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Alexander Demaires

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a character in “The Gilded Cage - Slaves in need”, as played by SkullsandSlippers

Description

Name:Alexander Demaires
Age: 27
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Height: 5’10
Weight: 170 lbs
Ribbon: orange

Description:
Long, brown, wavy and often messy hair often hides his lean face. Dark brown eyes show a depth of soul that seems odd for someone still in their 20's. It is often spoken that his soul is much older than his appearance. He has excellent posture from playing. His arms are long, lean but show a muscle tone only found in someone who plays the way he does. His fingers are strong.

Overall soft spoken, choosing to let the music speak for him. Shy and reserved. He listens more than he speaks but when he does Alex's voice is soft and warm.

Background: Alexander has always had music in his veins. He can hear it in his head. He sees it in the world. Music was his language before he could even speak.

It was a struggle for him as a child. A piano was often available but what he longed for a strings that he could touch.

A guitar was a poor substitute for a time but at 12 he finally found his true love. It was in a hall, the harp had sat unloved, untouched and a simple decoration for years. He sat and that was all there was. His world became wrapped up in the instrument.

By 15 he had four full pieces completed. Each told a story and moved listeners in ways thought unimaginable. Many spoke in hushed whispers wondering where the boy found the magic that seemed to pour out of his music.

Alexander’s entire life is the harp. His parents passed in an accident. The song he wrote for him drew tears from all but himself. It was if anything he felt, ever simply went into the music and he never had to feel it.

He has long sought a patron, someone to ensure he was well kept so he could focus on music and his instrument.

Alexander's greatest fear is the loss of his harp or the silence of his music.

Reason: He is looking for a patron and if it means being a slave so be it. He just wants someone who will let him play and create music. He isn't entirely sure how he ended up here but if he is allowed to create he won't question it.

So begins...

Alexander Demaires's Story

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Alexander

As the winds battered the sea born craft coming from the southern channels and the sun began to reach lower towards the horizon. The ship chartered by its passengers and manned by its crew, was making its pass into the peninsula of the kings blade and cleared the entrance into the massive body of water.

Alexander had been siting on the second deck of the ship, watching as the land was the land passed off the side of the bow and as the colors of fish darted by with every minute. Having come out from his rather cramped cabin earlier to write a new tune that had caught his fancy. The last hours of the folding twilight had caught his attention and he had been occupied with watching the crew work.

Though ahead of him, he could see the shadowed colossus of his destination coming into view. Is mass shunting out of the side of the cliff wall, stabbing into the sky from his perspective. With a gaping maw at its base that had been half consumed by the ocean and he could just barely see the motion of work, taking place within its hollowed frame.
This trip up the straight had taken a week, but his destined home was on the rise and he could see that several of the crew had been murmuring throughout the morning about making their scheduled stop there. Seeing as that he was set to be there, was possibly the same fact that kept him so relatively unmolested this whole time. Though from talk onboard, he could gather that he was not the only passenger due for a stop here as well.

It was that time when a cabin boy dropped into his view from the upper deck and approached him, holding out a piece of paper. Most likely his receipt for the trips completion. With that the young man suggested it would be a good time to gather his things and prepared to disembark when they made anchor.
With that, he left Alexander. Completely disappearing under the edge of the second deck as he moved on to his next stop.

Selakir
It had been over a week since the young elf had been loaded into her narrow cage. The chains swaying and clacking against the edges of the virtual row of cages aligned of the shits hull. Her eyes having only seen the suns light at small glimpses through the grates of the upper decks grating and the only other person she has seen was the deck hand who fed her. Her temporary home here with several other creatures, stored here like livestock in the wake of a slaughter.

Though, after the first few days even the smell of this place had seemed to disappear. Until the rain brought with it that same smell in turn, sloshing it with the rest of the filth down in this hold.

She could hear the rattle of work pouring into the upper decks, as chains and mooring lines were getting pulled through in preparation for their landing and the anticipation of what was to come was building in her spine. Even the sparse few creatures that inhabited this place with her were acting more lively, as if they too could feel the anticipation building into an ever growing bubble that would eventually burst.

The noise was culminated in with two hands who came down the far end of the hold. One carrying a length of leather cord and the other carrying one as well, save for the metallic prod he kept gripped in the other. Though as she had seen in the past days, this item was not solely meant for one like herself. As she was quickly reminded when he used to prod to keep a large cat like creature at bay from its own cage.

The front of her cage swung wide as the man reached in with a thick, callused hand and drew hard on her arm. Getting her closer, the cord was synched around her neck and she was pulled from the cage with a hard jerk of both holds.
As she was lifted up to her feet, the young of the two men rand his hand across the skin of her back. The relative disrepair of her outfit had almost reduced it to rags. She could already tell that he was suggesting some rather disgusting things, even though his tongue was not one known to her and the older mans response was not a relief. He seemed to object to the act, simply on the basis of her current condition.

The young man took center to her view as the older laughed and he spoke "You.. follow with.. us"
"No.. make.. problem"
The broken speech was that of the lower isles, but vastly damaged by his inability to speak it and from the smell. A few pints of something so heavily fermented, that it could curl the nose on a rock.

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Alexander

He had worried the journey would make him motion sick. He was not used to boats. Carriages, yes but a journey on the water? No. The wind had battered them and as he sat, watching the crew work Alexander had been composing a song inspired by the wind. His fingers moved to music that only played in his head.

Soon he would write it out, play it for real. Soon.

He itched to feel the strings under his finger tips. He felt a longing for the wood on his skin that he could never really explain to another person.

Earlier he had finished another song, this one based on the sound of the water on the hull of the ship. Now it was the wind that spoke to him. Music was everywhere. The desire to create, compose and to play so strong that it pushed out everything else from Alexander’s mind.

He could not wait to arrive. His knew home, his new master and patron. It was all he needed, someone to see to it that he was taken care of in return for his music. His eyes were on the land. It too inspired a desire for a new song but he focused on the wind for that one was not yet done.

There would be time to write numerous stories about the land.

A figure appeared before him though at first Alexander barely noticed. When he was composing it was as if he no longer saw that all his senses retreated away. He needed all his energy to focus on the song. His fingers still moved as the boy approached.

The sound of another’s voice so close was almost grating and terrible to his ears. He had been listening to the song in his mind and the boy had interrupted him.

“Oh, yes..of course…” It was mumbled as Alexander took the paper and retreated once more to his room.

He paused to look at the ink drying on the page. His song of the sea was done and while he wanted to sit and write out this new one there was no time. Alexander packed up everything else he owned though it was very little. A few sparse pieces of clothes that fit in a small trunk along with his music, blank pages and writing utensils. His harp, his beloved was secured below.
The newest composition was rolled, ink now set and Alexander left the room. He stood, waiting to leave the ship, trunk in hands. He wanted to tell them to be careful when they unloaded his beloved but they were busy. He had paid his last coin to ensure she was moved carefully.

His new home rose up before them. Intimidating, stark but Alexander didn’t care. He was already lost in the music in his head once more.
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Selakir

Curled up on her side was the most comfortable position in her little cage. It was hard as she was taller than some of the others in the cages but she managed.

Not that it mattered. A hole felt like it had opened up in her body. She did not know what to do without her master. He had been her whole world for as long as she could really remember. Despite the fact that others spoke so ill of him, Selakir had never found that. Yes, he could be hard or mean if one did not behave properly but that was not his fault.

He was gone though. They were all gone but the others did not matter as much as he did. What would she do without him.
Selakir ached to be told what to do. The loss of order in her life was hard. It was all she had ever known. All she wanted was a new master, a new reason to live. Would this one be like her master?

What would become of her?

That feeling of hopelessness sat heavy in her body. She ate when told, moved when told but it was necessity, not purpose.
Selakir propped herself up as the cage opened. She was pulled forward and she did not resist. The feeling of the hand on her arm reminded her that she was alive. The cord that tightened on her neck reminded her that she would have a new master. Her eyes looked up at the man as he pulled her from the cage.

They moved her like she was a rag doll and Selakir did not fight them. She was malleable, compliant until the hand moved on the skin of her back.

No. He was not allowed to touch her like that. Only her master could do that. Only her master could allow any to touch her in that way. Not him. He did not have permission.

