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Babble

"Silence is golden."

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

Description

Name: Babble
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Race: Human / Sound Elemental
Height: 4'9"
Weight: 98 lbs

Appearance:

His emaciated form is rather gaunt, making him very light and frail. Standing at only four feet nine inches tall and weighing only ninety eight pounds doesn't help either. He has perpetual deep dark circles under his eyes from a chronic lack of sleep. His short, straight, coal black hair is constantly disheveled and his grooming habits have suffered quite a bit ever since he lost his hands. His skin is a sickly pale white due to how little sunlight he sees on top of his malnutrition. On top of all that his body and limbs are a litany of scars, all inflicted with surgical precision and purpose.

He dresses in whatever is given to him. If left to dress himself then it's largely a gamble as to what he'll come out wearing as his fashion sense is not one of his keener senses.

One peculiarity to note is that ever since the incident where he lost his hands he has never opened his mouth to actually speak. He almost never uses his own voice whenever he talks, always someone else's.

Personality:

He's a whole bag of nuts.

To say he is strange would be an understatement. When he talks he doesn't always stay on topic, often going into outright babble. He hears everything within a wide distance around him whether he likes it or not unless he uses his powers to counteract his passive sound reception. He has a fascination with the way words sound like they do and will tend to play with their sound. When it comes to obedience he'll follow commands when magically compelled but if he's asked to do something and magic isn't used to compel him it's largely a gamble as to whether or not he'll do what he's told.

His tolerance for pain is enormous. After years throughout his entire life of non-stop agony of endless varieties he's rather unintimidated by most forms of torture. That is not to say he'll throw his life away needlessly, he's conscious of the concept of mortality. Whether or not he'll yield to threats largely depends on both how capable and how willing he believes the person issuing the threats to be when it comes to killing him.

He holds very little actual malice towards people in general despite how awfully he's been treated in the past. He'll only hurt someone else if he or someone he cares about is in danger and even then he'll avoid killing if it is at all possible. He usually restrains himself to simply incapacitating or dissuading his opposition with intensely painful sounds.

Above all else he loves the golden noise. When he is able to he just likes to sit in absolute silence, no sounds around. This is only possible for him by producing the golden sound, a sound which can destroy all other sounds yet has no sound of it's own. One day he hopes that he can strengthen his powers to an extent where he can cast the golden noise across the entire world, destroying all sound and putting an end to communication forever. He believes once people lose the crutch that is talking society can begin to be more honest with itself, expressing ideas and emotions through actions instead of words. Until then he simply practices honing his powers when he can, welcoming any opportunity to test his abilities and improve. If someone wants to get on his good side then they better be quiet. After all, silence is golden.

Powers Description:

Sound. As a sound elemental trapped in a human body he can control pretty much every aspect of sound both technical and magical. The only thing that limits him when it comes to sound is just how powerful he is. Not every water elemental can move the entire ocean on a whim nor can every fire elemental burn the surface of the world to ash in one go and Babble is no exception. There is a limit to just what volume of sound he can command and any spells spoken by him cannot exceed his elemental potency in power either.

As for how powerful he is, well, he is quite strong as is. A rough estimate would place him as just slightly more powerful than the average tornado or lake elemental.

History:

Ever since he was a kid he was different. Not the good kind of different either. Nobody liked him, not a single soul. He couldn't understand why. Even people who had never met him before found him to be irritating no matter how polite he tried to be. Even his own parents didn't like him, they barely tolerated him. It was not a happy childhood he led.

Above the town in a dark tower lived an evil warlock named Salazny. As he peered down on the town with his special telescope he saw the young boy. Quite a curious person Babble was, though Babble wasn't his name at the time. The warlock sent a messenger to speak on his behalf to the parents. He offered a sack of gold for their child and they gladly accepted. With that small transaction Babble's life was changed forever.


For twelve long years he suffered tortures no man should ever be subjected to, forced to endure heinous experiments as the warlock studied him. Salazny learned many things about Babble but there were certain secrets that eluded his grasp. He learned that Babble's spirit was fused somehow to a sound elemental when he was born. How this happened still remains unknown despite Salazny's efforts. After so many years racking his brain over this strange fusion he began to grow tired of seeing his vexing subject. He usually called him a babbling idiot, a title which Babble glommed onto, especially the first part.

