Snippet #2697344

Nadiya & Akhira
Anton drops his hands for a moment as Akhira shirks the entire conversation and pulls the covers over her head, slightly laughing as the site reminded him of the years when his daughter was a much younger child. He kept his eyes fixed on the large lump in the middle of the bed as he began to speak. "Listen I know that you don't like being here or simply the fact that you are here in the first place. You think you're the first rebellious soul to pass through that door?" He sits back on the edge of the bed and begins to prod her foot with the tip of his finger, as if to exemplify getting her attention. "How about this... you eat the meal that our cook most generously made for you and I will neglect to mention you're little outburst to the master, and to that extent Chlorra." He waits for a few moments before getting up and looking at Nadiya with a knowing smirk.

"Every once in a while we see those that would rather starve than eat. So if she still refuses I am going to summon an attendant who can feed her. Though the experience can be somewhat tense for others, I am certain that I can find someone to do it as gently as possible." He takes a moment to snatch the covers off of Akhira, slipping the thin fabric from between her fingers that did attempt to hold tight. "Understand.. You eat in the next few minutes or I find someone who can make you." He gives Nadiya a gesture with his hands, implying that she should wait there with Akhira. Though if this was a way to make sure that the young dragon ate was still up in the air for discussion. They could both hear him call out as he walked off deeper into the back of the infirmary. "I will not have a patient failing their treatment while I am in charge here."

Nadiya was left by herself, or so she thought until she took a moment to look slightly off her left shoulder. There was a tall woman clad in black medical smocks, somewhat a mockingly set piece of a nun mixed with a nurse. Her entire form covered with dark stitching and white gloves, even her face was covered with a thick veil that extended from the bottom of her cap. Akhira could recognize this as one of the attendants that helped subdue her earlier. Though her dress, and physical form were so generalized that it was difficult to tell them all apart, if that was at all possible. Nadiya could see from where they were that there were in fact four more of the nurses in the immediate area. It seemed that they filled a specific purpose in the infirmary, helping out with patients that posed a physical threat.

Babble
The young girl looks at Babble with a strange form of surprise on her face, that and the inquisitive nature of her stare shifts as she turns her stare back to Chlorra. "He is a strange one isn't he? Does he at least have his own voice, because I can picture that getting rather annoying." Chlorra chuckles under her voice for a moment, even going so far as to cover the lips on her mask with her hand. Like she was skewing a laugh while in high court, and was actually trying to stifle it thoroughly.

"That was one of the reasons I had to restrict his strength, though I could reverse the hold on his power. Misha looks at the ribbon on his arm and smiles for a moment before a thought crosses over her face. "How about we take him to see Agnus, and you let me see what he can really do?" Chlorra stands there for a moment as if cooking the thought over in her mind as she lets her head sway slightly in her stance, and eventually nods with a quick answer. "Alight then."

The little girl starts off ahead of the two as Chlorra gives the group a quick gesture to stay their spots and moves off with Babble in tow. Leading him through the group of players in the middle of their final instrument corrections and Babble is quick to notice that the girl had very quickly made off with her own presence, to a point that he could not easily track. They made the way into the back of the large round around two corners and through a curtain, only for the two of them to come upon an elevated doorway that recognized as what one could call a vault door. Heavily riveted, and strapped with metal plates on each side as to keep the door from buckling from some kind of pressure. The girl pokes her head out and beckons them in as the two climb the short flight of stairs up to the door and enter. Only to have Misha pull the large door closed behind them, easily swinging it shut despite her small form. "Alright.." She said as she clapped the dust from her hands and stopped as she stepped on the side of the two. Chlorra nodded and leaned herself towards Babble, closing in as she placed her hand on the ribbon adorning his arm. Running her fingers over the surface of its fabric, going opposite the direction she went before and like a person stuck in the dark setting their face against the sun. Babble found his true sight returned, the very sensation was quick and abrupt. But he did managed to adjust nearly as quickly as the feeling returned to him in that moment.

The room was becoming fuller to him than before and everything was returning almost more vividly than before. The woman beside him was all the same as before, nearly a dead void of silence under the dress and mask. If it were not for the fact that she possessed an outer shell, one could argue that she would register against Babbles senses at all. The young child Misha standing next to his left was nearly bouncing in her shoes with giddiness, allowing Babble to see the fact of why she was so powerful. Her whole body gave off the noise of corded muscle as it writhed under her taut flesh, save for an immensely slow heart beat that could go forgotten if he did not pay attention.

With the return of his senses Babble could tell now that he was in one of the rooms of the house that failed to register to him in the beginning. It seemed the outer shell of the room was composed of some foreign metal that nearly devoured all vibrations set against it and even the inner sections of the door were comprised of this alloy.

Deeper in the room he could now see where the vibrant sounds from before were originating, someone was playing a slow tune on some kind of instrument near the center of this room. Though strangely the person was obscured from his sight as they played, a normal phenomenon that he had encountered earlier in life, though rare as it was.