Passive Resistance

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*Darkrob
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Posted by *Darkrob »


David mills about the dark shack in the Hive. It is a deep, desperate area with little hope... full of squalor and destitution. His small shack, the only home he'd known for years, had become a makeshift soup kitchen.

David spends many hours each day collecting the donations of the citizens of the city and the rest of the time he spends handing them out in the Hive. Now he understands that money corrupts so all coin is converted into supplies, food, clothing, medicines... whatever he can purchase from the black marketers, and handed out to those who approach his hovel.

He openly wears a pin... an Anarchist pin... but he only carries a simple club, used to scatter vermin that encroach his home.

He was known as an honest man and a gentle man... a pacifist. Many of the Revolution looked down upon him. He didn't have the resolve to fight. Didn't have the stones to wage war... but he didn't care. He didn't belong to a cell and openly opposed those who shed blood in the name of an ideal... and that's all the Revolution was to him... an Ideal.

His mantra was simply "Question Authority... think for yourself". Those with power always held back the truth, only told the masses what they needed to hear... to keep them complacent. He believed that the truth must be learned by all... shared by all. One cannot be free unless everyone knows the truth. The people will be oppressed so long as the truth is kept from them by the oppressors.

While he had few friends in the Revolution, few friends in the city and few friends in the factions... he had the people who came to him for help every night. He would hand out food until it was gone... and only then would he eat. If none remained... he would go hungry that night as well. If one person left cold, without a blanket to warm them, his would be given and it would be him who shivered in the night.

David was a kind man, not the sort of Revolutionary you'd expect... but one who believed in the need for freedom just the same. Perhaps some day he might change a few minds because the only way to deal with an unfree society is to become so absolutely free that your very existance is an act of rebellion
*Seraphel
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Posted by *Seraphel »


One evening during his round of donations to the Hivers, David would notice a stranger watching him from the alleyway of the Hive. The figure was dressed in black, their face concealed by a hood and mask. If the man set eyes on the figure, the figure would only nod and vanish.

His cup as empty as his stomach after a long day, David would notice the stranger yet again watching him on his way home, only to disappear once more without a word. This may have been a dangerous thing to witness in the Hive, perhaps some berk scoping out his next victim, but there was almost something reassuring about the figure watching him, as if they meant him no harm.

Then the night came where David woke to the sound of metallic ringing in his quaint home. Should he investigate the sound, he found that the curtains of his window had been opened and his donation cup sat on the windowsill next to a loaf of bread. There were two things inside of the cup. One was a note.

wrote:You are not alone
The second was a platinum cog.[/i]
*Darkrob
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Posted by *Darkrob »


David would be wary at first but like his general attitudeÂ… no fear would be shown. Once he came to realize the figure meant him no harm, he would ease slightly and return to his current task. He would continue to be busy from time of wakening of time of sleep.

Although completely worn out at the end of the day, and still hungry as well, he would awaken to the slightest noise in his hovel and notice the donation and note right away. The coin would be hidden away until morning and the cup returned to his haversack. A smile would cross his lips as he returned to his old cot and he would drift off to sleep with the sound of the rain hitting the roof and the drips from the various leaks in the ceiling. The next day he would be up before first light and off to exchange the coinÂ… then off to various parts of the city to make his rounds for donations once again.

*Selebius
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Posted by *Selebius »


A ragged Halfling, looking almost like a boy brings a letter to David.

It is an unassuming envelope but inside david will find a license that legilizes his business- the collecting of alms, the feeding of the poor.
Reading through it he realizes that if he accepts this offer it will mean he cannot display his faction badge- as doing so will immediately revoke said permission.

Together with the license there arrives a note:
wrote: This is an opportunity to do great good, to help those in need. Please make it count.
*Darkrob
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Posted by *Darkrob »


David calls Anna over and hands her the letter. She reads it to him, with him slightly nodding in understanding. He then took the envelope back and after putting the permits back in, handed them back to the Halfling. Placing a silver piece in the Halflings hand he speaks calmly yet warmly.

"Please give this back to whomever sent you here with it. Thank them for the offer but tell them I decline. I don't require permission to do Ilmaters work and will continue to do so long as it is required."

He turns back, smiles warmly to Anna, and goes back to the stew-pot to feed a few more people. She rolls her eyes slightly and sighs. A slight shrug to the Halfling and a shake of her head in defeated silence, and she returns to work herself.
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