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Annabelle James

My life is not my own, but I can live it to its fullest.

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

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"My life is not my own, but I can live it to its fullest."


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      ANNABELLE JAMES
      xAnna, Belle, Jamie few truly call her Annabelle
      AGE
      x Nineteen
      RACE
      xhuman

      ☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰
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      RIBBON
      XBlue
      THEME SONG
      XHalsey ✙ Control
      PERSONALITY TRAITS
      XRebellious ✙ Curious ✙ Clever
      XSnarky ✙ Charming ✙ Brave

      ☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰☰


      PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Annabelle has long hair black as pitch and light blue eyes with a hint of green. She's about 5'6" and slim. She has a natural grace about her when she doesn't focus on it, but otherwise she's absolutely clumsy. She has her mother's chin and her father's eyes. The tan she had as a child is gone now from her time indoors. Her eyes are almost always alive with thought whether its a joke or a clever comeback after someone insulting her. It's rare to see her beautiful smile, but it lights up her face.



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      LIKES AND DISLIKES: She does enjoy the finer things in life, though you'll rarely hear her admit to it. As a child she wanted to be the opposite of whatever her parents desired her to be. She wanted a choice. Now that they don't force the life on her, she is learning to enjoy the clothing and the jewels and the training of high society. She can often have a silver tongue though. She really does enjoy the sound of music. Sometimes when she plays the piano, she closes her eyes and allows her fingers to do what they please. Writing is a pain for her. She's glad she knows the skill, but dreads using it. She's aware of how stupid this fear is, but she fears lightning storms.

      SKILL AND ABILITIES: Though her training with her parents was slow and not complete, she has learned a few skills. She can write, play a pianoforte, and model clothing. She also has a touch of magic in her veins that she keeps to herself: the power to create illusions. This is her best kept secret for she has little control in her life and this is the one thing she can control. It is the one secret no one knows about in order to use it against her.

      HISTORY:Annabelle James was born into a well to do family. Her father was a skilled merchant and her mother designed clothing. They weren't nobles, but they weren't the poorest of commoners either. As the second eldest and only daughter to her parents, she was prepared for a life in another home. Meaning, she was prepped from the time of her birth to be married off to handsome and rich young men. She resisted the training as long as she could. Playing in the mud with her brothers, learning how to wield a sword over a pen, and other such "masculine" things.

      One wrong decision from her father, and her family lost nearly everything. The only commodity they thought they had left was their beautiful daughter. So, they offered her up to the master of Raven Home in hopes of gaining whatever they could be offered for her. Feeling cheated out of her life, she will rebel, but what she doesn't expect to happen--learning to accept her fate--will soon be a life she is to live.

      [sorry this is so short.]


So begins...

Annabelle James's Story

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Annabelle

The ride up from the front gate was somewhat eventful for the new arrival coming up the road, a young woman and the assistant of her own father fast approaching the house itself. Annabelle was still and watchful of the scenery outside as the weather had become bleak to say the least. It was now raining in the most honest sense and there was no light from the stars or moon, save for strange blast of thunder and lightning that came crashing through her window. The coach driver had already donned his heavy weather gear, somewhat perturbed by the fact he was the one stuck out in the cold and rain. The assistant looked at Annabelle and speaks, his short hair and lithe figure only emphasized by his quiet nature. Showing that he was not used to speaking, much less just being in charge of anything. "Miss Annabelle, I am not one to go against you're fathers wishes.. but I hear some strange tales about this place. Not many in the Crown are willing to even mention it by name, or not in decent company at least."

"I can say with assurance, that such a sight gives me many wrong feelings."
The sound of water pocking against the roof of the cab stops as soon as the driver brings it under the veranda before the front door and he takes the time to sling the water from his hat and coat as he pulls the horse around and parks. Several guards immediately approach the carriage, hands ready to arm themselves as the accost the driver and one stick the mask of his helmet almost against the glass of the cabs window. An act that seemed to nearly drain the assistant of his own soul as Annabelle could see him go flush in the face.

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Annabelle watched the rain dripped down the glass pane, lost in her thoughts. She was trying not to focus on where she was going or why. She had done a fairly good job of distracting herself. That is, until her father's assistant opened his mouth. She tensed at his words and her hands curled into fists. She continued to stare out the window, but she held her fist tight against her thigh. Oh, how she wanted to hit something, but a lady should never be moved to violence. And that's what she was here, at this dreadful place, to become. A lady.

They pulled under the veranda before the front door of the famous Raven Home and the rain ceased to create mind-numbing patterns. With a sigh, she unclenched her hand, the muscles aching and throbbing from being tensed. There were small crescent marks where her nails had dug deep into her skin. It probably would have been worse if they were still the jagged mess they were before her parents had her made over for this presentation. She was to become a member of the household... well a slave, but according to her parents a high value slave.

Men--guards--seemed to burst from the doorway like puss from a blister and came towards their carriage. One of them came so close as to nearly press the mask of his helmet against the glass. The sight filled her with panic and froze her blood. This was not a welcome party. At least, not one that she had been expecting. Her heart beat wildly between her ribs, but she didn't move. If they were to drag her from the carriage would she fight? There was no where to go, but here. If she was dragged, she wanted to at least maintain her dignity. For now, that was all she had left.

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Seth & Nadiya

Aemon looks at the bottle as Nadiya lays it down on the side of the desk and picks it up shortly after. "One moment" He adds as he reaches behind the desk and slides open the top most drawer, on the left side. To reveal to Nadiya a large brass bell held firm in its own felt block. It was a highly stylized thing, with a silver finish around the waist and a golden ball for its clapper. Aemon holds it by the wooden yoke and gives it a solid flick with his wrist. The bell resounds with a surprisingly sharp sound, one that calls out through the whole of the room and Seth could even hear a strange undertone that would otherwise go unnoticed by those with less an acute sense of hearing. Aemon lays the bell back on the top of the desk and proceeds to return to Seth's side, uncorking the top of the bottle in hand and motions for Nadiya to come closer.