She tried to shrink away from the touch. It was not right, she could be punished and he surely should be.

The older man’s laughter scared her as Selakir didn’t understand what they were saying. She feared now that they were not at the place of her new master. What if they-

She whimpered a little as he told her in staggered speech to follow and not to cause trouble. Selakir nodded, just a little. The man had been drinking and she feared now that he would do the things his touch had suggested.

Tears dripped quietly from her eyes as she followed him.

She wished her master was here to protect her. She wished she knew that these men understood that she was for her master and her master alone. Selakir was shivering as she followed.

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Alexander & Selakir

As the bucking of the waves subsided and the winds began to die with each passing moment the ship pulled into Raven Homes harbor. The enclosed nature of the structure began to dim with light, as less natural sources were available. Were it not for the sun being higher on the horizon, the available light would be more pronounced. For now however, sconces had been lit on the pier to produce more then enough light on their own.

Large gangplanks had been slid across the open water, once mooring lines had been secure. In order to bridge the boat and pier together, which were fast being used to move all manner of items back and forth.

Though people were moving in such a degree, Alexander was the only one to be disembarking it seemed. He was brought lead up toward the neck of the pier and could see that there was a small gather of people ahead. Two armed guards conversing out of earshot and a man that he could only describe as a butler, going by how he was dressed. Though he had in his hands a ledger and thanks to the amount concealment his garb implemented. It was hard to tell more beyond the aspect of this person being a man. White silken cloth had been pulled over both hand and head to conceal their features in a rather drastic measure.

Even the guards were the same in their own way, with masked helmets and gloves to conceal even the color of their skin. Though one was more stylized then the other in the make of their suit. It was this one that noticed and greeted Alexander as he approached.

""Welcome to Raven Home my friend." He looks back at the butler who turns the ledger for him to see, on which Alexander can see was comprised of rather dense writing. Also illegible from even a close inspection, he would could only hazard a guess. The guard returns their gaze and follows "Alexander I presume?
We were expecting you earlier today, though the heavy weather had other intentions it seems."
He added this with a low laugh as the guard began to remove his mask and to Alexander's surprise. The face did not seem to match the voice, as when the helmet slid back it released folds of golden brown hair and a face that he would be hard pressed to say was anything of the typical masculine guard.

"I am Captain Stern of the house guard" He gives a slight motion towards the other guard who nods and then continues on their way. "Just one more and we can begin with getting you both situate..." Stern stops in his words looking past Alexander as a heavily displeased look run across his face.

The reason for this becomes apparent as he sees a women pushed slightly ahead of him, by two of the sailors from the ship. Though he had never seen her before, the state she was in showed that she had been on that ship longer then he had been and it was possible that she was one of the reasons. That he and other passengers at the time, were not allowed below deck.

It was obvious to see that the men had been poking and prodding her all the way up the pier, as to stoke their own amusement and the look on Stern's face could spell his displeasure about the situation.

Babble

As soon as those words left Babbles mouth, he could feel a tightness form around his neck only to be greeted by the knowledge that Chlorra's grip was the cause of this sensation.

"That's enough of that" She kept tightening her grip as her body loomed over him and continued. "Why is it that you continue to do this? Because if memory serves, these voices are not yours to use at your own discretion."

able could feel a churning in his stomach as her hand was firmly wrapped around his neck, like his body was outright revolting against her touch. This coupled with the sensation of his skin crawling at the tips of her fingers was a physical sensation that most others would willingly do without.

"Maybe he is a lost cause?" Misha added, her countenance not taken aback by what was happening.

"He has promise, but if he is incapable of operating within the normal confines of the other house members. Then I think that not even the master could find a real use for him.. such a pity." She added with a slight pout.

Chlorra ran her gaze over Babble, which even now that too had started to make him feel physically uneasy. Though this could have been a sign of her own agitation towards his own actions.

"I think its time a more drastic measure is to be taken.." She says as she runs her other hand over the ribbon on his arm and begins to grip its length with the edges of her fingers. To which the fabric of the ribbon actually begins to move, gliding across his skin and then Babble begins to feel a strange sensation bubble from within himself.

It was hard for him to grasp at first, though as she moved her fingers and held him fast. The feeling began to grow, starting in his chest and emanating out from there.
He began to feel as though he were a lantern and the wick within him was being pulled to a close. With his flame getting ever thinner as she pressed her hand on, turning the ribbon around his arm.

"I think its time you became more acquainted with this mortal coil.
He could feel his reach being limited even more this time, as if all of his power were being pulled inward. A more alien feeling then he could imagined, as if he were becoming something less then what he was.

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Alexander watched as the ship pulled into the harbour. He took a deep breath of the air. His new home. So full of promise and inspiration.

He looked around but like the journey he saw no one that seemed to be a passenger like himself. Everyone was crew and at the moment they were incredibly active. The ship stopped and was moored to the pier. A sense of dread and excitement filled Alexander.

Making his way off the boat he approached group that seemed to be standing by and taking stock of things.

“Greetings. Yes, I am Alexander.” It took a great deal of effort to get his voice to work loud enough to ensure they heard him. He didn’t often just talk. He prefered to speak with his music.

“A pleasure Captain Stern. I did not see another passenger -” He turned to look where Stern’s attention was now focused.

Selakir was shivering, terrified as they led her up and outside. They moved her along the gangplank and towards a group of waiting men.

None looked pleased to see her. Looks of anger, sternness and disgust ranged across their faces. She tried to hide her face, her body from them. Her skin was dirty, hair matted and tangled. Her dress, if it could be called that now was a good wind from falling apart about her feet.

The men who had taken her out of the cage were poking, pushing and silently taunting her as they forced her closer to the men who stood together on the pier.

Some looked like guards. Selakir wondered if they were there to protect or hurt her. Eyes welled with tears. There were other men too but she turned her face away as she walked. Shame washed over her. Without her master she was nothing but dirt it seemed.

Alexander stared as some of the crew were leading, no not leading but pushing and poking a woman towards them. She was clearly a woman, what was left of her dirty dress barely hid her body from them. Her hair hung about her face. Not that it mattered as she did not look at them.

He knew the master here kept others but he never imagined his soon to be patron was cruel as to keep women in such state when they travelled.

Selakir was given a harder push as they got closer to the group and with that she crumpled down to the wood at the captain and Alexander’s feet.

Alexander made a noise of distress as she fell but he was frozen, unable to move to help.

Thin arms pushed the elf woman up as she moved to her knees. Head dropped she knelt before the man with long hair. “Master?”

Her voice was soft.

Alexander looked down in horror at the woman before looking to Captain Stern. “I do not know her. I am not her master, she does not belong to me.” He began to step backwards attempting to distance himself from her.

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The surprised sound and, dare she say- puzzled look on the dragon's face earned a slight tilt of her head, the young woman wondering what she had done to elicit such an expression. Oh well, it was better than anger or any other form of discomfort. But the words coming from the dragon were cool and cynical, earning a slight frown of dismay. "Even so..." she mused softly, only half answering as the dragon continued to speak.

Though the dragon gave her a name, Nadiya had a sinking suspicion it was a mere alias. Especially considering the phrasing; 'You can call me Frigga today.' But even so, the dragon finally gave her a smile. Genuine or strained, Nadiya wasn't too concerned. She was simply happy to have been able to converse with the mysterious female, smiling in spite of her slight puzzlement and waving at the dragon's retreating form.

The blacksmith's daughter nearly let out a soft yelp upon feeling a sudden touch, but refrained from doing so and merely twitched slightly in surprise. Seeing Phillipe, a certain amount of relief filled her conscious, another smile lifting from her lips upon seeing the familiar face. Nadiya gave a sheepish shrug at the comment, wondering if trying to befriend a dragon was really as odd as everyone seemed to be making it out to be. Aside from the fact that she had never before encountered one (and that they were rare as far as her knowledge went,) she saw nothing strange about it. For a moment, she mulled over her brief chat with the dragon girl, but found she couldn't yet fully agree with her guide's assessment. "She did seem nice, though I guess I would seem pretty pathetic compared to a mighty dragon. Perhaps that's it?" Nadiya mused aloud, but immediately returned her attention to Phillipe and the chores at hand upon listening to the youth's instructions. She watched the ingredients being ground to a paste with interest, dutifully taking the bowl and following her current mentor.


