10-21-2018, 02:46 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]//retro to laz's death
Slavery. It hadn't ever been so blatant in the places Gabe visited, hadn't ever been in clear-cut terms like "owner" or "master" and "slave." But there had been a hierarchy on the streets, and the ones stuck at the bottom of the ladder were nothing to the ones at the top; they forfeit their lives daily, and they hadn't felt there was another option, backed into a corner, stuck between a rock and a hard place. The helplessness plagued the world he was born into. It still did. Those with power had an awful tendency to abuse it, and by extension, the people without power. No, it wasn't an obvious system of slavery wherein individuals were treated as objects to knock around as they pleased, like property with no wills of their own, but freedom was such a fickle concept, wasn't it? Bound by physical chains or those less visible, they all bowed to something. Fear, religion, authority, family, materialism, food- the list went on and on. Some were more abstract, others less so.
Regardless, Gabriel wasn't keen on overlooking any of it. He didn't know Valkyr, not really, but here was someone smelling of The Pitt treating him like property, with Valkyr responding in kind with clear submissiveness. Gabe felt like shit, head throbbing a steady staccato, but that didn't matter here, and he took to the air, diving Stryker from behind and attempting to dig his talons into the back of his head.
"Get your sand-snorting ass off our territory. You own no one."
[align=right][i]——INFO
Slavery. It hadn't ever been so blatant in the places Gabe visited, hadn't ever been in clear-cut terms like "owner" or "master" and "slave." But there had been a hierarchy on the streets, and the ones stuck at the bottom of the ladder were nothing to the ones at the top; they forfeit their lives daily, and they hadn't felt there was another option, backed into a corner, stuck between a rock and a hard place. The helplessness plagued the world he was born into. It still did. Those with power had an awful tendency to abuse it, and by extension, the people without power. No, it wasn't an obvious system of slavery wherein individuals were treated as objects to knock around as they pleased, like property with no wills of their own, but freedom was such a fickle concept, wasn't it? Bound by physical chains or those less visible, they all bowed to something. Fear, religion, authority, family, materialism, food- the list went on and on. Some were more abstract, others less so.
Regardless, Gabriel wasn't keen on overlooking any of it. He didn't know Valkyr, not really, but here was someone smelling of The Pitt treating him like property, with Valkyr responding in kind with clear submissiveness. Gabe felt like shit, head throbbing a steady staccato, but that didn't matter here, and he took to the air, diving Stryker from behind and attempting to dig his talons into the back of his head.
"Get your sand-snorting ass off our territory. You own no one."
[align=right][i]——INFO
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I'M
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]FADING
[/td][td]MUCH TOO FAST
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