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The Gilded Cage - Slaves in need

The Gilded Cage - Slaves in need

The land of Amesha has been changing for many years and the arrival of new faith has changed it for the better. Save for the house of Raven Home, wherein a strong tradition still holds true after all these generations.

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Introduction

~Welcome to the Land of Amesha~


-Amesha-

The land of Amesha has been slow and calm to grow for the past six centuries, only changing its government once in the very beginning of its new age. Replacing its once royal family with the altruistic and guided hand of a conclave, formed from the most powerful families who can call to act on any notion they see fit. The age of industry has been slow to grip the whole country, but Amesha has taken to such a change well and is more equipped with sea faring vessels then any other on the eastern shore. Amesha itself sits near the edge of a peninsula, sharing the edge of each of its three provinces with a formation known historically as The Kings Blade. A massive natural stone formation that shunts out into the side of the sea.
Each province that sits within Amesha's borders are Halden, Far Crown and Dire Ridge. Each boasting several small towns and in the case of Far Crown a large city that surrounds the shore lined fort upon which it was built. Far Crown is the lowest sitting of the provinces within Amesha and is by far the most wealthy, being the seat of its government and focus of its entire trade organization.

Magics end-
Though magic still exist within the world and has since recorded history. It has begun to meet opposition from the populace at large. From either those that see it as a past form or trickery, or those that have secretly been wishing for its removal over the generations. No matter the reason, its practice has begun to dwindle and there are those that believe this age of industry is the final note in age of magics long song.

-Raven Home-

The home and center point of our current story, Raven Home is the main attraction of the Kings blade. A grand building of stone and metal that sits on the very tip of the blade itself, looking out into the sea. Though above the ground only nine floors can be seen, from there on down the structure descends another seventy floors, going past even the oceans water level. Not many people know what the whole structure looks like, or even how it was built, because it was present even during the time of the first kings and has always done business with the surrounding countries.

The structure itself is ancient and even though its decor changes from age to age, there is not denying that it has sat for centuries. Its walls filled with momentary and permanent tenants alike. All working within the laws of the Raven Homes astute ringmaster Kenner, a man who has not been seen outside its walls for the whole recorded memory of the houses dealings and a man who commands extreme respect from those within and without. It is his influence that keeps Raven Home alive against the current change in Amesha's political power and were that to fail, his walls are guarded by a vast force of personal militia. Ever present and stern against the coming influences of the outside world. Kenner himself does not run the entire body of the house and has placed several individuals in command of certain aspects of the day to day living. Though it is his word that the new intakes hear and it his by his command that they are allowed to be trained within the walls of such a powerful house.


-The Political Arena-

For generations Amesha has been a strange and daunting land, many of the wealthiest people within its boarders have enjoyed a life of opulence and hedonism beyond the reproach of most. Its people were free to practice whatever beliefs they held dear and many were able to pursue whatever lifestyle they sought. As long as the seeking of this life did not directly destroy or interfere with the civil liberties of another citizen, one would never be sought for any kind of retribution.

Though the land had many dealings and vast exports, one was wanted far more throughout the country more so then any other and that was their slaves. The land of Amesha was one of the last to keep its power to control slave trade and even though it is illegal to purchase in many other places, the right to own one is not. Though the years the local government has destroyed the trade of slavery and the training of such servants, however the political power of Raven Home has kept them relatively untouched by outside influences in this generation. People of all creeds and bonds come from leagues around to purchase a slave of their own and now that the government has destroyed all other sources of such treats in the land, Raven Home is that last remaining bastion they all seek.




-Things of Note-

*All slaves will be given a introduction of their own by the GM, not long after their character sheet has been approved of.

*The slaves can be of any gender, race and origin that the player creating wishes to choose. Though a warning is to be placed, extremely exotic races can possibly entail special treatment and accommodations. Lamia's for instance require a large amount of food to keep themselves active and are cold blooded, so they must have heated aspects in their accommodations. This is not to dissuade a player from choosing such a race, but just to make sure you know what kind of reaction the slave will receive when it comes to Raven Home.

*There are multiple NPC's within Raven Home, many of which that will not be met or heard of until the story get fully underway. Their inclusions may be short at one moment, or extremely taxing at the other, but you will all come to know them well.