Upon passing a window, Nadiya was surprised at how late it had gotten, feeling as though she had only just gotten started. Even at her most productive, she couldn't recall ever feeling like her day went by so smoothly without her notice. Though to be fair, back home most of the time she went in and out frequently throughout the course of a day, and rarely remained indoors for long unless a specific chore required it.

Feeling curiosity bubble inside her (plus, a slight awkwardness she felt when things were too quiet), Nadiya dared to question Phillipe. "Have you lived here your entire life? Have you always had your hand in the healing arts?"
As they walked, she noticed some light coming from the direction of the docks from the corner of her eye. Just before they could pass the window entirely, she slowed down, tempted to peer out through the glass as she wondered what could be going on so late in the evening.

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The men behind Selakir laughed slightly as one pointed at her toppled form and the other nudged back, though Stern's disappointment in the situation was becoming more evident as they looked on. A fact that quickly put them back in their place when they both noticed his scrutinizing gaze.

The butler at his side, after placing his items down. Came to help the young elven girl back to her feet.
Stern gave her a slightly somber look as he glanced down at her "No my dear, I am not your master." He reached out to take her arm as the butler helped her up from the floor. The cold metal of his gauntleted hand, was far more comforting then the weeks she had spent in captivity.

Her eyes looked back into his, as he slid some of her hair aside. "Welcome home.." He added with a smile, before looking back up at the two sailors and nudging them off with a glance. The younger of the two has some issue with just being shooed away, though the other is verdant in not letting him voice that opinion.

Stern returns his attention to Selakir and begins to look her over slightly, though only at a glance. "My poor girl, I must apologize."

"I was under the impression that better care would be taken with your transportation."
He looks back at Alexander and sighs a small breath of dejection over what has transpired. "I believe that this is the last time we will do business with corsairs from now on." As if to validate the moment, the butler took up his book once more and began to scrawl down several lines across its very first page.

Stern helps to support Salakir for a moment and addresses Alexander
"Despite how things are, I am glad that the two of you have made it. What with the resent events outside being as they are. Most of us were worried that your vessel would never even arrive."

"You can leave your belongings there and we will have them collected, to be sent along to your quarters. As for now, we should go see the master for now and have him meet the two of you."


Stern produces a small cloth, a handkerchief most likely. Pulled from a small open pouch on the edge of his belt and begins to lightly wipe some of the smudged markings from Selakir's neck and face.

"Then, after that. I suggest we get you a nice meal to commemorate the occasion."

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She was so confused. A man helped her up and she shrunk from him. Her arm was taken by another man, the one who was speaking to her. If no one was her master what was she doing here? The hand gently took her arm. It was cold but not hard. He did not squeeze her or cause her pain. Still, if he was not her master then perhaps he should not touch her.

Alexander watched the woman cower into herself. He thought if she could make herself small she would. He found her confusing but the fear and sadness that came off of her in waves pulled at him. There was music in that sadness.

The man before her brushed dirty strands of hair from her face. He smiled at her. There was kindness there. Selakir longed for him to be her master. It would mean his gentle touch and kind words were allowed.

She hung her head as he apologized.

Alexander nodded to Stern. The journey was at times treacherous. I am happy to be here as well." He looked back at the boat. "My harp...great care will be needed to bring it in. "

More care than they took with the other cargo... His eyes moved over the woman though he did not speak his thoughts aloud.

The word master made Selakir's head lift, eyes meeting Stern's face. Her own expression was one of hope. He moved, producing a cloth and wiped at her face. She stood there wide eyed for a moment as he did so.

Alexander was struck with the thought that this woman, this elf was very much like a dog. Perking up at certain words, fearful as if one might strike her nose for making a puddle on the floor. How Stern could even bring himself to touch her was beyond Alexander's comprehension.

"I am excited to meet my patron and a meal would be greatly appreciated." Alexander hoped his social pleasantries were enough. Words and people were not his strength.

He turned to look at what was to be his home. He could see a figure at a window. It appeared to be looking down at them. So there were others. This both pleased and perplexed him. He was grateful that he would not be alone with the elf but others meant a need to socialize and that meant less time with his music.

Selkir stood there as Stern cleaned her face. She was rigid, shaking a little and eyes on his face. Nothing about this was right, nothing felt as it should. Her stomach did rumble so loudly that all could hear it when he mentioned a meal.

Embarrassment flooded her face and she turned away from him.

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Stern waved off Alexander's question "The utmost care will be taken with your belongings, as with all things." He continued to walk the two though the back area of the pier, before the sound of wooden boards was replaced with steps upon cold stone. He accompanied them into a small room off from the pier, after sharing a few words with the butler that had been by his side. Stern looked at Alexander and addressed the young elf on his arm. This room was colored in a vastly different variation from what they could see from outside, complete with two attendants that appeared to be dressed in a coloration. That was specifically made to resemble the rooms and they both bowed as Stern escorted the two of them in.

Both of these men, though that is all one could tell from the two. As their outfits concealed most of the defining traits to their identity's.
"We will be ascending to the upper floors, as the master should be taking account of todays activities. Word has been placed to ensure you have a meal ready as well, so we will not be long."
He looks down at Selakir for a short moment as he could feel her periodically tense up from one time, or another. "There is no reason to be worried, the master helps everyone who is in need. He motions out for one of the attendants and the man pulls a long lever situated on the wall behind him and the room begins to slowly rise up the spine of the building.

He keeps at cleaning her face and hair, moving slowly and calmly. With a small laugh as he lifts her chin "So there was a pretty girl under all of this after all." Though his intention to help clean her features was not misplaces, the amount of overbearing dotage he exuded over her was somewhat strange. Stern paid more attention to the young elf as he worked and only addressed Alexander without directly looking his way.
"I know that things for you both may be somewhat jarring for some time after, but it is of no worry."

"The first days are always different and somewhat difficult"
He finishes with Selakir and returns the cloth back to the pocket he originally pulled it from before turning his attention back to Alexander. "The master will be happy to see that we have another artist with us and so too would my lady. The little miss does enjoy a good student, especially one that is skilled driven. You may even have the luck of playing this years ball." He looked back down at Selakir for the time being and pulled her hair back over her shoulders as if he was inspecting her. "Do you have any questions?"

Akhira

The young dragon was in fact right, for she had gotten herself lost. Even looking from one side to the other, she could see that the hall stretched on for what it seemed to be like leagues. There wasn't even a guard to be readily seen in either direction.

It was so hard to actually discern a difference between the floor, though she could see variations. It all began to bleed together in from one hall to the other. Only for colors to stand out instead of objects, or people. This mixed with the propensity of the workers to wear concealing garments, it was harder to get one's bearings when the destination is unknown.

As she rested her head against the wall for a moment, to try and help get her bearings back. She began to hear the sound of voices come to her ears. I rang out like a discussion had come to light in the distance and being the only source of direction on this floor, she was mostly being forced to follow its source. This would most likely be her only means of finding someone to help her get back on a nominal path.
As she rounded the far corner of the hall, her nose began to pick up the smell of the ocean once again and the sound of voices breaking through the crack of a partially opened door. Peering in she could see a literal crowd of what appeared to be students. Due to the arrangement of the room and the way some of them were dressed, it was rather obvious. Though passed the fact that they were students it became apparent that most of them were not in fact normal. While looking over the group she could see strange eye colors, skin tones and even patches of hair that shined with very vibrant colors. It was a somewhat strange sight with a least a bare majority of the students were outwardly human. The class, who all looked to be barely within their maturity. Sat at desk before a raise section of the floor, stood upon by a much older man. He was telling the students of a story, with acting out motions with his cane and lightly moving back and forth upon the stage. While the sounds of the ocean poured into the room from large, open window in the back of the room.

"..so with the defeat of the last lord of the wild lands, the heartlands were secured and quickly grew into the vast sprawling lands you see it as today. With the crown as its highest held jewel and at its seat a conclave of the city states that keep it contained." Several students raised their hands and the older man pointed in one girls direction, before she stood and asked her question. "You told us that the last lord was Gorman of he dales.. how could he have lost?"

