work with those who refuse to abide them. In that we are very much of the same mind." He's liking her more by the moment.
"My strictest rule is that, no matter what, my back will stay covered at all times. You may feel marks beneath the fabric but I will neither speak of them nor show them to you. I also insist that we set a safe word at the beginning of a session. And that we will review that at the start of every session. When this word is spoken, all action stops immediately until further notice. That is my guarantee to you that you may be done at any time and for any reason. As far as how my fee is affected, I will only charge half price in that event, unless we resume. My fee is charged by the half hour, but I give a ten minute allowance for discussion and any additional negotiation. Is all of that agreeable so far?"
She listens attentively, and nods her agreement when he makes it clear that she's to keep any curiosity she has about his back to herself - and Ari Tayrey, from a place and time where scars can be easily erased, is certainly curious. Not nearly enough to even consider breaching terms of contract, though. She'll respect his privacy.
At the mention of a safe word, though, she frowns, because it makes her think of Nobunaga and Klaus, the way they'd been with each other, the way they'd explained it to her - and that isn't what she's looking for at all. 'We're broadly in agreement,' she tells Erik, 'but in the interest of clarity? I don't play language games and I don't want to. My tastes are simple enough. If I say no, or don't, or stop? I mean exactly that, and I'll have it respected. Likewise if you say anything of the sort I'm not going to carry on because a special word hasn't been said, yes? I-'
She stops, suddenly, remembering what he is. He's been very kind to her, she doesn't want to think badly of him, but this was such a stupid idea. If he breaches contract everyone will just say oh Tayrey, what did you expect being vulnerable around someone like that? Someone literally out for blood? Creatures don't change their nature because of contracts.
'I'm sorry,' she says softly. 'I think this was a mistake. It's not your fault, I just... I'm damaged. It was never a good idea.'
"You can certainly count on me to understand the word 'no' for what it is," he says, his tone changing to one of cautionary alarm.
"Damaged? That's a harsh thing to say about oneself. Does this have to do with the incident you wanted to speak of privately? You have extended your trust to me this far and I appreciate how hard that may be for you. Will you tell me what happened? Please? There is nothing binding between us, but I confess I ask now out of worry for your wellbeing."
Tayrey looks at him, something dark and troubled in her eyes. 'Damage is exactly what it is,' she says in a low voice.
It had been her intention not to tell anyone - but the damage is apparent, whether she tells the truth about it or not. 'I warn you, it's... complicated,' she says, sounding resigned.
'I was kidnapped and held prisoner for over a standard year. One of the other prisoners was a man who could turn into a wild animal. A cougar. I was afraid of him, at first, and then I told myself it was prejudice against the unfamiliar. I got to know him. We had a contract, and his side of the bargain was that he'd never harm me. I considered him a friend. And then... I put an escape plan into action, and he didn't like how I did it, or that I did it at all. He thought I was entitled, wanting freedom. Not just being glad that my captor met my basic needs. He said that others were becoming better people in captivity and acted as if there was something wrong with me because imprisonment and torture were... were breaking me and I'd have done anything to get out.'
Her eyes glisten with unshed tears. The tremor has started in her hands, but she doesn't appear to notice. Arilanna Tayrey has begun to tell this terrible story, and she won't stop until it's all told.
'He acted as if our contract were nothing. He told me he'd... eat me. Alive. And then he turned into a monster. Chased me. Clawed and bit and crushed. Almost killed me. And even... even the friends who tended me acted as if I should have known better. That an animal is an animal. Someone who was kind to me before said I'd... I'd fucked around and found out.' Breathtakingly callous. 'Where I'm from that kind of savage attack is... I won't say it has never happened, but it would be universally condemned by anyone who isn't morally bankrupt themselves. No justification.'
Tayrey bites her her lip, takes a moment before she carries on. 'I was in so much pain. I could barely see. It took over a week for me to die. And then I got my freedom. This place. They're all here because of me, all the other prisoners from the boat, but half of them would still hurt me if they...' she trails off. The trembling is more pronounced now, until she clenches her hands into fists. 'I want to trust to contract. But I can't be vulnerable around someone with the power to do me terrible harm. I trusted him, yes? Before. And I'd die rather than go back to captivity again, but I'd sooner kill anyone who initiates aggression against me. Even now that I'm free I'm not... I'm not...' she shakes her head. 'There's damage.'
He nods at her warning. Most of these situations are complicated. Oh, but his sympathy does swell for her, as she lays out this terrible tale of betrayal. Could this cougar-man be the very same one he dealt with in his brief visit to that ship? The one who looked more than eager to rip into Erik on Max's account. Oh, Max, what company you keep. That's a problem for later.