"Alright, with how much cutting and bruising you have.. not to mention the arm itself. You will need about three drops and with that much, you will experience some side effects. Most of which are not really a problem save for one, you may experience some mild form of induced dreamlike state." He produces a dropper from the side of his satchel and draws out a small portion of the liquid in the bottle. Lifting Seth's chin lightly as he positions the dropper for him to imbibe from. Only to take the first liberty and let the first drop fall, landing it near center on Seth's tongue and the initial taste was enough to make the organ recoil as Seth got a sudden idea of what the liquid may be. The sweet taste and coppery taste was enough to give it away for him from the start as he immediately recognized it as blood and whether or not Aemon noticed a look of oncoming reluctance. He wrested Seth by the face, wrapping his large hand around almost his entire face and pressing the last two drops in before Seth could close his mouth. The reaction was enough to cause him to swallow the rest in response to having his face held so tightly and then he was released. "To be honest, everyone reacts differently to it. Though there are some similar cases to be see in all of those that do take it.. oh and don't be surprised if any old scars disappear in the next few days."

He lets Seth go as several knocks are rapped against the door frame behind them and only the two of them looked, leaving Aemon to keep his attention on Seth. The person standing there was one of the maids of the house, dressed in all the white and black dress. Her body was covered with a white shawl, that kept her identity covered and did not allow for even an inch of flesh to be seen. Aemon spoke and still kept his attention on his guest "Please head to the kitchen and find my two guest here a meal, something a bit more filling would be nice." She did not even speak, only a slight bow of her head and she was off, with the door shutting soundly behind her.

Annabelle & Petra

Several moments pass as the rain continues to fall out on the front lawn of the massive home and the guards pull away after checking the drivers paperwork and having a quick word from the assistant. One paired up at the door to the carriage and allowed her to exit, helping her down as she stepped. In retrospect at this point they were all more relaxed now and many of which had returned back to where they came from. Only two now remained as the assistant was lead away and Annabelle was taken inside as the large oaken doors began to swing wide. Letting her see the lavish front room of the house and the two bodies conversing near the fountain in the center of the room.

She was lead into the foyer and the guard with her was motioned for by one of the people at the fountain that she could see was wearing a similar uniform. The man leaned in to give his ear to the guard with Annabelle and when the two passed words he sent the first away. The woman with him looking at Annabelle with only scant passing interest for the time being. Only for the other guard, the only one in the room with no helmet on to speak up. "Lady Annabelle?.. Apologies, but we were not expecting you until tomorrow afternoon." He gave a slight bow with his posture and stared back at her. "I am Captain Stern, its a pleasure to make your acquaintance." As he looked back at her, she could see that despite being a man. His features were highly effeminate, such as plucked brows, styled hair and even the structure of his own face made him look more a woman than her.

Akhira

Faust looks at Akhira as she asked him what was to come for the time being as he began to wring his hands lightly and looked around the room for a moment. Only to place a hand on her shoulder and walk with her, only coursing her slightly as they moved. He lead her through the smithy she passed through before, only this time the woman from before was gone and the several sounds of work could be heard from a room beyond the forge. Faust looked down at her for a moment "I must be honest, it is good to see another one of my kin here. Despite your apprehension I hope you come to enjoy what it is you find in this place.. so many possibilities." He leads he through another set of doors on the opposite of the forge and into a dimly lit hallway. The pace they kept was slow as he trudged along and she was having to take two steps to keep up with one of his own. The smell of blood was strong here, so it must of been one of the causeways that they used to move a majority of the fighters around. "For now, I suggest you stow your anger and focus that potential into something more productive to your case. I would hate that Kenner might have to remove you from the house..." It was about this time that despite his relationship and position in the house, that Faust was not wearing a ribbon like all the others that she had seen. The only others that didn't wear theirs were the guards and even then it was not entirely a given for them as well.

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Annabelle allowed herself to be led into the Raven Home. As they moved through the doorway, she half expected some kind of feeling to rush over her of walking through a barrier. Something to remind her that she was not going to be leaving this place on her own and whenever she would like as she could at home. There was nothing there. The house was grand in a way she had expected and yet it was more than she ever imagined. There was a fountain at the center of the room and two figures stood there, conversing with one another. The man beckoned her guard to him and after exchanging a few words, the guard left her there. In a room with two strangers. Alone. Fantastic..

"Lady Annabelle?" he said, "Apologies, but we were not expecting you until tomorrow afternoon. I am Captain Stern, its a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He bowed to her, but the woman beside him wasn't much interested in her presence. Feeling a bit ruffled, she decided to give her the same treatment. She was not surprised to find that they were expecting her later when she had only found her father was giving her away just moments before the carriage arrived to take her away.

She was, however, taken aback by the beauty of the man. She curtsied before him, remembering her manners and training and said, "The pleasure is all mine, Captain Stern. I understand the feeling of being unprepared for my father didn't inform me of the change until moments before we were to leave the manor. I apologize for such an abrupt appearance."

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Petra gave a slight nod at Stern's statements and remarks. She had been taught by her teacher and read up some on Raven Home, but no one had actually been able to give any specific details or information about it. In truth it didn't matter to her then, and it barely mattered to her now; there was little anyone or anything could do to her that could possibly be worse than what she had already been through, or so she thought. "No, you're right Captain Stern, I do not understand much of what is really going on. I've been running from my end for a few years now, so I decided to see if anything else would come out of this. I was led to believe that the master of this...establishment dealt in slaves so I assumed that was what I was purchased for. If not as a slave, worker, or whatever Raven Home likes to call them, then I am just a little curious as to why I was brought here, through I suppose it does not matter."