"He was a peerless fighter and its written that he was beaten in a duel.. how?"
The older man, who now that Akhira looked at him. Could tell that he was a man who had lived a long and arduous life. His flesh bore many wounds from ages past and even his walk told why he would need the cane.
He stepped forward towards the girl and laughed as he stopped. "Gorman was by all accounts a peerless warrior, no many in the imperial army, nor man of his own army would dare stand against him. So when the first king of Amesha first challenged him. It was believed that he was going to die like all the others."

"Little did Gorman realize, was that the young king was not an honorable man and when he walked down to the field in which battle was to be had. The last lord was set upon by hundreds of archers... so much so that the sun was nearly blotted out and with his death the rebellion's forces were decimated in spirit. Only for their actual defeat to come moments later."
The students passed a sad look between one another as the teacher finished and he even sympathized with his own somber stare.

It was at that moment, a bell struck mere feet above Akhira. Apparently right above the inside of the door. looking up she could see a small metallic string, set to pull the bell and let it slap back against a steel nob.

With that, the students began to gather their things and move towards the door. Their teacher waving the last of the students out as they went. Those that passed next to Akhira didn't say much, though not many of them did pay her much attention. Those that did gave her a quiet smile and nod before moving on. Only for Akhira to hear a voice call out as the last student passed. "You can come in now.. is there something that you needed?

Babble

The show that ensued with Babble's punishment was only somewhat disruptive. Kicking up the rug and throwing Agni's tray table aside as everything loose within several feet was dislodged.

Misha giggled as she began to fix her hair, strands being sent sprawling around her in a rather evident order of discord. "He is pretty strong despite his condition.." The pins she used to set her hair in the back, having been replaced within a few moments. "Anymore and he might have ruffled my dress." She said with a lite laugh as Chlorra leaned up from letting Babble go to slump on the floor.

"Oh please."

"Your still in there and you are perfectly capable of moving.. it may just seem somewhat limiting that you are now completely confined to that shell."
A cursory twitch of his toes and the curling of his lip did confirm this. He was perfectly capable of moving, but it felt strange. Like being the flame of a candle, trapped within the cup of a bell.
Babble's eyes caught the shoes of Chlorra as she walked a circle around him, exclaiming all the way.

"The main reason for our home being here is not the training of slaves, because I like to believe we heal those brought our way. Given the chance even one such as yourself can aspire to great things. Though we have always run into those who keep pushing back." As babbles eyes look up to see as she completes her circle around him. An object was now hanging in front of face and as his eyes began to focus. It came to his realization that it was the mask Chlorra was wearing, now complete with a large crap spreading across its left cheek. Something that was now donning on him, that was most likely his doing.

"Have high hopes for you.."
Before his eyes could trace up to see her, the mask had already been replaced onto the front of her outfit and the same two white dots were staring back through its slits."You will get used to this new state and when you show signs of improving. The bonds will be pulled looser and looser." She rubs the top of his head like before and threads several strands of his hair into her fingers before withdrawing the hand.

"Now stand if you would... and be recognized."

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Alexander didn't really feel reassured by the man's comment. He looked to the woman. If her state was any indication of how they treated cargo than his beautiful harp had no hope of surviving.

"Are-I mean it is just-"

It was no use though Stern was leaving and Alexander was forced to follow.

Selakir was still shaking, nervous and cold as the man led her away from the water. He was being nice. Kind even and that was not alright. He had said he wasn't her master. He should not be escorting her like this. He should not speaking to her. She didn't know her knew master or what they might like or how they might feel about this man speaking to her, touching her. It could end up very bad for both of them.

Alexander grew sullen as they stepped into the small room. This was not what he had hoped for. He prayed that once inside, once his harp was delivered - safely - as promised than all would feel right in his world. The promise of a meal was at least a positive. He tuned out the rest and began composing in his head once more.

Selakir's eyes lifted to look at Stern. There was reassurance there but Selakir didn't understand it. The room around her moved and she clung to Stern in panic.

The man did not seemed phased by her. In fact, to her surprise the man, Stern fussed over her.

Bright blue eyes, stared up at Stern. She only blinked once as if begging for something. He called her beautiful, doted on her with a warmth that made Selakir wary. She shrunk from him as much as she could.

Alexander was too lost in his own head to pay any attention to Stern and the woman. In truth he was avoiding the female as much as he could. It took a moment for him to realize that Stern was speaking to him.

"Another? Little miss? Ball?" Alexander was both excited yet fearful of the idea of a ball. An audience to listen, dance and revel in his music but a performance always caused some anxiety. He became a ball of emotions. In the end the excitement and inspiration was too much. "I will compose such music. Something inspired by this place, the people..."

And with that Alexander was lost again, already finding music no one but he could hear.

Selakir looked between the two men. Her fingers gripped the material of her clothes. Stern moved her hair. Selakir shook her head. "No, sir."

Her voice was small, soft and her unease was palpable in the two words. She wanted to cry. She had never felt so uncertain in her life. She did not like feeling this way. She longed for the security of a master's hand, the certainty of her place.

She looked around and tried to understand what was happening.

"Will I have a room to work in? Do you know? Are there many others here? You spoke of another artist. A musician?" There was a hint of urgency in his voice. It was as if Alexander suddenly needed an answer to everything immediately.

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Stern gave a lite smirk at the little elf, as she could easily see that her movements and reactions were eliciting a response from him in turn. Stern laughed slightly as the lift came to a somewhat abrupt halt as he looked back towards Alexander. "You will have your own quarters, though in some cases we have been reduced to letting several members sleep in the same space. Mostly for special reasons.. they don't like being alone, or its a small group who were a family before coming here. I'm sure you could understand." Stern responded as he lead the two out and into a large hallway. The two attendants bowing a farewell as they left.

The three of them entered into a much differed world from the pier before. There was almost no activity on this floor of the house save for several guards that stood their post and acknowledged the arrival of the group. Stern lightly touched Selakir's shoulder to coax her forward and he then waved for Alexander to follow, filling them both in as they walked. "This section of the house is usually off limits to a large majority of the other house members. The only exception would be if I or one of the other such house members is accompanying either of you here."

After walking for a short distance do the three of them stop at a small set of double doors.
"This late in the afternoon, the master is usually taking final council for the day." Stern knocks three times using the heavy ring of the door and it only takes a small moment for an answer to sound from the other side. "Enter" Stern waste no time in pushing the door open and going in with Alexander and Selakir in tow.

The three entered into a wide room with opulent lighting, several attendants standing at the edge of a large table and Kenner himself signing several documents. When he was done writing one attendant would pick up the page and another would be laid down in front of him by one of the other attendants. Who would describe several finer points of the paper in their own words before he would begin to sign. Each attendant was dressed in some sort of finery that neither Selakir, nor Alexander had seen recently and each bore a blue ribbon on their right arm. Each holding a small stack of papers and lightly discussing what was most obviously political issues between one another.

Upon looking up and seeing the three enter, Kenner waved the small group of attendants away. Who replied with an astute bow and removed themselves from the room as he took to his feet.
Stern slowly let the two of them take the forefront ahead of him as they approached Kenner. Who smiled at the two of them and gave a slight nod. "Its good to see that our late arrivals have finally arrived, any longer and I might have come out there to get you myself." He opened with a coy bend to his lips. "But I am happy to finally see that you've both joined us."

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The man's amusement terrified her. Why? What amused him so much about her? Selakir was incredibly confused and scared. She was glad that his attention was on the other man for the moment. She listened as he explained the man would have a room to himself. She wondered where she would end up. She wasn't like the man. She had heard him talk of a ball, music and neither of those were things she was adapt at.

Alexander followed Stern, avoiding the elf as they exited the lift. He was pleased to learn he would have his own space. "Of course, that makes sense to me. I just prefer space to work. I don't need a lot but I appreciate knowing I will have such space."

When Stern touched her shoulder Selakir jumped as if she had been burned. The touch was light, barely there but it didn't matter. Her fear was so heightened that it would take very little to startle her. She did make note that this place was off limits. Limits were things she understood and she did not like breaking rules as she feared the punishment. She was not yet sure how that would look here so Selakir vowed to be extra cautious.