Around the time Babble was eighteen Salazny finally decided to give up on him. He sold him into slavery for a rather decent sum given his abilities. He used his sorcery to bind Babble to a special amulet so he could be controlled, giving it to the buyer along with Babble himself. Such is where Babble's story begins, a slave to arrive at Raven Home.

How did he lose his hands? That's a story he's extremely reluctant to let go of for whatever reason.

Ribbon Color: To be announced.

So begins...

Babble's Story

Setting

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Character Portrait: Luna Marquise Grimm Character Portrait: Safiya Isren Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Wyran Lalunis Character Portrait: Azai Laquil Character Portrait: Babble
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Azai hated chains. They had no right to confine him this way. He was not a common spider! Who did they think they were, tying him up this way? And where the hell had they brought him? He had never been on a boat and being in this place was unnerving. He wanted to return home and find he safety of his web. He hadn't been able to make his web the whole time he was with these strange creatures. When they had found out he could create the webs, they had placed heavy chains on his wrists to prevent him from spinning them and it was aggravating. He would find a way to make them all pay for their ill treatment of him. No one trifled with a Black Widow.

The young spider tugged, pulled, and forced these creatures to drag him towards the viewing room. He had even managed to slam a couple of them into a wall to cause some injury but none of that was life threatening unfortunately. He took pleasure in the thought that he had killed 5 of these creatures on the boat with well placed bites. Unfortunately, that earned him the large bit that currently rested in his mouth. It made his tongue feel like leather and his throat scratchy. Drool eased out of the corners of his mouth around the bit but his saliva wasn't poisonous so it did him no good. He would have growled if he could when he was finally latched down to the floor. The guards then quickly backed away as Azai fought against his bonds. There was no escape however and he just panted thickly and glared at everyone around him. He had never seen any of these creatures before. They were all standing in a line beside him. Were they enemies to?

He watched cautiously as the man who owned the manor, he assumed, went to each of the creatures beside him, examining them and then having a ribbon placed on their arms. What did these ribbons signify? Azai's amethyst eyes narrowed on the stranger when he stood before him. He was also well aware of the woman that stood behind him. He wanted to turn but the chains didn't provide him with that liberty. He tensed as the man reached towards him then and unlocked the bit. Within moments the stranger had gripped the back of his head and pulled the bit away, allowing him to breath normally again. He swallowed hard, relishing the freedom it provided him. He did hiss at the man however and tried to bite the withdrawing hands but it was futile. His distraction with the man allowed the woman to slide the black ribbon on his own arm before he was aware of the movement. He tried to bite her but she was behind him and her hands far out of reach.

Azai returned his glare to Kenner then. "Release me!" he growled at the man. "I am not a servant and will not bow to the likes of you. Who do you think you are to control me?"

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Character Portrait: Luna Marquise Grimm Character Portrait: Safiya Isren Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Wyran Lalunis Character Portrait: Azai Laquil Character Portrait: Babble
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Kenner looks out over the group and gives a leering smile as he can see the bereft faces in front on him. "Come now" He belts, with a sigh in the back of his throat. "This cannot be all that I see before me, I know full well that many of you have questions and many more a desire of things to know." He looks at the full group and motions for them to listen as if he was a teacher in class. "I know what some of you may have heard about this place and those within it, but assure you that we are all family here now. If it makes your feel any better, this place is completely open to all of you and you are free to roam the halls to your hearts content.. even you my agitated little friend." Kenner holds out his hand and snaps his fingers in the direction of Azai. Who quickly finds his bindings snapping free from his wrist and ankles, only a moment after he could hear their locks shifting oh so slightly. The heavy chains fall too the floor and clatter with a resounding noise as it echos though the empty spaces of the room.