As she responded, a second woman was brought in through the door. At first she only looked at her through the corner of her eye with barely any acknowledgement, then realized that she vaguely recognized the name and face of the new arrival. "Annabelle...Annabelle...Ah I think I do recognize you, through only in passing. Aren't you the daughter of that family who tried to expand their network and marry in the Malachs? I don't remember all that much, but I think my oldest brother was gloating about how he was stringing you all along and would take everything anyways. Or maybe it was a little different, it was hard to pay attention while the gaolers did their best to make me confess to a crime." Petra gave a small bitter laugh and then gave an unsettling grin at Annabelle. "I guess someone in the family still carried it out, since if it makes you feel better, Idid stick a knife in him as I left. Or did he not die?"

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Annabelle flinched at the name Malach. Indeed, the eldest son had cheated her father out his money. He promised to help their business expand, but never delivered. She stared at the other girl now. Yes, she was definitely a Malach, but what was she doing here? There was something about the set of the girl's shoulders and eyes that said she was tired and had definitely lead a hard life recently. She searched her mind for a name to go with the face. Penny? Patricia?

"Petra Malach," she replied with a nod, her eyes glittering. "Oh, he's dead. But not before he cheated my family out of almost everything we had. That's part of why I'm here." She lowered her voice in disdain, color rising on her face in regret. "One less mouth to feed." She also wasn't beautiful enough to get a rich man to propose so here she was in this house full of secrets and known for it's slaves. Her next words fell from her mouth before she could think, "What brings you here, then?"

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Petra & Annabelle

Stern was quick to see that the two woman were at least getting along with some ease, though he could see that there was some form of latent tension in the air as well. Though from the fact that the two words they came from were normally a clashing aspect, or their own personalities were not such a clean match was yet to be seen. He clapped his hands together in what could be described as a form of excitement and smiled. "Its good to see that the two of you are getting along so well, not to mention a common interest. Its not usual that such a thing happens with new arrivals and I am at least glad I could be of assistance." Stern replaces his helmet and unlatches the mask from behind his sword before hooking it to the mount on his helmets frame. An action that further removed him from the look of the other guards.

His helmet was made of an entirely different metal and the girls eyes could possibly peg it out as platinum, an extremely rare metal in this day and age. Not to mention that the left face was covered in swerving golden stems, made to look as though they were rose petals. It was off putting however that when the mask was off his face, the mask was entirely hollow and its eyes did not bar sight. However as he placed it upon his head, the eyes of the mask darkened and keep them both from seeing into the helmet, no matter their proximity or angle.

"For now though, I think its time I take the two of you to you're rooms and have you get a good nights rest. Master Kenner is rather keen on keeping a tidy schedule and I believe tonight has already thrown enough wrenches in that gear for the time being." He beckoned for the two girls to follow him as he began to walk down the hall leading away from the front door of Raven Home.

Seth & Nadiya

At the maid lead the two down a southern facing hall, they both could smell an immense amount aroma coming to meet them and it was easy to tell that they were now somewhere near the kitchen. Because the smell of fresh food being cooked was still in the air and some rather pungent spices were now in the air. The maid offered them a door and allowed them to move through. What was before them seemed to be a formal meeting room, with very lax decorations and a singular table in the middle with two lamps on both opposite sides of the room. This kept the room well lit, though it was easy to see that the light in the room was somewhat lower in intensity than many of the others.

The maid on the other hand disappeared through another door on the far edge as she beckoned them to sit and as they both did, Seth was quick to notice the wounds on his left arm were now gone. Closed without a sensation to indicate so and even a small scar that once dotted his elbow was now gone, leaving him only the memory of such an event. He did not have time to share this face with Nadiya in fact, seeing as an eruption of noise came from beyond the door that the maid had taken and a voice quickly followed. "Are you kidding? I tell them all the time.. no off hour orders, its hard enough being in charge for the meals of over three thousand people. But no... I have to cater to whoever missed their meal.. go.. get going." the voice was that of a woman's and soon the two were somewhat caught off guard with several crashing noises were following the flow of the conversation. Not to mention several loud metallic clashing sounds that proceeded as well.

Seth could smell a meal approaching and as he focused on the door in the back, the maids form began to push through with plates in hand. Aside from that though, that was not what drew the attention of the two. Instead it was the steak skewer that was sticking out of the poor woman's face, creating a very clean hole in the from of her veil and held secure by its lodging. Though it seemed that the maid was not bothered by this fact, instead all she did was approach the table and place the two plates in from of the two. Leaving them both to be dumbstruck with her condition while she turned to away and fixed them both a glass of tea. Only returning when she was done and placing them next to each respective plate, as a maid doing her proper work should do. She gave a slight bow before stepping back against the wall and stopping, as it was obvious she was waiting for the two to finish. The implement still jutting from the face of her veil, no blood, no discomfort to be found on her form.

The meals were rather decent, though it was easy to discern that it was the cooks prerogative to make them as such. A kind of pheasant, with cranberry sauce and mixed vegetables. Along with two sweet rolls and a small glass bowl of melted butter sitting between them both.

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Before Petra could answer her question, Captain Stern clapped his hands, immediately capturing her attention. He requested that they followed him to their rooms. She stared a moment at the strange mask he wore. It seemed incredibly expensive, even for a captain of the guard, and more beautiful than any mask she'd ever seen. The golden blossoms looked strangely real even though they were made out of gold. She desperately wanted to reach out and touch it, but kept herself from doing so. At least that's one up side to this whole mess of a situation. She thought, "I can finally have some nice things of my own. However true, there was little feeling behind the thought.

She straightened her dress and brushed off the skirts as if standing there caused dust to gather on the fabric, held her head high like she was taught, and followed behind him. " Also, will we be meeting Master Kenner tonight or tomorrow morning?"