They stopped at a set of double doors. As stern knocked Alexander realized he should have asked if he was presentable. It wasn't something he necessarily cared about but he had been scolded that a man should always be presentable. What that mean to others compared to himself varied but Alexander tried. He smoothed down his hair as best he could. His eyes fell on the dirty elven woman. Despite how Stern had tried to clean her, she still carried a layer of dirty, a musty smell and clothes that were falling apart. If she could be presented like that than he wasn't too worried about himself.

They entered the lush, beautifully decorated room. They approached a man who was addressing some finely dressed people. Stern stepped behind them. Alexander stepped forward. He bowed at the waist. "Greetings sir. I am grateful for you patronage and I promise you my best work."

He straightened and looked to the man who had bought him, his talent. He didn't think of it as slavery. He thought of it as a patron who gave him the ability to do what Alexander was born to do, create music.

As the man stood Selakir knelt, head bowed and eyes on the floor. "Master."

She prayed this man was her master and would give her a place, a purpose and the structure she longed for. She didn't know what to do without someone telling her, controlling her. It was all she knew.

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Kenner looked at Alexander and nodded in response to his approach. "And I am grateful to have someone so talented in my halls. You will find no shortage of opportunities here for growing your skills." He tossed several sheets of parchment back onto the table before approaching, stepping out from behind it. The two of them could see that he was completely dressed in very simple, loose fitting clothes. Even going so far as to not be wearing shoes as well, just to complete some sort of relaxed appearance.

He walked up to Selakir, stopping before he would have to crane his neck down to see her and locked eyes with the young elf. "Hello Selakir, ha's man na finallui govannon-cin" He spoke in a rather sweet tone and it was obvious that he was doing his best to put her at ease, as he could see that she was nearly spilling over in tension.
He reached out and took her arm lightly, before turning his attention to Stern. "How about finding a fresh change of clothes for our new member of the family.." He adjectively ordered. To which Stern gave an astute click of his heels and strode out of the room, right out the way he came in.

Kenner looked over Selakir lightly and spoke on as he slowly pulled her into an embrace, as if to attempt to quell her nervous shaking. "The two of you will find a home here, so long as you wish it." Selakir could feel a warmth pressed against her flesh. Like hugging a warmly lit lamp in the cold, bitter night of a long winter.

"I have no doubt that the two of you have ample questions, so go ahead and ask what you wish." He offered as he released Selakir from their short embrace.

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Alexander found himself a bit disgusted as the man, Kenner who was now his patron helped the elf from the floor and put his arms around her. How he could stand to touch her was beyond his understanding. She didn't need clothes she needed a bath and then clean clothes.

He gave the elf no more thought as Kenner asked if they had questions. "I don't know that I have questions...I am to understand there are areas of the house we are not permitted but that is fine to me as I tend to focus on my work. I promise that I will spend a great deal of time on my music. There is so much here that speaks to me, begs to have its song written down..."

His voice trailed off as he looked lost for a moment. His eyes glazed and his head moved as if he were listening to some distant song.

Selakir stood immediately at Kenner's direction. She would do whatever her master desired. She did not look him in the eyes, did not raise her head. She was unaware as of yet what his rules were and so she aired on the side of caution and respect. The embrace was both comforting and alarming. She had not been expecting it and yet, he was her master and he could do as he wished with her.

When he released her and asked if they had questions Selakir knelt once more. "Master, all I ask is that you tell me what you desire of me and I will do all I can to fulfill them. I am good, I promise master. I will listen well. I ask for nothing in return but to serve you."

She hoped her proclamation would please him. She was in a new place and had only had one master before but once she learned the rules here Selakir was sure she would show him that she was a good slave.

Alexander looked at the kneeling woman. Her words pulled him from the music in his head. A lip curled in disgust as he realized that while he was there for art, for music she was there for likely much, much baser things. They were not things that appealed to Alexander. Nothing could compare to music, to composing and the idea of human connection on that level was unfathomable to him.

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Kenner releases Selakir and turns to Alexander "Well we tend to allow for normal activities during the day and even on a first day basis. One should be allowed some time to acclimate to their new surroundings." Leaning back on the table, Kenner addresses the two of the. "The two of you will be given your own quarters and even any personal belongings that you possess will be stored accordingly as well. Even any items that you gain from this day forward will still be yours to keep. My house is not one to stifle the growth on a individual.. personal or otherwise."

The doors at the front of the room slowly swing open, with barely any noise to notify the group. It was Stern once again, leading a small cadre of maids dressed in the typical white & black attire. Though that did little to help not differentiate the three of them. One possessed a tale nearly turquoise in color, with small scales that caused it to shimmer. Which she obviously tried to hide by curling around the upper portion of her right leg. Carrying several folded towels in her crossed arms.
The second was carrying a very large basin in her arms, that would normally be an issue for anyone. However she possessed a physique that suggested she were more accustomed to physical labor, easily standing at least a foot over everyone in the room

The third was a very lithe woman with appeared to be the most normal of the three. She pushed a small cart in front of her with two large bowls, a small set of what seem to be grooming tools and some folded clothes on the bottom shelf. However when she passed in between the two, they could see that this maid walked on cloven hooves. Around the top of which were sheds of vibrant red fur, that bobbed and flowed as she stepped.

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Selakir remained kneeling in her spot on the floor. She had sunk back to her knees and stated her desire to serve him but her master turned his attention to other things.

She feared it was not enough and she lowered her head to put her forehead to the floor. She heard him speak of personal belongings and a room but neither really mattered to her. She had nothing of her own. Anything she was given belonged to her master and she had come with nothing but the bit of ragged cloth that covered her body. She had no way of procuring things and she desired nothing for herself. Selakir lived only to serve him, her new master.

Alexander was pleased to hear that he would have his own space, his things. This was as he had hoped. His patron was generous and understanding. Alexander vowed to give Kenner his soul in his music in thanks for this chance.

He glanced briefly at the elf who had knelt back on the floor. He frowned and again, his lip curled in disgust at the sight of her. She was the opposite of him. He wished to create, to give life to music and that woman wanted to be little more than a pet.

When the door opened Alexander turned and watched Stern and the three women who entered with curiousity. He ignored Stern for a moment as he really took in the women. They were each so different. The tail of the one drew his attention but it was the third with the hooves that captivated him the most. He imagined a song for her, a song of depth and perhaps a tinge of menace.

He realized they were there to clean and clothe the elf. He cleared his throat. "May I leave as that occurs? I have no wish to violate her privacy and no desire to see her...unclothed." Alexander's unease with the elf and perhaps nudity was clear in his voice. "Captain Stern mentioned food. I was fed but not a great deal on the journey and would welcome something small if possible."

Selakir didn't lift her head but she did listen to the footsteps, to the man's voice. She was observant even as she left herself at her master's mercy. She knew that it was the little details that would help her earn her master's praise.

She longed for food but said nothing. The man stated he had been fed and she wanted to say she had not been given much that was edible but she remained silent. Her master had not given her leave to speak again. He hadn't really noticed her and that cause a pang of fear and sadness to move through her body.

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Kenner waves his hand at Alexander "Understandable, you can follow Stern down the hall to the dining area on this floor. I'm sure Purna would be more then willing to accommodate just one more. Besides, most of the workers are finishing a late lunch at this time. So you may have a chance to mingle with a few of them." He turns his attention to Stern, who was currently leering over Selakir's should. With a look that implied he would be wringing his hands over some nefarious plan. "Stern" Kenner said flatly, with barely any response to the mans attentions.

"Captain.." Kenner speaks once again, now with base in his voice and Stern's head snaps to attention. Unspeaking and waiting for his directions.

"Take Mr. Alexander to the dining hall, I will remain with our new friend and help to orientate her into the household. Also, pass word to your lady that her new student has finally arrived and if she wishes. Then she shall know where to find him." In response to his orders, Stern clicks his heels and quickly waves Alexander to follow him. He pushed through the door with a slight groan of displeasure in his throat, giving rise to the idea that his own enjoyment of the situation had been interrupted.

As the two of them moved down the hall Alexander could see that even though Stern was upset with the interruption of his fun with the situation. The moment only registered as little more then an annoyance for him, even though he kept walking with Alexander in tow.

He turned off to the left as he pushed another set of doors open into a well lit dining hall. With three long tables that could be seen stretching on for quite a distance. Though the room was large, it was sparsely populated at the moment. Only a few of the house members were still eating, or at least conversing between one another in the greater scheme of things. Some o which noticed their entrance and waved at the two, as the door closed behind them.