"I'm so very sorry. This is no small thing, to have your trust violated so thoroughly by more than one friend from the sounds of it. I get the sense that contracts in your culture are similar to how my word and oath functions in mine. If someone gave me their word as a vampire or in the same spirit as one, I would consider it an unforgivable sin to transgress against it. That is what happened to you. You were transgressed against, brutally, and you were hurt deeply not just in body but in mind. Such wounds take much longer to heal, I'm afraid." But there is hope. Healing isn't impossible. He wants to help her realize that.
"It would be extremely trite of me to try and tell you I would never hurt you in such a way. I have no desire to hurt you, but after what you have been through I can hardly expect you to take my word for it. What I can offer you instead is the key to defending yourself against me. For all my supernatural strengths, I do have a weakness you could exploit to protect yourself. Understand that I do not give such information lightly."
She's not sure what to expect from him. In fact, it wouldn't have surprised her too much if he'd taken the other side, said she deserved it all, because while she tries to think the best of people, that's not as easy for her as it used to be. Yet instead, he understands. He understands it exactly, what was done to her and why it wounded her so deeply.
She nods. 'Contracts are that way in my culture - in my entire sector. Breaking one is a crime. Destroys reputations, careers... a contract-breaker is in the wrong just as clearly as an aggressor is. That was the worst of the damage, but it didn't start there. My captor was a sadist who profited from other people's suffering, but he never had to hurt me himself. The other prisoners did that. Physically, or by trying to tear me down, convince me there was no escape and I should stop trying. People used to come back from the dead, as long as they were useful, and then when they weren't, whatever remained of them was sent to... to some horrific sensory deprivation torture chamber. Indefinitely. I never understood how anyone, knowing that, could do anything other than loathe their captor and fight for their freedom. However pretty they thought the prison was.'
It did far more damage to Tayrey, feeling so isolated, so alone in what to her was simple truth. One evil tyrant holding people captive wouldn't be enough to shake her faith in humanity. The behavior of most of her fellow prisoners had done that.
Then she looks up at Erik again, blinks away her tears and meets his eye, and there's something of that Tradeline spirit still in her when she tells him, 'I value that you aren't taking my hesitation personally. If you give me this information, I won't share it. On my honor as a Tradeliner, word by contract.' She trusts him far enough for that, knows he won't dismiss her word as worthless.
"When one lives and dies on the strength of reputation and keeping one's word, nothing is worse than proving your promises to be unreliable." Vampires can and are run out of society for breaking their oaths. They must be, or the social contracts would mean nothing.
"I am aware of that ship you were on. I never met 'The Captain'," he says that name with the utmost disdain, "but I suffered there for a month's time. It was truly despicable how he turned people against one another so he wouldn't have to get his own hands dirty. The coward. But it is a tactic that is not unfamiliar to me. I've seen it done before. I'm sorry you fell victim to it."
He can tell how much it's shaken her, even before she lifts her gaze to him with wet eyes. He can't undo what's been done, but he can give her one less person to fear--he hopes.
"I don't take it personally, at all. You have the right to decide for yourself if you want to do business with me. And, even if you ultimately decide against it, I will treat you no differently out of spite. And I accept your word as contract on this. But I will say, in the event I am somehow driven to madness or violence and am harming others, you are free to use this information to stop me in whatever way you see fit. I do not want to harm others. If ever I am compelled to do so by evil means, I want to be stopped." He can't bear to let what happened to Chris be repeated if he can help it.
"The key is my eyes. You cannot kill me until you have destroyed my eyes."
He understands contract and what it means to her. In theory, at the very least. As he continues talking, Tayrey's all too willing to believe it's more than only that. That she can trust him.
'That djinn was no captain at all,' she says, because she has to. 'He was a coward, it's true. But every person on that ship remains responsible for their own actions. For the way they treated others.' One's character is tested in adversity, and if Tayrey's hadn't held up all the way, if she'd been too weak and emotional, at least she hadn't ever lost sight of herself and her values.
Then Erik reveals the means to stop him. She nods, very solemn. There was a time when Nobunaga had advised her that the eyes were a good point to attack, and Tayrey had reacted with the squeamishness of a Tradeliner for whom combat involved nothing more close and personal than squeezing a trigger. How long ago that seems! Now she knows she could put out his eyes with her bare hands if she had to, no hesitation, not when the alternative was being attacked.
'Thank you,' she tells him, earnest and genuine. 'I will keep it very much to myself, and I will not act on it unless you are a direct threat to me or to someone under my protection. And I do still want to do business with you. I do. You've proven that I can trust you. That you understand, and you truly don't want me to come to harm.'