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Petra & Annabelle

Stern looks back at the two as they all walk down the hall, several of the house attendants moving back and forth through their path. "Well that would normally be the case when things go well in the day, however the master is busy dealing with some disciplinary functions at the moment and I do know that there is going to be a gathering of all the new faces tomorrow." He scratches the underside of his chin as he talks, keeping step with the others. "All of these new and fascinating faces... It makes me miss the old days when such a high daily intake was normal." The group entering the central concourse of the house, its rotund shape and large spiraling stairs letting high amounts of foot traffic move, without being impeded by one another. Many of which were the house maids, switching different shifts and making their way through the house at a quick pace. Stern looks back over his shoulder and addresses the two with him "I do have one word of caution for you, especially since the two of you are new arrivals. If anyone offers you something, such as a deal or a trade of some sort. I suggest not taking it.. there are plenty of members here that are quite keen to take advantage of newer individuals."

After the three make their way through the concourse and into the latter end of the hall, Stern stops at a length of doors that lead to the elevator at the far end and he stopped. "These rooms are just for tonight, though I do suggest when you get it.. don't hesitate to make yourselves at home. If your still hungry, a bell can be found in the top of the desk near your bed. One sound wring and all you have to do is give your request to the maid that comes along." He gives the two of them a slight bow and heads towards the elevator at the end of the hall, bidding the girls farewell for the time being.

Akhira

After a short distance, there came a scent so sweet to Akhira's nose that it was nearly overpowering. Like she was sticking her head into a beehive for the first time, on the apatite of a hungry bear. The smell causes her to crane here head for a moment in order to catch more of the aroma wafting through the hall and Faust catches the look that passes over her. "You like that? The fighters have their own kitchen and thanks to the apatite of our cook, we always have more than enough to eat." He leads her through a door on the edge of the hall and it opens to a large dinning area with three large, elongated tables. Dishes covering covering a majority of the first and seats circling the adjoining two. Glistening meats and breads, surrounding with coils of fruits and large cups, made for similarly large hands it seemed. Picking up one of the cups and taking a deep swig of the drink inside, Faust looked back at Akhira. "Go ahead, feast.. its late and I'm sure you can use something to eat before night comes. Besides, your a member of the house now and this is just as much your as it is ours.." Even though the room was large and the food was abundant, Akhira could see that some others had been there in the time before she and Faust had arrived. Several plates sat at the end of the nearest table, with spent bones and fruit husk. Several maids in the middle of cleaning the area of the last meals revelry.

Luna

Kenner looks down at Luna as she takes to her feet, a sly look sitting on the edge of his face as he eyes her with a wry smile. "Oh.. how quaint, looks like your horns have finally come in. Am I to take this as a sign that you've thrown away your humanity at last? I mean that doesn't really bother me in the least, I could always find a place for you in such a case." He looks down and skims the edge of the helmet in his hands as he gives Chlorra a short glance. "But such an appeal is going to fall on def ears, seeing the evidence stacked against you're case." He holds the helmet aloft and strikes the rim with a sound hit of his finger, causing a flat tone to wring out into the room. In response the door shuts behind Luna and the lights begin to dim as a form takes place near the center of the room. It was the form of a guard, buckling his armor, comprised of ashen smoke. Moving in a slow haze as he began to get his gear straight and finally taking a moment to put his helmet on.

Only for another form to enter from the opposite side of the room and it was easy to discern who's form it was, despite the slight haze. Luna's hair and eyes were more than enough of a badge to betray her quick movement's as she descended upon the back of the guard, taking him down with a quick ferocity and a severe gleam in her eyes. The two images dissolved into nothingness as soon as the guards head was split with a second strike and lights lifted to show Luna a stern resolve in the face before her.

"I never will understand why my hospitality is turned down.. but I guess its just my nature to not know such things."

It was at that moment that Luna realized she had missed something, the fact that Chlorra was not within her view. She had sneaked away in her usual fashion and now she could feel a strong sense of tension building in her spine. As if something were building to a bursting point. The feeling boiled over when she felt an incredibly strong grip take hold of her from behind. She tries to spring from the hold, but there is a strength holding her the like of which she had never known. She looks on at Kenner, who's expression remains unchanged as he gazes back. "I leave her to you my dear and with some hope Luna, you may just escape." Luna feels the cold touch of Chlorra's mask on the side of her face as the dark woman hugs her, holding tighter than even the most dire of lovers and she begins to feel a slick, wet feeling against her back.

As she looks over her shoulder, craning her neck as hard as she can. It becomes apparent that she is becoming part of the woman behind her, as now most of her hind quarters are being consumed by Chlorra's midsection. Small tendrils of dark ooze pooling forward as they writhe around Luna's legs and coil around her arms to hold as tight as the rest of the experience. Her struggling become lesser as more and more of her body disappears into the dark depths of wherever it is she is going. Soon only her head remained, jutting from below the crux of Chlorra's sternum, like some weird growth. With both hands held tightly over her face to push her in as Kenner's face finally showed some sign of a sombre note. Only for the silence to be broken by the dark woman's twisted voice as Luna's world became dark. "I think your going to be my favorite..."

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Annabelle looked around the halls as they walked and made mental notes of all the turns, how many doors, etc. She wasn't planning on escaping, but if the need ever arose to hide, she would need to know these details in case she got lost or... someone made sure she was lost. She nearly snorted at the idea of accepting an offer from anyone in the house, trade or otherwise. The only deal she planned on making with anyone who lived in the home was with Master Kenner. Whomever he instructed her to deal with after that, she would do so with little question. The questions would still be there though.

When they stopped at her room, she made notes on how far the door was down the corridor, how many doors, etc so she would know where it was. It was a big manner house and she knew there were more than ordinary people inside. Being lost in here was not an option she wanted to pursue. She opened the door and stepped inside, marveling at how grand it was. The bed looked so comfortable she was sure she could sleep for a week. She turned and bowed a little at the Captain and Petra, bid them goodnight before shutting the door behind her.