As Stern pointed at a seat and slid it out for Alexander he reached in over his shoulder and spoke. "Alright, this will be a sort of crash course in how things work here... and forgive me. But I would rather be there with the little miss, yet I have duties to attend to. So I must be quick.." He ends up sitting across the table from Alexander and motions towards an open window in the side of the room. Which Alexander can see gains the attention of a what looks to be another maid, though her outfit was more in line with that of a waitress. Her facial features were still hidden, though her hair was uncovered like most others. The fact that her amber locks reached almost to the small of her back may have been a reason for this. As well that her bangs flowed out below her cap and sat firmly in front of her shoulders.

Stern reached out as she came closer and pulled her down into his lap, with a surprised gasp from the woman in turn. "Firstly.. see this" He wraps one arm around her waist and uses the other to raise her right arm. Showing Alexander that she wore a green ribbon that was wrapped firmly around her upper arm. "This ribbon, when you are given your own. Will be a symbol of the house that you will wear, possibly for the rest of your life. Or until the master deems it necessary that you should be released from this charge. The color represents... the focus of your training." He quickly lets the girl up and motions for her to get some food from the kitchen, with a few quick thumps from his armored hand on the table. Sending her off with a wink.

"You need to know a few things about these ribbons, they are there for your protection primarily.. not as an identifier. Just as I know you noticed the three that came in with me earlier, not to mention the ones attending to the master as well. That not all of them are exactly human, though that is also what the color of the ribbon is for as well." He motions to Alexander's arm as he speaks. "You will most definitely be given an orange ribbon, because that is the color of those that create.. the artist of the house. Though this could be anything from sculptures, painting, music and even writing." He looks over his shoulder at four house members sitting at the far end of the table and lightly points.

There were two blue, an orange and one pink ribbon member there. Two men and two women respectfully.
"These are the most common colors you are going to see this high up in the house and even farther down to the ground floor. However if you should see a red ribbon above the ground level, I advise you to keep your wits and be ready for anything. Aside from that you must also be told that ribbons of black are to be watched carefully and given the utmost amounts of respect within the house. If they are walking around free, then that means they have earned the right to move about the house with impunity."

He leans forward with his arms on the table and motions back, towards Alexander. "You do know what kind of things are done here in Raven home?"
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Kenner let a laugh slip from under his breath as the door finally closed and each of the maids started to move up closer to Selakir. He put a hand on the elf's shoulder as he lightly lifted her chin to look lock their eyes and he greeted her stare with a smile. "I must apologies for the captain.. all of these years he grows to be more and more like his mistress. Faults and perks all the same I suppose..." He motioned behind her to turn her around and she could see that one of the maids had pulled a chair up and was motioning for her to sit. "They are here to help get you cleaned up and then have you change into some fresh clothes." He lifts his hands and cups the sides of her face, running his hands back and through her hair. Finally pulling them out on the sides as the length of her hair strains through his fingers.

"I am going to let you know now, but your world is going to change and it is going to change fast. But it will be for the better I assure you." He backs away two steps as the tailed maid steps to her side and offers a hand. Kenner nods to Selakir when he sees her eye's dart between the two. "I will be in the next room and if you need me, just call. Alright?"

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He was happy to leave the room. Everything there made him feel uncomfortable and Alexander found that it made him anxious. The way the elf behaved, the way the men reacted to her. All made Alexander feel the need to fee with just a tinge of disgust mixed in.

In the hall he watched the Captain's reaction and it drew a frown. What exactly did the man want with the elf? Alexander focused on the sound of their footsteps. There was music in that and that relaxed him.

In the dining hall Alexander sat as directed. He did not know who the little miss was but Alexander was more than happy to have the Captain tell him all he needed to know then leave him. He preferred to be alone. He watched in horror as the captain pulled a woman into his lap. He stared as he was shown the ribbon, nodding that he understood what they represented. He didn't care as long as it meant he could create, to play...

The thump on the table made Alexander jump. The girl hurried off. The exchange made Alexander feel strange. He wasn't sure if the woman enjoyed being manhandled like that and he couldn't imagine doing that himself. He and the captain were very different.

Alexander made note of red and black. He had so many questions and as if sensing them the captain put forth -"You do know what kind of things are done here in Raven home?"

He shook his head. "I must admit I am quite in the dark as to the details of this place, of the other...others that would be here. I came because it was made clear that Master Kenner had the means and desire to support art, creation and music. I needed a patron and he seemed a good fit. A roof over my head, food and the time to create and perform. I find myself now quite unsure as to the-"

He looked around at the other table and those few who were working. "As to the rest of it, of the other people- some are not human. I understand that but- no I do not know what sorts of things are done here."

Alexander felt his stomach turn as he recalled the way Stern had touched the elf, cleaning her face. The way he watched her. The way the elf had knelt. He began to worry that he might be expected to do other things in return for the ability to be here.

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As he rolled up against the doors edge he could hear the young girl giggle at his antics. The sound of their foot falls could be heard as they followed up behind him. "Why do they always act like a fish out of water when this happens."

Misha leans downs over his face and looks down at him for a moment and smiled. "Don't feel bad. The last time this happened, poor girl laid on the floor for nearly three days."
She ran a hand over his head and gave it a slight pat before the two of them reached down to start and lift him up to his feet. "Its going to take some time for you to get used to this body. Strange isn't it?. seeing as you have been inhabiting it for a long time and only now are having to actually rely on it." Though he could not see the face behind the mask. He could already get the feeling that a smirk was being shined on him at that moment. Though it wasn't a look of disapproval like he had received in the past and more along a jest of his current position.

The two had easily managed to sit him up against the door. Mish left for only a moment to retrieve a glass of water from the other side of the room. Lifting it to his lips for him to drink as she returned. "You may actually need a drink now, seeing as you really have never needed to really speak before.

"After this, I think its time we get to work on those hands of yours."



Selakir
Kenner looked down at the elf and smiled as she nodded. He could see the tentative look in her eyes and how she was acting. Know full well the kinds of thoughts that were dancing behind her eyes. "Then I leave you in their hands for now. If you need anything, I will be through that door." He pointed to her side, towards the door that the others from before had used to leave and he soon made his own exit as well.

As she looked at him leave, a hand lightly touched hers from the left and got her attention. The maid with the cloven hooves was standing there with a somewhat anxious stance and spoke with a lax voice as she reached up around Selakir's neck. Taking hold of the clasp that held her dress at the top. "We are going to be quick, so there is no need to fret." She could see the veil, drawn tight across the face of the maid. Crease and widen as a friendly smile drew up underneath. Though that could do little to dissuade the slight smell of brimstone that brushed up against her nose.

When her dress began to fall away. What little there was left to help hold it together, could barely take the fall to the floor. Only for the larger maid to give out a slight sigh as she retrieved it. This was the last thing that Selakir had from before and even though it may have been a find piece of clothing in the past. Now it was reduced to little more then a stained rag to be discarded.

"Do you wish to keep this?" The maid asked. In what was a rather surprising voice for one who bore such a frame. "I am sure one of our tailors could do something to give it new life."



Alexander
Stern threw a grin back at Alexander when he said just how little he knew about the functions of the house.
"Well as you can see. Our home deals in the selling and purchasing of... talent. More or less." He finished as the maid returned with three trays of food situated in her hands and laid them in between the two. It was several different foods that he could see. Meats and vegetables prepared for eating, though he could only recognize a few of the items as well.

The distinct smell of pork was wafting up though that was the only one he could pick out from the whole tray. A plate and utensils were provided as well lastly and the maid bowed for the two of them. Before she returned to the duties she was performing before hand. Stern motioned towards three glazed, reddened, orbs on the last tray and laughed. "I suggest you stay clear on those. Most people cannot handle the heat and the heavy flavor isn't too flattering in the least.

As Stern removed the gauntlets of his uniform. Alexander who see that his hands were very well taken care of. Though the care had been so great, that it was easy to confuse them for the hands of a woman. Slender fingers with smooth skin and well groomed, pointed nails.
He reached out and grabbed two slices of meat and dropped them on his plate, continuing to take other items.
[color=maroon]"There are those that are talented like yourself and they are trained to help not only themselves, but to also increase the standing of the house. A small trade and a positively good one for someone in your position I might add."