*Upon entering Raven Home, slaves will be inspected and sent on their way by Kenner. This will double as their introduction and as the time their fate will be chosen. Their fate will be normally up to the player creating them, who has the choice of listing the desired color of the slaves ribbon. This color determines their training and the kind of role they will be given within the halls of Raven Home.

Ribbon Guide

The Ribbons worn by all slaves within Raven Home are for two reasons. First it is a reminder to the slave themselves that they are bound and cannot fight against this bond. The Ribbon is applied by Kenner himself and lightly bonds with the flesh of the slave, even allowing him to restrain them if need be. Secondly it is used to identify what they wearer is meant to be doing, making sure that those inside Raven Home give them the training they require.

-Blue- Slaves bearing this ribbon are not meant for the harshest of lives, they are to be trained in the fashion of etiquette and court structure. Many such slaves are bought by dignitaries and ambassadors, even going so far as to fill such functions themselves. Those that acquire this ribbon must be of good breeding and possess a social nature, as well as having some skill or knowledge of higher society.

-Green- Green is given to the slaves who are trained for physical revival, those that heal and treat their masters ill wounds, or to simply ease their troubles. This is the second most personal path of a slave and though like all others, they could still be called upon to relieve other physical needs. They can become some of the best personal physicians and caretakers possible. Many begin with some knowledge of the body and are one of the most emphatic of many other slaves.

-White- White is the most common among many slave that are trained in the service of a house more so then a single master. These usually are donned the term of maid or caretaker and are trained in all manners needed to serve their master dutifully. Many that take this ribbon were maids before being sold or captured into the trade and are best suited for returning there. Raven Home itself contains several hundred such individuals and they all work in unison to ensure everything is in its place.

-Orange- Orange is the mark of an Artist and creator, those that bare this ribbon are the most inventive and inspired in any group. Being trained across the whole to either master the brush or instrument in an effort to fill that singular need for entertainment in their masters lives. Those that take this ribbon are highly attentive and can notice slight details in all things. However this also translates into a fervor for their own emotions as many artist thrive off of such burning needs within themselves.

-Pink- In the past, Pink was the most common form of slave especially among all houses. They are trained with the most essential means of "tending" to their masters needs. These are the most personal form of slave that someone can possibly own and the training with witch they are given is nothing short of conditioned. Though because of such a personal nature that their lives take in the hands of a master, many of these slaves are given rigorous mental conditioning, making them wholly dependent on their master and loyal to a fault.

-Red- One of the hardest to control and contain, those bearing a red ribbon are ones found with an intense inner fire and some of the most unwilling to be controlled. It is these who are sent into a life of pain and destruction, as many masters have found that prize fighting certain slaves is a rather lucrative method to making money. There are those places in Amesha were such arenas can be found, however Raven Home possesses its own coliseum to host such events. Though this path is most looked down upon by many of the houses inhabitants, even by Kenner himself. Though even the most powerful must bend to the will and demands of their own clientele.

-Black- Even before the shrinking of the slave industry, there were many who would not deal in such trades. Those of the most exotic breeds and powerful monsters are known to exist within this classification of slave. They tend to be physically powerful, or highly intelligent and destructive. Coming from lands far from mortal eyes or even coming from other planes of existence. There is talk that the head Warden within Raven Home, Kenner's second, is actually one such creature and in fact was once his own slave.

Characters are encouraged to interact with one another and even attempt to explore Raven Home in its entirety.

Rules

-No god Mod, or meta gaming. I.e Using information at your disposal that your character would otherwise not know.
-Two characters max per player and they can be of any race, gender, orientation that you desire. However the more exotic races will be met with some drawbacks, just a fair warning.
-Anything starts to happen that breaks RPGs rules, we will fade to black, or take it to PMs.
-Any arguments get started, they should be handled swiftly in the OOC or in PM. We all come here for fun, so there is no reason to stir the pot.

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A hand laid on her shoulder. Selakir sat very still. Her master gave his permission to eat though his phrasing was strange. It was not cruel to keep a slave from a meal. It was about the master's desires.

"Thank you master." Her voice was soft. She gave a slight bow of her head to him in thanks to accompany her words before delicate picking at her food.