It was a big room, though she was sure there were bigger with an adjoining bathing chamber and some comfy chairs to lounge in. She caught sight of the bell on the table and immediately ignored it. She couldn't imagine eating right now. It was still raining outside and she could hear the soft pattering on the glass of the window behind the curtains. She laid back on her bed, surprised at how exhausted she felt as she was so nervous to meet the man that would change the course of her life forever. She closed her eyes and focused on the sound of the rain and was soon carried off to sleep.

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Petra raised her eyebrow at Annabelle's forwardness and question, but she was prevented from responding by Stern.As they began walking, the captain continued talking to them and droned on about the diversity and history of Raven Home before warning them about making any deals or transactions with other inhabitants. She gave a small grin at this; her family would most definitely enjoy living here. At the same time she wondered with interest of how Annabelle would survive in this place if the incompetence of her father ran in the family. "Thank you for your advice Captain Stern, I will be sure to keep it in mind." Eventually they arrived at the rooms for the night and began parting ways. Returning Annabelle's bow with a curt nod of her head, she stepped into her own room and closed the door. It was a decent room, smaller than the one she had been raised in for the first half of her life, but still somehow more inviting than her childhood room. The bell that Stern promised sat on the table, and she briefly considered using it before deciding that it was too late to eat and there wasn't much she wanted at the moment. Looking around the room, she found a mirror and took of the cloth covering her missing eye and stared at the empty hole; in just a few years since she originally left home, she had a missing eye, ragged countenance. and a desire to die. For now , the Raven Home had sparked enough curiosity to spark a small flame in her again, but she did not know how long that would last. After cleaning her eye and retying the cloth, she decided to sit on one of the chairs and look out the window into the storm outside until she dozed off. Who knows, maybe tomorrow's meeting with the 'Master Kenner' would be able to give some meaning to all of this mess.

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Character Portrait: Luna Marquise Grimm Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Babble Character Portrait: NPC - Raven Loft Character Portrait: Nadiya Darzi Character Portrait: Akhira Character Portrait: Seth Crysta Character Portrait: Petra Malach Character Portrait: Annabelle James
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And so the night grew dark and cold, with the rest of the house whirring itself to sleep like the massive clock that it was. Many of the new members were sent to temporary settings for the night, while the rest of the house went about its usual duties. Only for the next day to come at its own pace, with the rain lasting through the night and into the early morning. Ending when the sun finally broke the clouds above head and each member were awoken by the sounds of knock being wrapped on their door. Each of them greeted by a guard of the house and allowed time to prepare for the morning before being asked to follow. Each brought to the central stair of the house and lead up until the stairs opened into a massive room, lined with stone and pillars. Forming what looked to be a forum of the ancient world. Vast amounts of padded seating, surrounding a singular stage that was elevated for all of the circling seats to bare witness and there on that stage stood Kenner and Chlorra both.




Kenner stood on the stage with Chlorra off to his side, her form sitting perched on a singular stool near the circles center. As her master lightly paced back and forth as the last of the new house members were lead in and sat down, his calm smile keeping them all appraised. Only when Akhira was lead in and the other guards lead away, did they shut the large stone door that now was apparently the only way in and out of this room, did Kenner speak. "Welcome everyone.. to the circus. This place is were everyone of importance gathers in times of crisis to have their own voice heard. So I believe it is best to perform my own kind of orientation for any new members of the house, as well as letting each of get to see the faces of your new family."

"I am Kenner and I am the lord of this house, all begins and ends with my word."

Chlorra stood and placed a hand on his shoulder for a moment and the two shared a short gesture before she approached the group and her voice began to fill the room. "Like it or not, all of you are now property of this home. However there is no problem with that, despite how the rest of the country is cramming their rhetoric down the throats of the current populace. A place shall be found for you and a life shall be forged from this place that not only will benefit you, but any you may serve in the future. In fact, there are many who serve here in Raven Home that are now free.. because they served dutifully." She holds out a finger in exposition and displays it as if it were a warning. "Breaking the rules of the house are punishable offenses, however if you betray this family... then it is something worse that awaits you." She rubs a hand over her stomach as she says this, like a woman cradling new life that sits and waits. Kenner walks up behind her and reaches around her waist, holding her in a loving display for the group to see.

"Simple rules for a simple system.. do not harm another member of this house and do not steal from another member of this house. This includes lying before any of you are going to be inclined to ask." He walks around Chlorra before addressing the whole group more closely."Are there any question before we begin."

Luna

The sensation of what Luna just experienced was enough to keep her down and out for some time. Though its hard for her now to understand if what happened to her, caused her to faint or merely fall asleep. She was coming out of it now and the world was beginning to come into view. A gigantic column of light was shining down, far in front of her for what seemed to be several miles away. This light illuminated a large mass of land that was simply floating in front of her, something that seemed to like an island. With streams of water and vast amounts of lush vegetation siting on its sprawling land. She would try to reach out for the vision, but realize that her arms were not able to do so and in fact, neither were her legs able to move. She looked down to see that her body was nearly entirely embedded in the side of a massive tree. She could see that it extended down for what seemed to be an eternity and when looking up, the top went on for just as far. Being consumed at both ends by unending darkness that she could barely pierce with her own focused vision.

Her eyes scanned the region around her and she could see that the island in the center was being encircled by thousands of trees just like the one she was stuck within and if she tried. Her eyes could make out similar forms protruding from the sides of the others, some flailing and screaming unheard voices. Others so quiet and motionless, it was hard to gather if their were even alive. Her attention was seized when a large dark bird came crashing down on a nearby limb, the flap of its wings brushing her face with stale air and dust.