He took a few small bites as he spoke, enough to keep his voice clear in the least. "There are however those that are just to be kept as toys.. Happy, well cared for toys, but toys nonetheless."

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Alexander nodded as Stern talked. He wasn't entirely sure what the others were there to do concerned him. He wanted to focus on his work and frankly he was likely to pay attention to the others anyway. That in mind though Alexander knew that there were rules so he tried his best to commit all Stern said to memory.

His eyes moved to the tray and he nodded again. Alexander wasn't exactly adventurous when it came to food. In fact, he liked food he could eat without thinking about it at all. Dried meat, cheese, bread and maybe some fruit if it appeared.

Alexander watched as Stern made his plate up and when he was done the musician helped himself. He avoided anything he couldn't readily identify and took small pieces of things he thought he knew but wasn't entire sure. His stomach gave a small gurgle as he began to eat. It was often the way. When focused on working he often wouldn't eat for most of a day. It was part of the reason having a patron suited his needs. He would be taken care of without fear of dying from lack of care. At many times Alexander was no better than a child obsessed with a new toy. Music consumed him and he wished that it could fuel his body as it did his soul. Alas, food was necessary and so, he was here. This place and Kenner promised a life that would mean he could work and be taken care of.

His eyes lifted from his food to Stern. "I know the benefit of someone like myself to a house like this but I count myself lucky that Master Kenner saw it as well." He frowned a little. "What do you mean toys? They are people..." His eyes drifted to the other table and then back to Stern. "I understand that there are those who serve, like the maid and presumably in the kitchen as well as keeping the place neat. You spoke of others like me. You spoke of ribbons based on training. Surely being trained for a skill does not make someone a toy."

Alexander was confused by the wording that Stern used. His mind wandered briefly to the dirty, think elf they had left behind and wondered what her skill set would be. Maid perhaps? And then Alexander remembered the way she knelt and his stomach grew sour.

"Surely you don't mean..." He looked at Stern in disgust.

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Akhira

Akhira's action dids draw some form of attention after several minutes she could hear heavy foot falls coming from down the hall. Proceeded by only a few more and as they passed under the archway it became apparent that some of the guards had been drawn down. They did not speak only sharing several close glances, though with their faces covered. It was equally difficult to tell what was going on underneath. She could tell that the one in front was of the same rank as the one before. Though as where Stern's armor was made to look like that of a man. This one was a women in lead of the three men that arrived with her.

She began to silently direct the others and it became apparent that they were searching rooms around the area. With the captain taking up position almost directly underneath Akhira.

As she stayed there Akhira could feel the ribbon on her arm warm up once again. Though this time, it was more of a slow rise in temperature from what occurred last time. Though this soon gave way to the feeling that something was being done to her as well. Like a piece of herself was being shut off into a box and the lid was slowly being pulled closed as she continued to cling to her position. As the other guards returned to their captain Akhira could already tell they were starting to wise up to what was happening. Though none was more telling then what she could see the captain was doing. She was looking down at what seemed to be a brace attached to the topside of her left gauntlet. It possessed a large central opal that was pulsing a lite blue glow and with each pulse she could feel the ribbon on her arm slightly resonate with it in turn.

It was obvious now that she would not remain hidden for much longer.




Alexander

Stern scoffed for a moment as Alexander stopped in what he was asking. As if it was so far fetched for such a premise to actually be unknown for the young man. "Come now.." Stern waved a hand in jest at Alexander. "Are you really doing to sit there and tell me that such a thought never crossed your mind. Even people like yourself find a place for such needs in their life's." He shot back across the table.

"I mean if I am to be honest the elven, innocence thing is kind of overplayed in this day. I have personally lost count of the number of wealthy individuals that show up here from time to time with a small harem of such women in their sway." He takes a drink from his cup and sighs as it is placed down. "My taste are far more exotic then just that.." Stern adds with lecherous smile as he slyly looks across the table.

It was obvious at this point that Stern was rather set in how much he enjoyed the power that came along with his position. Despite how much of his voice was filled with both jest and truth. "As long as you are willing to ask first. Many of them would be more then happy to oblige you on precedent. Unless your looking for something.. different?" He said with a pale laugh behind his teeth.



Selakir

After only a few short minutes were the maids finally done with cleaning the young elf. They looked her over and straightened her hair, pulling it back with a silver hairpin. The maid with cloven feet held up a pair of undergarments for her and Selakir enough time to get herself situated before a long gown was presented with a silken gown to wear. It was well made, if albeit slightly plane for what it was.

She looked over Selakir for a moment before speaking. "You will be given several other sets of clothes later tonight and will most likely receive your ribbon in the morning." Selakir could see that the girl was somewhat giddy at the thought and was somewhat trotting in place, if her anatomy were taken into account. It seemed she was getting excited over the prospect of someone new joining the house. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, it was the taller maid in response. "Don't mind her, she is easily excitable by mostly everything that happens." The cloven maid tilted her head and threw a hip aside in protest. "I do not!" She responded with a form of tenting forming at the front of her veil. Easily telling Selakir that she was sticking her tongue out at the other.

"I heard that the kitchen is making strawberry shortcake for dessert tonight." A voice came over Selakir's other shoulder from the maid with the long tail and the cloven maid hopped in response like a young girl. Eliciting a sharp "Yay" in almost a chirp like happiness. Only to shortly realize that she had been duped as both of her partners began to giggle at her reaction.

The maid began stomp in place for a second, becoming visibly flustered and proceeded to stick out her tongue once again at the two of them again. However on doing so a forked protrusion quickly burned its way through the front of her veil. This accompanied with an easily definable singeing noise. Her tongue had apparently burned its way through the thin fabric. A quick indication of how flustered the situation made her.

Her hand shot up to cover the hole in her veil as she released a quiet swear in response.



Babble

Misha leaned down and looked Babble over. "He does looked a bit worse for wear if I am to be honest. Are you sure you can do anything that wont make his condition any worse?" Chlorra doesn't answer. She only tilts Babbles head back to help him drink down the water that was offered. Some of which was not able to fully make it past his lips.

"What could be worse?" She asked in rebuttal.
"He is by no means the most far gone in condition that we have ever seen."

She leaned him back against the door frame and looked down on him. "Can you hear me Babble?"

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Alexander looked truly disgusted at the captain's insinuation. "I can assure you that music is the only lover I seek out. And, if I did wish to join with someone physically someone who....who was a slave or a -" He couldn't even bring himself to explain or describe it. "No, such women hold no appeal to me."

In truth Alexander had never been in love and had only one sexual encounter, with the wife of a man who had paid for a composition as a gift. She had touched him and Alexander had let it happen.

"The woman you brought to Master Kenner, that is what she will be used for." Alexander shook his head. "I do not understand the appeal of her or that situation. Love should spur on such actions."

Stern's demeanour, his subtle suggestions made Alexander lean back and away from the table. He had no interest in exotic or anything even close to what Stern was hinting at.

"Assuredly my tastes are simple. My love is music and it holds its sway on me in all ways. I will not be looking to those around me for such-needs. I respect your choice to, to Master Kenner's for keeping such or training others for such but it holds no desire or intrigue for me."

He had lost some of his appetite now. "I cannot wait to get to my room and to get my harp back. She is beautiful and my fingers miss touching her."

Alexander talked of his harp with the same tone and longing that others spoke of their lovers. If one had to guess it was as if the instrument itself was his lover. "Tell me are the nights cool here? Are there fireplaces in our rooms?"

He wanted to speak of anything else other than slaves, sex or even hints of innuendo. He was remarkably naive for a young man. It spoke of an upbringing surrounded by things and music rather than people.

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Stern was visibly enjoying the way Alexander was reacting to the situation.

He sat there leaning on one elbow as he lightly trotted on his teeth with the nail of his right pinkie finger. "Given enough time you will become well acquainted with how things here operate." He adds with a slight breath as he stands from the table. Stern draws his helmet back up from its hooked position on his waste as he looks down at Alexander. "My time is growing short as it is and while I would love nothing more then to play for the rest of the day. I do have duties that require my attention." He snaps his fingers towards the small group at the other end of the room and points out one with a beckoning finger. "I am going to take my leave now, but I will leave you in capable hands. One moment if you would." Stern steps away and meets the approaching member of the house half way.