In general, he agrees with her. People are responsible for their actions, of course. But he knows how quickly harsh treatment can turn a person against their own nature. No one ever wants to admit how easily it can happen. Then again, there are the edge cases. Like Max. After everything, he appears to be the same kind-hearted soul he always was. For that, Erik is very grateful.
"I wouldn't have put the secret to my life in your hands if I thought you would break that promise. You have proven I can trust you, as well. Shall we continue with the contract, in that case?"
Tayrey's an exception. It did her a lot of damage. She'd say more than it did to those who just lay down and accepted their fate. Yut it didn't fundamentally change her. She never betrayed what mattered to her - and so she assumes that's the default, the behavior everyone should be capable of.
She's more than willing to move on to more pleasant topics now, though. 'Yes, let's,' she agrees, turning back to the paper before her. There's a lot else to discuss.
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"I never tell the intimate specifics of my services to anyone. That would be in poor taste, indeed. But I am always glad when my clients are willing to pass on their recommendations to others. Word of mouth is my most powerful advertisement tool."
He sets a few sheets of paper before her along with a fountain pen. "Yes. That is where I'd like to start, as well. I do have my stipulations and I do not work with those who refuse to abide them. In that we are very much of the same mind." He's liking her more by the moment.
"My strictest rule is that, no matter what, my back will stay covered at all times. You may feel marks beneath the fabric but I will neither speak of them nor show them to you. I also insist that we set a safe word at the beginning of a session. And that we will review that at the start of every session. When this word is spoken, all action stops immediately until further notice. That is my guarantee to you that you may be done at any time and for any reason. As far as how my fee is affected, I will only charge half price in that event, unless we resume. My fee is charged by the half hour, but I give a ten minute allowance for discussion and any additional negotiation. Is all of that agreeable so far?"
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At the mention of a safe word, though, she frowns, because it makes her think of Nobunaga and Klaus, the way they'd been with each other, the way they'd explained it to her - and that isn't what she's looking for at all. 'We're broadly in agreement,' she tells Erik, 'but in the interest of clarity? I don't play language games and I don't want to. My tastes are simple enough. If I say no, or don't, or stop? I mean exactly that, and I'll have it respected. Likewise if you say anything of the sort I'm not going to carry on because a special word hasn't been said, yes? I-'
She stops, suddenly, remembering what he is. He's been very kind to her, she doesn't want to think badly of him, but this was such a stupid idea. If he breaches contract everyone will just say oh Tayrey, what did you expect being vulnerable around someone like that? Someone literally out for blood? Creatures don't change their nature because of contracts.
'I'm sorry,' she says softly. 'I think this was a mistake. It's not your fault, I just... I'm damaged. It was never a good idea.'
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"Damaged? That's a harsh thing to say about oneself. Does this have to do with the incident you wanted to speak of privately? You have extended your trust to me this far and I appreciate how hard that may be for you. Will you tell me what happened? Please? There is nothing binding between us, but I confess I ask now out of worry for your wellbeing."
cw: violence, cannibalism
It had been her intention not to tell anyone - but the damage is apparent, whether she tells the truth about it or not. 'I warn you, it's... complicated,' she says, sounding resigned.
'I was kidnapped and held prisoner for over a standard year. One of the other prisoners was a man who could turn into a wild animal. A cougar. I was afraid of him, at first, and then I told myself it was prejudice against the unfamiliar. I got to know him. We had a contract, and his side of the bargain was that he'd never harm me. I considered him a friend. And then... I put an escape plan into action, and he didn't like how I did it, or that I did it at all. He thought I was entitled, wanting freedom. Not just being glad that my captor met my basic needs. He said that others were becoming better people in captivity and acted as if there was something wrong with me because imprisonment and torture were... were breaking me and I'd have done anything to get out.'
Her eyes glisten with unshed tears. The tremor has started in her hands, but she doesn't appear to notice. Arilanna Tayrey has begun to tell this terrible story, and she won't stop until it's all told.
'He acted as if our contract were nothing. He told me he'd... eat me. Alive. And then he turned into a monster. Chased me. Clawed and bit and crushed. Almost killed me. And even... even the friends who tended me acted as if I should have known better. That an animal is an animal. Someone who was kind to me before said I'd... I'd fucked around and found out.' Breathtakingly callous. 'Where I'm from that kind of savage attack is... I won't say it has never happened, but it would be universally condemned by anyone who isn't morally bankrupt themselves. No justification.'
Tayrey bites her her lip, takes a moment before she carries on. 'I was in so much pain. I could barely see. It took over a week for me to die. And then I got my freedom. This place. They're all here because of me, all the other prisoners from the boat, but half of them would still hurt me if they...' she trails off. The trembling is more pronounced now, until she clenches her hands into fists. 'I want to trust to contract. But I can't be vulnerable around someone with the power to do me terrible harm. I trusted him, yes? Before. And I'd die rather than go back to captivity again, but I'd sooner kill anyone who initiates aggression against me. Even now that I'm free I'm not... I'm not...' she shakes her head. 'There's damage.'