The bird was like that of a large crow, with slick black feathers and a dark ash beak. Its dark crystal like eyes looking deeply into Luna's as it spoke, using a voice that she could all too easily recognize as Chlorra's. "Good morning little horn and welcome to the island."

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Annabelle woke to a soft knock at her door. She groaned, exhausted from the day before. To her, it seemed, she had merely shut her eyes before the knock sounded. With bleary eyes she gazed about her dark room. What time was it? The knock came once more only it had increased in volume and someone called her name. "Just a minute" she called horsley. She waked to her window and pulled back the curtains. Immediately regretting it, she closed them in order to block out the bright sun as it lit up the world and bounced off glass and metal in the city. She looked around the room and found a green dress laid out for her on the ottoman. It was soft to the touch and light. A nice spring dress, Annabelle would've guessed.

She dressed as quickly as she could and combed her fingers through her hair. It was still a bit of a mess and, under normal circumstances, she wouldn't appear before the master looking like this, but these were not normal circumstances. She sighed and went to the door where a servant was waiting to escort her. She thought about asking where they were going, but decided to stay quiet. Her stomach growled and she silently hoped it was to breakfast. Unfortunately, they had passed the dining room (or what looked like the dining room) and continued until they reached a rather large room full of pillars. There were comfy looking chairs and a large stage on one side of the room. There were others there already including two people on the stage, a man and woman, both beautiful and graceful. Her stomach was in knots as the room grew quiet and the man began to speak.

She wasn't entirely surprised to find the man to be Master Kenner, but the woman beside him... was she his wife? He seemed to adore her and it warmed Annabelle's heart a little to see. A man who loves a woman like that, to be so gentle, has to be a good man. Maybe the rumors were wrong? Then the words hit her. Something worse? What was worse? Annabelle was sure it was many things, but the way she spoke frightened the girl just a little bit.

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Seth awoke to a loud knock at his door. At first, his eyes were nearly glued shut. He barely managed to open them, and when he did, it felt like someone was trying to force them closed by hand. It took enormous effort just to keep them open and stay awake. Where am I? he wondered. Everything that happened the day before was a blur to him, like a dream. He couldn't grasp what had happened. However, the moment he tried to move pain shot throughout his body at various levels of strength and he began to remember what had happened. His attackers showing up at some mansion, being helped to some sort of infirmary, being treated, and being fed. A face popped up at almost every memory that came to mind about yesterday, and it made him want to smile. It was a soft, warm face of a very kind woman.

He was broken free from his thoughts as someone knocked once again. He sat up to try to answer and immediately regretted it. His whole body was insanely sore. Maybe it was too much to ask for a little bit of blood to heal someone, who was so close to death that it was breathing down their neck, back to full health instantly. Surely there was some kind of price to pay for getting your health back. Presumably, in this case, it was intense pain. Eventually, a third knock forced him to power through the pain and stand, walking to the door awkwardly and opening it. The moment he turned the handle, he opened it about 8 inches before slamming it, apologizing loudly for how rude he was. He forgot that he went out his window the night before without clothes on to sit in the rain, a common practice of his. He tried to find something to dry his hair and some clothes to put on, which he found a set that looked oddly like what he would normally wear. After putting it on, he opened the door again, this time ready to go. He couldn't help but feel awkward on the trip all the way to a large room with many seats and a rather big stage. He never got a chance to see the guards face, but he was sure they were scowling at him....

Once he reached the large room, there were many people already inside. They ranged in appearance, not many looking like another. Scanning them, he did not see the girl from earlier and he was very sad to say the least. His ears drooped and his head hung low before his nose and ears twitched. He looked up and spotted the girl this time! He was so happy that his tail wagged and he almost started to pant, though he refused to do something so embarrassing in front of all these people; He managed to catch himself as he started to. But his tail, he could not stop. He was too delighted. When she looked in his direction, he gave a shy wave, hoping to be seen, but a little more apprehensive and shy than last night since the drug had worn off.... he was a little bit less open and more afraid. She was the equivalent of a loving mother or sister in his situation; never in his life had anyone been so kind, and now he didn't know how to react to it.

But before anything could really happen between them, the man in the middle of the room spoke up and his gaze shifted to him instantly. The man looked calm and kind. However, Seth hated him almost the moment he saw him. He couldn't understand his own distaste for the man. Why did he hates someone he had never met before? Was there something about him that made his instincts scream, trying to tell Seth something about him? He had a scent that seemed average among human men, he sounded like a normal man, he looked normal, he hadn't felt or tasted him but he was fairly sure that those sense would tell him he was normal too, so why? Then he noticed the woman next to him. It wasn't Kenner, the master he had learned he was, that he hated. It was the woman. She was practically radiating evil. Seth didn't know about his mother so he was unaware why he could tell, but because of his mother, he could sense the evil. Not just from her, but from within her too. What was in her, though, he couldn't possibly know. Only that she was giving off hate, lust, death and many more things that he did not like. He decided it would be best to avoid that woman if at all possible for now. The man, he decided, did not deserve his dislike as his opinion of him changed once he knew what he felt and where to direct his negativity. He listened quietly throughout his introduction to his new family.....

"Wait, family!?!?" Seth never knew what it was like to have one and was blown away.... this could be the experience of a lifetime for him. He covered his mouth and tried to hush his words as best as he could while Kenner continued on.... "Sorry," he whispered quietly, "my bad....."

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Akhira yawned wearily as she followed the guard in front of her, trying to not appear interest in anything as she didn't have the most the restful sleep. This was mostly due to her pride as the night before, she didn't eat the food that had been provided. She instead sat and waited until she wasn led her to her room. Where she had taken one look at the bed and grabbed the blankets and pillows to make a nest on the floor at the far corner of the room. She then fell into a restless sleep.