It was the house member wearing an orange ribbon that had been called over and as Stern traded words with the woman. The two of them shared short words, but from what was being traded on earshot. Alexander could tell that they were not speaking a language that he understood. After giving he captain a bow and he was gone, leaving through the main door that he and Alexander entered through earlier.

Alexander soon had a hand lent out for him to shake from his seated position.
The woman before him was dressed in some form of lite housedress. The color of which was composed of sparring greens and yellows. With long silken gloves that covered from the fingers. All the way over the shoulder and disappearing under the dress.

While looking only slightly older then himself, it was obvious that this house member came from a place far removed from his homeland. Her skin was a creamy bronze and she had volumes of black hair that framed her face. "Mr Demaires. Its a pleasure to meet you." She pronounced it well, yet there was something in the back of her tongue that made the words muddle lightly. Obviously a second language, even if her appearance wasn't already an indicator of that.

"Purna" She stated softly as she waited for his hand. Though whether this was her name or a title was a guess for him at this point.


Selakir

The two other maids giggled between themselves for a second as the other tussled with her veil for several seconds and she mumbled out a curse in response. She was fumbling with her hands to remove the offending cloth as part of the fabric still continued to smolder.

The larger maid places her arm forward for Selakir to see. At first glance it appears that the ribbon on her upper arm was over the top of her uniform, but on closer inspection the item was faded. It was appearing from under the fabric of her uniform entirely. "On the day we actually become a member of the house. We are given a ribbon that signifies our bond with the house and in itself, the master as well. The other maid leans forward as she begins to point out on the arm of the other.

"However there are small stipulations in some cases." She points to the far side of the ribbon, near the back of her partners arm. There Selakir could see that the white ribbon actually had a section of green as well. "I serve in the infirmary from time to time, so I eventually qualified for such a distinction and you might be able to do as such in the future."


Babble

Babble was still set to lean there against the very edge of the door frame as Misha looked on at him. "Maybe you should just take him to the good doctor and see if he has an open bed?" She says as she opens the door to his side and prepares to leave. "At least he can get some medical care and then some physical training to better learn about the body that he's barely used." She adds with a snicker to the edge of her lip. "I have matters to attend to for now." She leaves through the door, with it slowly closing behind her.

Chlorra had stopped babble's coughing after leaning him forward and pulled his hair back over his shoulders. "Anymore trouble and I might seriously consider handing you off to the good doctor all together." She said as she brought him to a more manageable seated position.

"Next I would suggest breathing before you speak

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Alexander understood he would get used to the place, to the way of life but the idea that he might share the inclination or desires of the others made his stomach churn. He vowed to focus on his music, to let the others do as they would as long as he could do as he so desired.

He watched as Stern rose, spoke to another and then left. His mouth was dry with nerves and Alexander took a drink from his glass to help. He did not do well with new situations. He was learning but they were still not something he was extremely comfortable with.

The hand in front of him caused Alexander to immediately stand. He was a little clumsy causing his chair to almost tip backwards in his haste. He awkwardly grabbed it, righted it and faced the figure in front of him.

Alexander took in the woman and immediately wanted to write music about her. "I-yes.." He took the offered hand and leaned down to place a chaste kiss on the gloved top.

He straightened, releasing her hand. He had been taught gentlemanly manners. Alexander wanted to focus on music but it had been beaten into him at a young age that he would need to learn to socialize. He got better at it as he got older though his unease often appear in stumbling over his words or lack of speed at which he completely the socially acceptable acts.

"I am pleased to be here and-and to meet you. This place is strange to me but wonderful. I am excited to get to work composing. Do you play music?"

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Chlorra looms over Babble for a small moment before reaching down to take hold of him. Cradling him as an adult would cradle a child. He size, though not too much larger then his own. Did not seem to hamper her ability to lift him in any way.
She turned over her should and looked back towards Agnus. Who for some time now had returned to slowly tuning and playing her cello. Paying little attention as it was for now, she continued to play as the front of her hood turned towards Chlorra. Giving a slight nod to the both of them before Chlorra tucked Babble in closer and for him the world began to grow dim. A he peered up at the ivory mask before him and the blank expression upon it reflected the same.

His eyes tried hard to focus and as he blinked to clear the haze a faint realization donned on him. They were no longer in the same room that they had been standing in. Her hold on him slightly relaxes as the world around Babble began to settle back to as clear as was possible for him at this point.

They were now in a long stretched out corridor. With several sections that contained closed off curtains. Several maids were moving back and forth as they worked at their own duties. The air was heavy with very sweet smells, so much so that Babble could start to taste them on his tongue without much effort.
"To think, I used to come here much more in the past." She begins to walk with him in tow. "Lets find you an empty bed."


Selakir

The maid takes hold of Selakir's hand, holding it softly. "No one is going to force such a thing on you." She begins to stroke along the young elf's fingers in an attempt to ease her. The other maid doing her best to finish with Selakir's hair as she worked undeterred. "If you wish to keep serving as you have all this time, then that is fine. The master is not one to force you into doing something that you are not at the very least capable of doing." The maid spoke through the small burned hole in her veil. Ruby colored lips, with pearly teeth danced along the seem as she talked. An odd point could be seen at the end of each and it was slowly becoming more obvious why many of the maids worse such veils while doing going about their work.

"Done" A voice rang out behind Selakir. She could feel a lite tug on the length of her hair as a pin was set to hold a loose braid in back. The maid holding her hand smiled as their task was complete "I am sure the Master will be pleased with you and rightfully so." The tallest of the maids leaned down to retrieve some items from the cart's bottom shelf. One was produced and shown to be a silver framed mirror that was held out for Selakir to take. The other was a small bottle of roiling amber fluid. A sweet smell emanating from the bottle showed that the contents must have been some sort of perfume.

"It is not my place to tell you the rules, or your place in our house." Releasing Selakir's hand, the maid stepped back so the elf could gauge herself and prepare. "When you are ready, I can take you to see the Master." She motioned towards the same side door that Kenner had used to leave earlier.
The other maids began to clean up their things and gather everything back onto the cart in preparation for returning back to their other duties.


Alexander

The young woman smiled back at Alexander as he raised to take her hand. Slightly giggling at how he was acting with the introduction. "I know, its rather jarring on the first day and dealing with the captain can be a chore all its own." She responded with a smile.
Her eyes turned down to her ribbon as Alexander asked if she played music. She responded with a nod only to add exception however "I do play if that is what you are asking. However my profession is that of an artist." She lifts her hand and begins to pull back on the left glove, revealing that she has tattoos covering every inch of flesh that Alexander can see. Possibly meaning the gloves were a way of maintaining decorum while moving about the house.

"The captain has requested that I take you to the see the twins and see if your instrument has been brought up from the lower levels. Its only a small walk from here as it is and I was going that way at the very least so I would appreciate the company."

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Alexander bowed his head a little, acknowledging that it was indeed jarring here. As she mentioned the captain his eyes raised to hers and he inhaled slowly. "He is a very particular man. I do not think I have met any like him before but like this place, I am sure I will get used to him." He was trying to sound more confident than he felt.

This place will allow you to create, to play..to sit and live in music. It will be alright... Alexander's thoughts were rife with anxiety.

His eyes went wide as Purna pulled on her glove and he caught a glimpse of her tattoos. He had never seen someone who allowed their skin to be used to that extent as canvas. he had questions but he reminded himself of the rules of decorum and kept them to himself.

"An artist. It would seem that Master Kenner favours the world of art in all aspects." Alexander hoped it was diplomatic enough. He had no patience for paint or other forms of expression. Music was all he knew, all he wanted. He knew that others saw other aspects of life as he did music even if he didn't understand it.

He perked up at the mention of his harp. "Yes, I am eager to see her unpacked and settled. I made need time later to oil the wood and check the strings but for now I long to touc-" He blushed and looked away as he realized how it might sound to her.

"For-Forgive me. I miss my instrument. At times it feels like an extension of myself, missing when I am not near it." Alexander felt the embarrassment wash over him.

Wishing to move on, he step in stride beside her. "How large is this place and how many reside here?"