Re: cw: violence, cannibalism
"I'm so very sorry. This is no small thing, to have your trust violated so thoroughly by more than one friend from the sounds of it. I get the sense that contracts in your culture are similar to how my word and oath functions in mine. If someone gave me their word as a vampire or in the same spirit as one, I would consider it an unforgivable sin to transgress against it. That is what happened to you. You were transgressed against, brutally, and you were hurt deeply not just in body but in mind. Such wounds take much longer to heal, I'm afraid." But there is hope. Healing isn't impossible. He wants to help her realize that.
"It would be extremely trite of me to try and tell you I would never hurt you in such a way. I have no desire to hurt you, but after what you have been through I can hardly expect you to take my word for it. What I can offer you instead is the key to defending yourself against me. For all my supernatural strengths, I do have a weakness you could exploit to protect yourself. Understand that I do not give such information lightly."
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She nods. 'Contracts are that way in my culture - in my entire sector. Breaking one is a crime. Destroys reputations, careers... a contract-breaker is in the wrong just as clearly as an aggressor is. That was the worst of the damage, but it didn't start there. My captor was a sadist who profited from other people's suffering, but he never had to hurt me himself. The other prisoners did that. Physically, or by trying to tear me down, convince me there was no escape and I should stop trying. People used to come back from the dead, as long as they were useful, and then when they weren't, whatever remained of them was sent to... to some horrific sensory deprivation torture chamber. Indefinitely. I never understood how anyone, knowing that, could do anything other than loathe their captor and fight for their freedom. However pretty they thought the prison was.'
It did far more damage to Tayrey, feeling so isolated, so alone in what to her was simple truth. One evil tyrant holding people captive wouldn't be enough to shake her faith in humanity. The behavior of most of her fellow prisoners had done that.
Then she looks up at Erik again, blinks away her tears and meets his eye, and there's something of that Tradeline spirit still in her when she tells him, 'I value that you aren't taking my hesitation personally. If you give me this information, I won't share it. On my honor as a Tradeliner, word by contract.' She trusts him far enough for that, knows he won't dismiss her word as worthless.
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"I am aware of that ship you were on. I never met 'The Captain'," he says that name with the utmost disdain, "but I suffered there for a month's time. It was truly despicable how he turned people against one another so he wouldn't have to get his own hands dirty. The coward. But it is a tactic that is not unfamiliar to me. I've seen it done before. I'm sorry you fell victim to it."
He can tell how much it's shaken her, even before she lifts her gaze to him with wet eyes. He can't undo what's been done, but he can give her one less person to fear--he hopes.
"I don't take it personally, at all. You have the right to decide for yourself if you want to do business with me. And, even if you ultimately decide against it, I will treat you no differently out of spite. And I accept your word as contract on this. But I will say, in the event I am somehow driven to madness or violence and am harming others, you are free to use this information to stop me in whatever way you see fit. I do not want to harm others. If ever I am compelled to do so by evil means, I want to be stopped." He can't bear to let what happened to Chris be repeated if he can help it.
"The key is my eyes. You cannot kill me until you have destroyed my eyes."
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'That djinn was no captain at all,' she says, because she has to. 'He was a coward, it's true. But every person on that ship remains responsible for their own actions. For the way they treated others.' One's character is tested in adversity, and if Tayrey's hadn't held up all the way, if she'd been too weak and emotional, at least she hadn't ever lost sight of herself and her values.
Then Erik reveals the means to stop him. She nods, very solemn. There was a time when Nobunaga had advised her that the eyes were a good point to attack, and Tayrey had reacted with the squeamishness of a Tradeliner for whom combat involved nothing more close and personal than squeezing a trigger. How long ago that seems! Now she knows she could put out his eyes with her bare hands if she had to, no hesitation, not when the alternative was being attacked.
'Thank you,' she tells him, earnest and genuine. 'I will keep it very much to myself, and I will not act on it unless you are a direct threat to me or to someone under my protection. And I do still want to do business with you. I do. You've proven that I can trust you. That you understand, and you truly don't want me to come to harm.'
good place to fade on?
"I wouldn't have put the secret to my life in your hands if I thought you would break that promise. You have proven I can trust you, as well. Shall we continue with the contract, in that case?"
sounds good <3
She's more than willing to move on to more pleasant topics now, though. 'Yes, let's,' she agrees, turning back to the paper before her. There's a lot else to discuss.