He points down hall leading away from the entrance and looks back at them. "Your rooms are the last on this hall, right above the courtyard. You will find the accommodations honest, if not meager at this point, but the rooms are yours and yours alone. So it is within your right to do with them as you see fit and in time, make some more prominent adjustments." He motions for a guard to come to his side and they trade words for but a moment before the guard motions for them to follow and Kenner beckons them to do the same. "I will be seeing you all shortly and in the morning, your training will begin. If not, then I suspect we can find a use for you at that point." He gives Luna a somewhat unsettling wink as she passes him and begins on his own way down the stairs.

The inner workings of Raven Home are slow and steady, as the group moved they could see that several other people did in fact exist within the walls and there were actually others like themselves moving about. Every now and again, seeing someone marked with a ribbon pass them by. All being of different sizes, shapes, color, sex and creed. Many
Many of whom would look at them with a warm smile and a calm face, giving a gentle touch of the shoulder, as if to welcome them to the house. The halls of Raven Home were just as well made as the foyer, fine examples of stone work and marble everywhere they looked and only the metal of an armed guard was there to break up the sight. Not to mention the sounds that came from within the halls enough to cause some interest, many of the doors they passed sounded as though it was a workshop and from a distance music could be heard playing.


The hallway opened quckly after the group began to feel as though they were walking for several minutes and it turned into a large exchange, splitting into four directions and possessing a center course of stairs and both ascended or decended, depending on the rotation taken on them. Meanwhile the guard had stopped to speak with another, this one obviously a woman due to her figure and was of some status above him. This was due to the difference in their uniforms, hers donning a red plume of feathers on the crest of the helmet. She was questioning him about the group and what he was doing with them. That accompanied by the amount of times she looked their way, was a testament to how she was questioning him.

While they stood there a voice sounded out from one of the openings in the hall, it was nearly a scream, though happy in nature and its source approached the group. "Ohh, new arrivals.. everyone new arrivals."

As the group turned to see what was happening a multitude of small bodies came pattering before them from the adjacent hall. Children, many of varying ages and some that looked to be no more then twelve. They were all dressed as if in the turn for Sunday school and numbered to nearly sixteen, boys and girls alike. The one who spoke out lead them, a smaller girl dressed in what looked to be a formal gown with velveteen cloth. She was strangely pale and had long, lite blue hair, with eyes that shined like deep blue gems. Looking her straight in the face, let the others see that their was actually a light emanating from behind them in turn. This gave her gaze a vastly unnatural quality and caused more questions then answers. All of this, coming from a child who looked no more then just that, a child.

The gaggle of children stopped several feet from the group, surrounding them in a near semicircle, with the leader squealing as she noticed the orange ribbon around the arm of Wyran. She leaped forward and embraced him, hugging tightly around his waste. "Another for me to play with.. I was wondering when my next would come." She gave him a tight squeeze that almost required him to quench his breathing, before releasing him and backing off. As of she had just caught herself doing something that she should not and the guard looked on at her. To which she gave a smile and keened her head as if they two shared a moment of acknowledgement, almost as if they shared a hidden message.

The guard quickly interrupted and waved for the group to follow once more, leaving the children behind. Several of them, including the pale one, waving as they said their goodbyes. This time taking them only a scant farther, before they could see the hall ended in a singular elevator. With several rooms lining the hall at this point, there were more then a few to choose from. However the guard was quick to point at someone, then point towards their assigned room. Allowing them to pass and walk in, sending them on their way and being on his own after the last had their accommodations.

101 - Luna, 102 - Azai, 103 - Wyran, 104 - Safiya..

The rooms were just like Kenner had stated, modest, if not meager. The room was a clean living space with a wash bowl in the corner, a vanity space with several drawers and even a decent bed. Though the floor was bare and the walls were painted a vaguely, neutral shade of the color green. There was also strangely a shaded window of all things, with light peering in from outside. Even though the rooms themselves were far inside the structure of Raven Home, one could only assume that this was not the strangest of things to be see today.





Below the inner levels of Raven Home, things did not look as though they did on the upper floors. Several more surreal sounds could be heard with the mixture of grunts and howls that escaped the cloistered hallways. Stacks on stacks of cages with the stare of anger lit eyes, pointing back with intense malice. These were the under works of Raven Home, the place of the undesired or destructive. Slaves and other creatures that were either too dangerous to keep in the upper levels, or ones that lacked what accounts to the required level of humanity for such a living.