Much to her surprise, woke to hear someone knocking on the door. It had taken her awhile to shrug off the blankets and open the door, but she did and immediately Guards then began to lead her away, not giving her a chance to even change her clothes. Not that she cared about how others saw her, especially how she looked in the mornings since being beautiful something she never to had to try to be, she just was always beautiful. If anything, she was more adorable looking in the mornings anyways. Perhaps it was her size or her sapphire eyes, but she did look more like a pre-teen human that glowed life. What terrible misfortune for those that would think it to be heavenly to pat her head, thinking she may bestow them with a cute and adoring look in return.

Not minding how others saw her, Akhira grumbled out growls when she was led to a sort of stage room, where upon Kenner appeared with that... Witch and began to speak. It was hard for her to listen to his speech while also taking in the sight of... the others... (She could never think of them as family or even friends.)

Although she was pretty good at ignoring the other beings and trying to keep her stomach from grumbling... She did however notice dog-boy from earlier, as well as the insect that had gotten in her way earlier.

Akhira began to make her way to them... and yet... there were others in her way... Particularly a female human in a green dress. Akhira hummed out a low purr and her scales on her head shimmered softly and before she could even speak a word, she was interrupted by dog-boy. "Wait, family!?!?" This was quickly followed by an apology from him and Akhira finally caught all of the words that Kenner had been speaking.

She turned sharply, and glared fiercely at him. Her heart was being wrenched about just then. She had no family and she didn't want a family, muchless be a part of one. It was insane. She couldn't even stand that... mistress witch of his and now he thinks they can just become a family?! A low growl was working its way up her throat and much to her credit, was able to stop it from turning into a snarl. Great, just great.

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Babble

The night passed. As usual this was one of those nights where Babble wasn't tired enough to get any sleep. Ordinarily it was because he could constantly hear everything rattling on around him, so much snoring. In this case it was because he was squished into a box. This effect resulted in an amplification in power as ordinarily he was spread too thinly to maintain this level of prescience. As it was even the sound of the blood squishing about in his veins would of been maddening, more so than usual.

Thankfully he was able to maintain a powerful zone of silence with his magnified control over the sound within this small area. The silence was a result of his sound meeting the waves at equal length and height, cancelling both sounds out. While this meant Babble could live in a bubble of beautiful silence this also meant he needed to maintain it in order to preserve this precarious peace he built. Such is what he did throughout the entire night. He simply sat on the ground, his eyes closed as he let his mind empty of all thoughts. The only thing that remained was his concentration as it maintained the Golden Sound.


When the guards approached his door he did not hear them knock. When the guards entered his room he did not hear them approach. When the guards picked him up by his arms and dragged him from the room he did not hear them trying in vain to talk through the Golden Sound. As he approached the hall he couldn't hear the guards fussing over matters such as how could they not speak or that strange feeling which had crawled into their bodies.

The human body is accustomed to the sound pressure from latent sound present from all around. It relies on sound for a number of functions both emotional and physiological. The first sensation to of effected the guards was a feeling of something softly squeezing their heads. It was by no means harmful but definitely disconcerting. Without even the noises their own bodies constantly made, noises that are ordinarily drowned out by the overlaying background audio that is life, the instruments in their ears started straining to no avail. The fluid which determined their balance was now askew somewhat making their walking awkward. The body constantly uses sound to assist in physically navigating environments. As such this experience wasn't even just like going deaf. It was akin to being sealed in a true vacuum, only with gravity performing normally and they could still breath.


Needless to say both guards were quite unhappy overall. They were eager to be rid of Babble, shoving him in quite brusquely so as to put as much distance between them and him as possible. He couldn't blame them. There wasn't any reason to blame them either. He didn't care. Casual cruelty was practically kindness compared to the state of which he was accustomed to.

With the guards having escaped the oppressive silence to return into normality all that was left was Babble, the people and Kenner... Oh yes and Chlorra. It would be hard to forget her, especially after what she did. Not only did he remember what she had done but he was trapped in it's effect even now. Stuck like a moth in a spider's web all he could do was cocoon himself in hope of putting something between him and the wages the world would have on his poor mind.


Distantly he could hear the howling noise. Even with his power condensed as it was the sound of Kenner's being was still louder than Babble's Golden Sound. As far as any other sounds were concerned there was just a perfect field of absolute silence around him, eliminating all noise up to the distance set for him by Chlorra. Kenner's voice was also distant, like the howling which accompanied him always as far as he knew, and he could hardly make out what the words were. He tried to listen but at the same time he knew if he lowered his silence the power of Kenner's voice would cut right through him. He hadn't the skill nor the confidence to adjust the silence around him with any measure of delicacy. The techniques he used before were still the same but it was like going from wielding a sledgehammer to wielding a teaspoon. If he used the same amount of effort to manipulate the field as he used to he'd wind up switching right over from silent to even more loud which he was fairly sure would hurt him greatly.

So with his Golden Sound keeping him safe he sat cross legged on the floor in between the seats, looking up at the stage while waiting for something resembling a command or perhaps a creative new punishment for Babble. After all, what else was Babble good for except for hurting? That was how the world was, simply enough.


As for everyone else he couldn't hear where they even where let alone what they were saying. His eyes were transfixed on Kenner in the hopes that some sort of message might come across so he couldn't even see what the other members of this new family he didn't even know had formed looked like. He just sat there, still clad in the bloodstained straitjacket and patient's pants he arrived in. His arms were wrapped around his body, not tethered by any means but each arm was tucked under each armpit nonetheless. He was simply staring, mouth flat in a dull line without expression. His eyes were looking with their deep dark circles underneath from all the sleep he never had.

Out of them all none looked like more of a prisoner than he and he didn't just look like one.

I am one.