It was incredibly tasty but her body was so empty that even the small bites felt heavy. Selakir was slow to eat, pausing often to allow her body to adjust once more to the solid and nutritious food. It was different than she was used to. Her previous master was very much a lover of fatty, roasted meats and heavy drink. The juicy pieces of fruit were so perfect that Selakir closed her eyes to focus on just the feeling of the sweet juice dancing over her tongue as she chewed and swallowed.

She opened her eyes once more as her master spoke of a room for her. She watched the woman, Peach as she began to gesture emotionally. Selakir found herself realizing that perhaps the woman could not speak.

"Whatever master feels is best." The question of her opinion puzzled her. Why he was concerned with that confused Selakir. She did her best to make it clear that she in no way would be a troublesome slave. She had seen them, the new arrivals who would fight and push against master's desires. It never ended well and Selakir could not understand why they did that.

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The smells of ink, blood and magic were written in the very stones where she presumed Purna to spend her time, with other tattoo artists. And somewhere near, she was sure she smelled paint. This really was the hall of artists, wasn't it?

Akhira tried really hard not to smile. Humans had never really fascinated her but the humans and beings here in the castle were really something else. She had to applaud Kenner for the caliber of his collection.

Although, in the end, they were still humans.

From the moment she heard the music ring loud enough for Alexander to notice, she saw him change. The sound of his breath and heart quickened and his pupils looked like they had widened. His poor excuse senses were trying their best to catch everything while hers weren't even trying. Ah, so the music is his Love.

And it was this change in him that she knew for certain. He saw nothing else but his Music.

She let out a sigh, ignoring the way Purna spruced her up. As if a dragon needed to be spruced up just for the meeting of lower beings. She was already beautiful enough. "The teachers are somewhat particular about anyone new they meet and to be honest, they can be a bit harsh. Also, don't let their appearance fool you, as the bother is far more agreeable than the sister."

"Is my harp in there? Did they bring it here or to my room? I would like to see her."

Akhira wanted to laugh, but she contained herself and something dark twisted her insides. Her reptilian eyes sharpened, humans really are all the same. She tapped Purna on the arm gently, and with a look that suggested she was taking her leave from them, looked down the hallway and began to walk away.

Maybe there were others to bother. Maybe she could go back to the library and speak with Peach or... There wasn't any maybe, she was going to go back to the balcony area Kenner had showed her earlier. Yes, where she could feel the wind and air. Flight was her Love.

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Babble

Philippe looked over Babble as he stared back at her. It wasn't entirely possibly that she could supply something for him to eat and when an idea hit her, she pulled a small pad, scribbling quickly. Babble could see that she was murmuring the words as she wrote them, letting the information flow as easily as one would breath.

She looked over the top of her notes and asked him as she continued to write. "We are going to try a few things, hopefully one of them will work for you. Several of them will be up in about an hour.." She quickly tears the page out and hands it off to the nurse across his bed, who barely glances at the page and trots off down the hall, while she returned to examining Babble.

She lifted his right arm and began to inspect where the bandaging began, asking him questions as she scanned across his forearm. "Can you still feel anything here, or..." Babble saw her eyes stop where his armed ended and even though bandaging had been applied, it was apparent that she was staring at something. She leaned over his body and examined his other arm in the exact same way. Her eyes focusing on the very end where his wound was and it was obvious that she was drawing a conclusion, even with how strange her face appeared to him.

Her touch was strange to him as well, like her fingers were damp and each point of contact reminded him of the days where pain was applied through magical means. Not the pain, not the sensation, but the contact itself was still there. Like a strange phantom that he was vaguely aware of as it traced over his flesh. She looked over one last time before placing his arm down and drew back up to stand. "Who took your hands Babble?" She asked bluntly.



Selakir

Kenner smiled over and nodded across the room in regards to Peach's anticipation. The maid practically bounced with happiness as she leapt from the room, hurrying down the hall towards her destination. Kenner and Alia both shared a softly toned chuckle between one another. He pulled another chair from the side of the table closer towards Selakir and took a seat beside her. "Another few days of this and maybe she will have all of this excitement out of her system." He added with a slight sigh.

"Not very likely..." Was what Alia responded with as Kenner fished a strawberry from the plate in front of Selakir and kept his eye cast towards her as she ate. He with the edge of the fruit sitting firmly in his teeth as he looked her over. He lifted up his other hand on the table and revealed an item that was in his grasp. It was a silken, pink ribbon. Twirling the two ends of it together with his fingers as he leaned against the edge of the table and looked onto Selakir, as she enjoyed her meal.