It was here that the docks under Raven Home were nearest, a passage out into the roiling sea that allowed the house to acquire its own special orders of offers and flesh. One such boat had just moored itself in and unloaded its cargo, of which one new slave could be found. This one Chlorra herself came down to see and she was not disappointed, knowing well what the men from before had told her and seeing for herself. The young, emaciated soul was sitting on the tip of the pier, with his own chains latched onto the boards below. He was bound heavily, with heavy straps and buckles restraining his every movement and the men around him wore protective gear. Likely a precaution from things he had done before making it to Raven Home.

She stepped before him and knelt in front of him, placing a hand on his shoulder as she began to appraise him. Her touch, eliciting a feeling of dark silence in Babble. One that he could feel was empty and vast, but with a core of home and shining brilliance. This woman before him, was similar in some small way too him, but vastly older and more refined in her power.

Despite the mask on her face, he could tell that she was smiling back at him.

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#, as written by Zalgo
The sound of the sea.

The sound of planks bending, of water splashing up against the wood and boots on that very same wood. All the sailors talked, they always talked. Well, they didn't talk when they were sleeping. They weren't always sleeping though.

He could hear it all. What they were saying about him, what they were saying to each other in general and just words all around for that matter. There were more than just words down in the mouth which ate the sea. Other sounds like the sounds of beasts and people confined all the same, more or less. Babble could only ponder what a person must of done to live as a beast might? Were they so beastlike that they could only be kept as them or perhaps it was to make them an example? People were capable of doing the most awful things when it came to making examples.

They had brought him out earlier so that he may be examined. He was a product after all, the buyer had to make sure the goods were intact after all. "Calling him intact would be a joke." A voice spoke out next to him. It was the voice of one of the sailors that had brought him here but it had no owner, no mouth to call it's own. This happened frequently whenever he was deep in thought. His thoughts had the quirky quality of speaking out loud, never in his own voice though. He never used his own, it simply wasn't done. His reasons were his own as to why. Heck, at this point even his mouth was just an accessory to complete his facial expressions. There was little use in it moving when he spoke.


So he sat at the tip of the pier, wearing his uncomfortable jacket of straps, chains and locks. Under it all he was still wearing what his former master had him wear when he was sold to Kenner of Raven Home: A straight jacket and some plain white pants, no shoes or socks to speak of. The jacket was to keep him from somehow hurting himself during the voyage and the pants, well, they did what pants are supposed to do.

He heard her steps coming long before she was visible from the docks. Even from here he could hear them walking about up in the upper floors. Long open stone hallways made for some excellent echoes. It wasn't as if he could just hear her either. He could feel the sound bouncing off her entire body leaving an impression in the waves of sound which flowed like water and her form was a stone in the river. Such was the same for all things around him. It was as though he had invisible limbs which touched all where sound is present, telling him where it all was like a cane would for a blind man. Sound didn't feel entirely like a blind man's cane however. After all, a blind man wouldn't feel pain if his cane were somehow hurt. The same couldn't be said of Babble's sound.

She approached him but he had yet to look up. He was distracted by the hectic parade of new noises. From the bizarre and unnatural grunts, hums and other assorted noises from the cages to the sheer number of different sounds all around him at once he had a lot to absorb. He didn't much care for all the people talking while they were relatively near him. Then again if their voices were the worst punishments he ever had to suffer he'd be not the man he was now. He was well used to his power's sensitivity being abused to the point where he was used to it. Often he liked to drown out the noise with the sound he prefered to listen to but back at the tower that defense was often stripped of him like a bandage from a fresh wound and sound was the salt. Yes, quite a cruel dichotomy it was. The thing which he had the most power over was the very same thing that brought him the most pain.


When she touched him a feeling filled him like hot water in a teacup. A feeling of home and shining brilliance, ect ect. It all didn't really matter quite as much as the silence. Vast and empty, this dark silence filled him with an ease which was rare to know. It wasn't real, he knew that even still but out of all the things which liked to play in his head nothing had ever given him what he wanted. All they wanted to do was pull at strings to see what they could make him do. Make him hurt, make him hide, make him laugh, make him cry.