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The sudden knock at the door made Petra wake up with a start, and she immediately attempted to grab a weapon. After a brief moment of panic, Petra remembered where she was now and began to calm down. " I will be right out in a little while." she replied to the knocker. It seemed to satisfy them since they stopped knocking, so Petra got out of the chair and groped her way around the room. At some point during the night, someone had put in a change of clothes and an eye patch out for her to wear, and this made Petra nervous and a little frightened. This meant that there was someone or something skilled enough to make it into her room without alerting her, and could easily have killed her. Of course, Petra reasoned to herself, perhaps she was just getting tired of having knee jerk reactions and was getting sluggish and fatigued. She didn't pay attention to what the clothing that had been given to her was since she doubted it mattered; if the master of the house wanted her to wear them she would, there was no point in testing the waters on something so little. With one last look in the mirror to adjust her eye patch, Petra opened the door and was led through the rooms and halls until she arrived in a room with an assortment of other people and...things. The guard left her to her own devices and she scanned through the faces until she recognized the James girl--Anna-something was it? Walking up besides Annabelle, Petra decided to have a little fun in the morning. Resting an arm on Annabelle's shoulder, she asked the person she presumed to be the legendary Master Kenner, "Oh I do just have one question Master Kenner, if I may. What exactly could possibly be worse than death, or what some of us have already faced?" She suppressed a grin and looked very seriously at Kenner, wondering if he would give an answer that would unsettle Annabelle and other less..composed indivuals in the room. Still, she was starting to feel a very unsettling feeling of her from both Kenner and the woman next to him. Both were likely powerful mages, if the stories were true, and mages who abused their power for their own end.

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Character Portrait: Luna Marquise Grimm Character Portrait: Safiya Isren Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Babble Character Portrait: NPC - Raven Loft Character Portrait: Nadiya Darzi Character Portrait: Seth Crysta Character Portrait: Petra Malach Character Portrait: Annabelle James
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As the question left Petra, Kenner was at her side of the platform and ready to answer. The look on his face showing a certain amount of enjoyment that she was able to ask in the first place, or for the fact that she had the nerve to do so as quickly as she did. "Give it some time around the house and I believe you will see more than enough of what I am talking about."
Kenner looked on at the group as he smiled and rubbed his hands together at the responses he managed to illicit. Walking to a small sway in his step as he reached the outer edge of the platform and gleamed over the others, giving a small clap in a moment of torpid excitement. "I had hoped that all of you could be here this morning, however its unfortunate that more than one has had confinement made necessary. It is good however that a majority are able to continue with the proceedings, as usual there is always one or two that make the transition difficult." He gives Akhira a small sideways glance before returning his view to the who group and Chlorra can be heard behind him, issuing a lurid array of giggles. As the two of them shared a moment of comedy between one another, a fact that Akhira was more than aware of emanated from her own expense.

"I do have some rather high hopes as to how you will all choose to acclimate to life in this home of ours. So little is it that we manage to get such new blood in from time to time and I can say with assurance that the others will be happy for the new faces as well." He adds a finger to his words, as if to point out a fact for the others to take in. "I will tell you this however, seeing that several of you are not entirely safe for the household.. do not be surprised if you see guards shadowing your movements through the house."

"It is merely just a precaution and nothing more than that."



Chlorra says nothing as Kenner explains this, shrugging lightly as Seth catches her in his view. Only for Kenner to continue speaking "You will all have a few minutes to converse between one another here, before the bell tolls and the days activities begins."

Luna

The dark bird leans over Luna's shoulder as she was only able to adjust the angle of her neck and head "This place is mine little demon, a virtual home away from home if you will." The bird spoke, echoing forth voices that belonged to Chlorra.
It was then that Luna could tell that the bird itself was not entire correct in his shape, in fact the whole form was misshapen and unnatural for something that a normal creature would have. Twisted joints, crooked bones and feathers that were more than likely made from a pitch colored goo that clung to its body. The idea of how this creature could even hold flight was beyond her at the present moment. Then again she was suspended within a tree that had either no end or beginning, in a void surrounding a lush island. So it was possible that reality took side coach to everything else here.

"You have been put here as punishment for killing a member of the house.. despite the fact he will not remain gone forever. I was tasked with giving you a small test and if you pass the test, you go free."

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Akhira was irritated by everything here, and she couldn't tell if it was just because she was starving or perhaps, if maybe, this really was happening. Having gotten caught for the first time in and seeing that her captor was quite, quite, capable of keeping her encaged was making her really question this reality. Yet, she knew it was all real despite her shock, that this place was as real as she was and that she was now apparently stuck in this brick cage made to play house with... these others... Her sapphire gaze fell onto those around, and lastly on that... that Bruja.

Akhira could vaguely hear Nadiya, that insect from before, question Kenner. She tried not lose her cool since she also knew that she would be one of those that would be shadowed by guards. How could she not know this? Especially since Kenner said it as jab meant for her to hear.

She growled, and could feel the faint feeling of the scales on her head changing color. They looked more jagged than usual as the color was lightened to that of grey stone. Her teeth were sharper now, since the entire situation was making the hair on her neck stand on edge. She was glaring at Kenner, I am no slave. She snapped her teeth like she would had she been in her true shape and there was an audible snap of fangs slicing through the air. Challenging was her gaze and thus, another memory slid into her mind.

The two dragons above her clashed and twisted in mid-air both grabbing onto each other with their claws, their heads snapping for the others neck. The sound of such beastly creatures battling in the storm, was horrendous. A flash of red flame illuminated the dark foreboding clouds a bloody hue. Everything was wet, as the rain fell down as a a hawk would its prey, making the mud beneath her squelch as she ducked down into the trees, her sapphire eyes on the fight above her.


If only... The memory made her feel bitter and nostalgic, letting her drop her defenses for a mere second on which the guards seemed to press into her. She came back from the inside of her head to see that everyone was gathering near Chlorra. She was being pressured into following the flow of the current conversation. She surprisingly submitted to the situation and seemed to have her flame dimmed down by a sudden sadness.