He looked on and as her eyes caught his out of the edge of her vision, she could see that he was content to just sit there and watch her do exactly as she was doing. Though the silence did not last long in general, Kenner decided to ask a rather straightforward question of her.

"Besides serving your master, what is it that makes you happy Selakir? He sat down the last of the strawberry in his hand and began to hold the ribbon more predominately in front of her. "Because this family can offer as such." Alia leans forward and adds "You can go far in this house, even at your age you are still young and very beautiful. You can go places and do things that not many of us really had a chance to ever do..." She went quiet for a moment after that. Her head fixed as she looked down onto her hand in silence. Aside from a dejected sigh, there was nothing else that could catch Selakir's hearing when it concerned this woman across from her.

Kenner reached across and placed his hand on hers, visually puller her back from whatever place her mind was currently in.

"Everyone has a place here Selakir, so long as you wish to take it."

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Purna was finishing, picking a few stray stands of hair off of Alexander's shoulder. She looked over to Akhira as she received a tap on the shoulder. "If you're going to leave, than I suggest you refrain from whatever you did before." She returned her eyes back to Alexander as she pulled off the last hair she could see. Giving him a wink as she did "Your instrument will be fine, as we do so much appreciate the arts here and treating it poorly would only reflect upon us as a whole." She reached down and took his hand, stopping the rapping that his fingers were going through in that instant. Somewhat interrupting his line of thought in that instant.

She began to tug as she gave a nod to Akhira. "If you really want to leave, then I suggest..."
The room went cold, fast and even the words lightly froze in the air as she began to speak them. Though her expression did not change, in fact. It was apparent that she was well used to such a sensation and it was then that the group felt it.

An oppressive shadow cast over them, quickly passing from one side of the hall and ebbing behind them as it moved. Causing the lamps on the walls to flicker and wane on their mounts. Purna slowly closed her eyes and lightly adjusted her stance and the oppressive feeling passed behind them after the shadow had gone.

Akhira could feel her scales tilting up on their end, a defense mechanism that she had been born with and one that had served her very well in the past. Almost like her body was screaming of immanent danger. The flesh between her knuckles tingled, her hair began to follow suit to her scales and even her body was now tugging at the bonding of her ribbon. As small patches of ice began to form along the surface of the fabric.

Purna looked over Alexander's shoulder and smiled a calm smile as she spoke. "Masha, I thought class was already going." Alexander and Akhira could both see a slight pang of panic in eyes and Akhira herself could make out the telltale skip in her pulse. As they turned, the only thing there to greet them was the figure of a young boy. Barely up to Akhira in height and even then his nose only reached to the nape of her neck. The formal wear of his vest and slacks, mixed with the short cut hair that sprayed out in several directions were off putting, more so was it's pale blond coloration. Almost like that of Kenner's yet more dull and flat in appearance. His features were soft for a young boys, full cheeks and soft round eyes with just a hint of an androgynous trappings.

His eyes on the other hand cut, almost to the bone with how strong the stare he was giving the small group. They were deep and dark, a look that Akhira off the start could tell was giving away his age to not be that of a child. Almost like the look she would receive from the older dragons she ran across. A deep ocean filled by the experience of a vast lifetime and it was obvious now that he, like kenner himself. Was something else entirely.

A smile bridged across his face as he looked back at Purna and glanced between the other two. "I was hoping to see this new student that was scheduled to arrive. After seeing such a finely cared for piece enter my music hall, I was interested in meeting someone who could care for it so delicately." Like his eyes, his voice was betraying the appearance he wore.

It was calm and assured, with eloquent connotations as he spoke, much like that of a noble addressing a small court. Yet he spoke just as softly as his small stature might suggest.

"Alexander, I presume." He gave a sharp nod with that statement. Not even stopping to question the target of his attention. Greeting Alexander as he did and then sliding his eyes over to Akhira, his smile returning. "I thought you would still be asleep in your little scholastic mound of books.. Akhira, I take it?

Chlorra wasn't too forthcoming with your name earlier."
He added with a soft chuckle.

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Selakir paused in her eating to watch as the woman bounded from the room. She could not understand why the woman, Peach was so happy and excited but it was pleasant enough to witness. Her attention returned to her master. In his hand was now a pink ribbon.

His question confused her. Selakir stared at him a moment. "I do not understand. Was I not brought here to serve you? Do I displease you?"

Perhaps it was a test of her loyalty and devotion to him. She sat, hands in her lap now and bowed her head. "I wish for nothing but to serve my master. Nothing makes me happier and if my master is happy than I have all I could need. My place is as his servant."

Her voice was soft but firm. If this was a test she wanted to show that although this place and people were new and strange she would do what was expected of her. She would serve and cater to his every whim, every desire. It was who she was and what she was raised to do. Selakir knew she could be and do anything he wanted if he would just give her the chance. She stifled the panic that wanted to build.

If he rejected her she did not know what would become of her.

Selakir lifted her head. Her eyes did not meet his, to do so would be to challenge his position as master. It was something she would not do.

"I wish to serve you. I wish to remain here and to show you that I can be a good servant. Allow me to serve you, master, in all things."

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Alexander frowned heavily as Purna took his hand, interrupting his music. He pulled his hand from hers, his annoyance clear in the somewhat abrupt manner of the action. He didn't like to be touched when he was composing. He didn't like when people told him how to act or forced him to behave in certain ways.

The change in temperature and flickering of the lights shifted the conversation and feel of the hallway. At first Alexander wasn't entirely sure who Purna was talking to as she looked over his shoulder but he turned slowly. He didn't catch the panic in Purna's eyes. Alexander was often oblivious to that sort of deep social reaction.

A young man, no a boy stood there. He was dressed formally. Alexander didn't really think much other than the idea that another person had joined them in the hall. His immediate thought was 'is this person a musician too?' then he turned his mind back to music. A dark, almost scary composition came to mind as took in the moment.

Again, Alexander was not fully paying attention but he heard his name and pulled himself from his thoughts to look at the boy in front of him. "Yes, I am Alexander. I came here to compose, to practice...I am told Master Kenner is a lover of the arts."

The formalities done, the boy's attention now on Akhira, Alexander looked to Purna. "May we go and see my instrument? Will there be time to practice soon?"

He had priorities, unwritten songs trapped in his head and he felt the need to get them all down on paper. Akhira's song, the dark song the hallway brought to him...it felt like they might burst from him if he did not get the chance to write them down soon. Alexander hated that feeling. He would not sleep until it was all down and he had the chance to play them.

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Selakir & Alexander

Kenner smirked back at what she said, the expression playing across his face that he was evidently enjoying the conversation. As he reached down and took hold of her right arm with a gentle touch, his other hand brought the ribbon up to meet it and laid the band across the top of her upper arm. "In time Selakir, you may understand my question more so than you do now, but that doesn't matter for the time being. For now I want you to get used to your new home and become more acquainted with those you'll be living with from now on." He released the ribbon at that point and the fabric moved with new life. Pulling itself along the side of her skin and tugging tight as it completely wrapped around her arm in one full band. Even as it finished wrapping around she could see no seam it is fabric, having now turned into one singular piece that alone encircled her arm.

Alia game a soft clapping from her gloved hands across the table, espousing a small wave of glee as she spoke.
"Welcome to the family Selakir." Kenner released her arm as she could feel the ribbon begin to grow warm on her skin, thumping with a low heat as if resonating with the beat of her heart and then nothing.. it had lost its warmth and the feeling of such a pulse. Just as quickly as she had noticed it starting to begin. "This ribbon will signify what place among the house you represent. From now on this is your claim into our home and will easily let you recognize those others among the house that share your place."




Purna nodded to Alexander before looking back passed him towards Masha. His question still hung there in the air as the boy looked back at her and gave his own nod of approval in response.

She pulled on the edge of his sleeve as she coaxed him in, leading him around the edge of the room.
Through the open door Alexander could see that the room was much larger once through the door. There were chairs placed around the room in the form of a circle with only a few of the seats being filled. Most of the people there were tuning their instruments, or talking among one another. Several of which were some that he had never seen before, or only read about at one time. Even some of the people in attendance weren't normal to his eyes. As they both passed by he could see strange skin tones and oddly colored eyes. Some giving the two of them a distant wave, or some other form of greeting as they moved through. It was obvious that this was more of a response for Purna than it was for him, but it was a nice happenstance all the same.

As they rounded a corner and moved down a short hallway, passed several private rooms and through one last door, they arrived in a large room. Three windows through which he could see the outside world, their view extending over the edge of the peninsula and encapsulating most of the wilderness prior to it. He could see that many instruments were kept here in their own little space along with his harp. Which had been set not far from the window, yet remained in a small shaded spot thanks to several pulled blinds. There were two other maids in the room, cleaning and moving instruments around as they worked. Alexander could see that their attire was not too far detached from that of the other maids in the house, but they did possess several articles that differed from the rest. Jacked tails instead of a long hemmed skirt and long sleeves with cuffs, as well as small embellishments.

Aside from his harp, there sat a small stool nearby with a pack of some sort sitting on it and an envelope with his name sat next to it.

Purna nudged him on the shoulder as she pointed. "Well, there she is.. go ahead and get reacquainted." She added with a smirk.

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Babble

Ooo. Oh Dear. Oh dear indeed.

Each touch brought a shiver. The tool of bone, sinew, blood and more drew up his flesh. Her touch was strange, magic no doubt. He was never comfortable with being touched. He never expected to be comfortable. It was an easy expectation to meet.

Then she created the question. The which formed the patterns that could be interpreted as a inquiry. She wanted to know who took his arm. No, that was not information to be parted with. It was taken and that should be left alone. It was safer that way.

"He- Him- It- We cannot say who. The old master made us swear. He was clear, no doubt about it.
Actions spoke louder, louder, loudest."

It was the voice of an old man that spoke, the cords withered and dry. Not his own, never his own. Babble the voice spoke, Babble the fool simply thought. His face spoke greater volumes than his voice did right now anyhow. He was clearly terrified. Not much scared ole' Babble but the very figure that was responsible for everything until now definitely put a great deal of fear in him.

At least as he was learning from his time in the new manor there were still new ways to suffer. Punishment was surely less terrifying the more experienced he grew with such things.

It's easy to be fearless when you have nothing to lose. Sadly for Babble there are still a few things left to rob him of. It. Them.

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Akhira shivered slightly in anticipation of what, she didn't know. "I thought you would still be asleep in your little scholastic mound of books.. Akhira, I take it?

Chlorra wasn't too forthcoming with your name earlier." He added with a soft chuckle.


Akhira narrowed her eyes in irritation of having her name game ruined. But.... she looked Alexander over. Hmmm? Maybe he hadn't noticed her true name being spoken since he was distracted with finding his instrument. What a distracted little bird. It would be so easy to crush him.

Ah, he didn't noticed at all.

Akhira looked to Masha and nodded, "Please refer to me as Light today and it was nice to meet you." Her blue eyes were suddenly drawn to the leaving Purna and Alexander. She choked down the urge to follow and see what was around the corner, instead she looked back to Masha. "I'll take my leave here.

Akhira turned around, walking back in the direction they had come from earlier. Curiously though, she found herself back at the door that smelt of ink and blood. Had it been opened earlier or had it been closed?

Either way, it was closed now.

And she still had time, right? The guards were probably still on her tail. Oh well, now that Alexander had lost her interest, she need something to occupy her mind before she was captured. Funny how she was a captive running from the guards of her.... What? What would she call Kenner? He was her.... her what? He certainly wasn't her master. But it would be annoying having nothing to label him as beside his name. It was yet another annoying thing for her to think about later.

Right now, she was pushing open the door, trying to peek inside and see what or who was behind it.

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As he spoke in this voice the girl began to scribble notes down on a small pad that she kept in one of the many small pockets that seemed to adorn her outfit. She kept and eye on him and kept writing away with whatever information she could put down, obviously not just writing down what it was he sounded like this time, nor how he spoke.

"So no real help there.. unless we can find someone who knew your old master and is willing to share." She places the pad and pen back into her pocket before leaning back down from her stool. "We will be able to heal your hands in the long run, there is no doubt of that. If not my fathers doing then by someone else's, because I doubt purchasing you in such a condition was intended." She added, rummaging through another pocket as she did.

"Is there anything that I can do to help you while we wait?" Where it not for him laying down in this position, the act of her looking down on him might not feel as it does. Though there was no denying it, that this was somehow reminiscent of his former days of confinement.



Akhira

The small boy looked back at Akhira as she started to walk away and smiled. "Too bad, I was hoping to get to know you a little better... come back when you have the time. My doors are always open.." He let his smile gleam across her back. A sensation she could feel that was mounting on the back of her neck the longer her back was to him. Then it was gone and as a cursory glance revealed, he had left the hall just as quickly as he had arrived.

The door before her cracked open once again as two house members left, swinging wide and revealing two women. They seemed to be in the middle of a long conversation, though the tongue in which they conversed was making it hard to understand. Though from their body language it was easy to see that they were having what amounted to a friendly debate. As they went passed and paying very little attention to the young dragon, she was left to look freely into the next room.

The room was expansive, even compared to the prior class that she had seen. There were chairs and stools strown about with all manor of art supplies sat in much the same variation. Though the layout was haphazard and not very well organized by any measure of the word. The people had managed to arrange several of the chairs and supplies into their own concentric circles. Though Akhira could also see that this had made several of the small groups somewhat segregated. It was easy to see that those of the more human persuasion were cloistered together, while those that didn't share the same definitions were left to their own groups all the same.

The doorway itself was like a portal, separating such an unruly section of the house from such an organized world. It was almost like the two of these worlds shouldn't be able to exist within such close proximity to one another.

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She did not move as he took her arm. Her head tilted slightly, inquisitively as the band was laid on her skin. Selakir's eyes met Kenner's just briefly. She was trying to understand his question. She thought she had answered well but perhaps she had not. She wanted to do nothing more than serve him. He seemed to imply she should want to do more.

What more could there be? What else could he possibly mean?

Selakir mulled the questions in her head over as the ribbon moved on its own accord. It tightened and formed a complete circle around her arm. She briefly inspected it. She had seen many wondrous things in her life. This was simply another. It was a pleasing colour on her pale skin.

Her eyes were soft as she looked up. A brief nod of thanks was given to both Kenner and Alia. "It pleases me to have a home and master once more."

Her gaze fell once more to the ribbon as it warmed. A marker. a sign of station. Selakir felt a sense of ease fall about her. She understood roles, stations within a house and now she understood.

"Are there rules I need to know? Places I should not venture? Does master have any particular desires? I wish to settle into my role."

Her voice was soft but there was a quiet confidence there. This was what she knew. Serve. To yield to the master's desires and to know her place. This was now no longer strange. The place was but the tasks were the same. A servant served their master no matter what the walls around them looked like or the other company kept.

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Alexander let Purna lead him. It didn't matter where she was taking him as long as his harp waited.

The sound of music, in tuning, in practice filled his ears and it made his heart hum. He felt settled in that moment surrounded by others like him. Well, not exactly like him. All manner of people and instruments filled the room but Alexander didn't care. He was someplace comfortable. He was in his element and soon...

His hands flexed as if anticipating the feel of the wood and gut strings in them.

Alexander didn't have to be told twice. He rushed forward, knocking the stool slightly as he grabbed another seat to pull up to the harp. He ignored the pack, the note and the rest of the room. His eyes closed as he leaned against the wood and murmured to the instrument. His fingers lightly grazed the strings. With his eyes still closed, Alexander began to feel along every inch of the harp. He needed to know she was whole, that she was sound.

Only once he was sure the wood was as it should be did he tentatively pluck at the strings. The sea air would have caused it to come out of tune as would moving it. With practiced precision and trained ear Alexander plucked a string and with a tool that seemed to appear from some hidden pocket, began to tune the instrument.

Once that was done he sighed almost erotically. Now he began to play. A warm up of a light song, one that spoke it seemed of travel that then changed into something a bit more intricate, like the start of a dance. From there it flowed seamlessly into a song that sounded like the sensuous call of a siren to sailors.

The whole time Alexander was focused on the music and not the room. He did not care where he was or who was there now that it was once more in his hands and the music could be unleashed.

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Words of healing, words of purchase. Words, words, words! She certainly spoke a few many.

He highly doubted she would find anyone with knowledge of that variety. His old master worked in secret and left a scarce few alive to speak of such matters. If he had any friends they certainly weren't on this side of the veil.

She asked if there was anything she could do to help him? A soft chorus of chuckles were sprinkled throughout the air around her.

"Help him? Oh I think he's just a little bit beyond help. We are Babble after all." A disconnected voice answered to her right. All the while the Babble wrought of flesh and bone simply laid there, listening but otherwise inactive. While being tied down to a table was nothing new for him he certainly was never afforded anything like bedding or even a mattress for that matter. The slab was all the comfort a wretch like him could ever warrant.

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Kenner smiled back at her as she asked this small bevy of questions. He released her arm and stood back up before he began to explain on what she asked. "The rules are rather straight forward, no harming another house member, outside of certain situations at least. No stealing from another house member and when asked to help by a guard, you are to comply to the best of your ability." He grabs a small chocolate roll from the plate in front of his and slightly bites on the edge of it, giving a slight murmur of approval as he did.

"Relationships are fine so long as they do not interfere with your daily activities."
"You are also permitted to move about the upper floors, though if you wish to go above this floor you will need a guard to escort you. The same goes for all the floors below ground level, though the guards escort is for more your own protection. Many of the rules that apply up here are not wholly held true down below."
Alia leans forward with a slight chuckle. "Yes, in case you like to visit the arena, then I suggest you just stay up here with the rest of us."

"Formal functions are much of the same. Tend to any duties that you are given, which can be anything from entertaining the guest, or even just serving them drinks and keeping them fed. Everyone chips in to help when such events come around, so it's really nothing new." Alia chimes in again as he finishes. "A note will be on the inside of your door every morning, that will detail your duties for the day, as in where you shall go and who you shall meet. Other than that, you are free to do as you like and to go see whomever you wish."

Alexander
The sound of the harp echoed out through the room as he played. Alexander could tell that these rooms were built with the idea of harmonizing sound in mind and that despite being full of unused instruments. This room might at one time have double as a small auditorium of sorts. Purna had already left by the time he managed to play the tenth note. Keeping a small smirk on her face all the while as she walked. There was a body there now however, after finding a seat. This person had began to watch him play, each pluck of the strings and each time he shifted the grip of his body against the instrument.

He could not see them in his view, but he could smell them. A pungent odor, like that of a wild yam wafting in from over his right shoulder. They watched as he continued, not wanting to disturb him as he did so.

Babble
As the girl looked down at Babble and continued to write, she kept her mind about her. Babble could tell that she was used to even strange guest and his actions did not bother in the least. Though she didn't know if he was doing so for any kind of purchase or not, only asking as such in her notes.

As she finished writing a nurse came walking through the far door and towards them. In her hands was a trey, more akin to silver platter, but on it sat three small jars. That she lightly sat on the side of the bed while Philippe thanked her and then ushered her off. Even laying there Babble could hear a small noise, almost like a solemn song coming from the direction of the jars. As they sat on the corner of the bed he could look down and see that the small jars contained a myriad of what appeared to be fluids. One being a dark and viscos ichor like substance, sloshing lightly as the tray was sat down. The second being sapphire colored gel that sat at the bottom of the container. Despite sitting still, the gel roiled in place, like a small storm bubbled under its depths. The last one, being the same that Babble could hear emitting the lite singing tone. Had a clear liquid with several small stones sitting at the bottom.

It sounded like the ocean, or what he could only guess was the ocean. Like two sea bound entities singing back to one another in a slight chorus.

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Akhira was amazed with the disorder in this world of colorful messes that somehow drew her eye.

Painters of the human variety sat cloistered together while it looked their non-human counterparts were in their own area. Of course, the non-human ones drew her attention more so than the bland humans. Though she didn't stop to talk to them, she moved continuously from group to group. Noticing how the painters differed from the sculptors, and so on and so on. She took in all the details, all the smells. It truly was a new world for her, having been deprived of such passionate artistry.

She was wondering where those who wrote ink onto skin were when she heard it faintly.

If she weren't a dragon with her heightened senses, she certainly wouldn't have heard it. But she being a dragon, and having forgotten to have closed the doors behind her, she heard it.

She closed her eyes and focused on her hearing. In her mind, she imagined it to be the twinkling and plucking of stars reflected in water. It was more like a mirage, strangely enough. And she was sure, like a mirage, whatever these sounds were, they could not be captured.

She opened her eyes, and continued her search for the tattoo artists.

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