No one had ever given Babble a feeling of silence.

He closed his eyes. His smile was genuine, not the crooked goofy grin he typically wore. He could only slightly feel the world's sounds but that didn't matter. He didn't move, he didn't even think. He wouldn't dare ruin the moment when he could feel at least a close imperfect duplication of what he truly sought. Yes, while she had somehow instilled in his mind a sense that she wanted him to feel he was still aware enough of sound as he and it were one and the same. He could still fantasize though. A fantasy of absolutely nothing, perfect darkness in a void where there was no sound. He let himself fall into what could be described as a sort of meditative state. His mind was clear as he tried to escape all earthly concerns and feelings. Like this he was almost free.

Almost.

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Character Portrait: Luna Marquise Grimm Character Portrait: Safiya Isren Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Wyran Lalunis Character Portrait: Azai Laquil Character Portrait: Babble Character Portrait: NPC - Raven Loft
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As the four where allowed to get comfortable with their new accommodations, there was a notable shift in the pulse of Raven Home as the last bell sounded for the changed of the hour. Several more groups of individuals come roaming out of their rooms further down the hall and make their way onto whatever aspect of their lives is planned. Several guards come by and make small talk all along with the few already present in the hall, before the whole group begins to switch out and take their watch. Though the chatter is sparse and shared lightly, the whole event of the exchange only takes several short moments. A testament in the most of how well the cogs within this vast house work in unison, not stopping or slowing for long.

The guard there before stays to look after the group and responds to their needs as he calls back, loud enough for the four of them to hear. "Everything is being taken care of and Kenner will have you all fed as well as with all new arrivals." He walks up to Luna's door and knocks before pushing it open. The light from the shaded window running across the rim of his helmet as he leans in and points his gaze at her. "Those facilities are on the upper levels, though your current designation prohibits you from entering." He emphasizes this when he points at the ribbon clipped around her arm. "Though there have been exceptions in the past and you will get your chance when the Master comes to visit later." He nods slightly as the door comes to a close with him on the outside. Only for him to walk down to the next door and give a quick knock, before ducking his head in to peer and Safiya. The Master will be here soon, he is attending to several prior engagements before coming back up." He gives her a small nod as well before backing out of the door and shutting it behind him and taking his place at the neck of the hall, several yards from their rooms.




As Babble still sits on the end of the pier and Chlorra does her best to look him over, more supplies and strange crates are being unloaded before many of the sailors board and pull their moorings to leave. The sound of the waves crashing on the inside of this place is somewhat deafening, were it not for his own resistance to the noise at least. The scope of his "sight" into the whole of the area gave him a rather detailed look of the structure.

The structure itself was on the same level as the sea and raised higher as it went back into the body of building. The whole section of this dock was in fact carved out from inside of the large rock formation that Raven Home rested on, with a vast circular opening heading out into the ocean. Nine piers, with multiple ships sitting moored in dock here. The roof reached several stories high and the room itself reached back back, giving the area a feel as though it were a massive cavern. At the back of the space, there sat several large stacks of cages, ranging from all sizes and the contents were just as varied as well. Many containing animals of both native and exotic species, well maintained and all adding their noise too the cacophony that was this place. Several doors dominated the back wall, embedded in the intricate stone work and in the very center sat the doors of the central elevator.


As Chlorra looked over Babbles form, he detected a vast and sudden change in the world. Something was approaching that did not appear right to him as he was not looking and whatever it was, stifled his aural perception. As if their were a mobile void walking around in the world and everything within it, became unknowable to him and before he knew it, the void had reached him. This forced him to look up and see what was before him, only to be met with the sight of Kenner, looking back at him. Kenner kept a warm smile like he did before with the others and knelt down get closer to the young elemental. However with Kenner close, it was like Babble had stuck his head inside a maelstrom that lacked the wind. His body became enamored with the feeling of physical motion and fluidity. Almost as though he had been dropped in a roiling tank of water, face first.

Chlorra looks up at Kenner, keening her head as if to ask what his opinion is on the new purchase. Kenner on the other hand does not miss a beat and answers. "He is a new addition and though it has been some years since an elemental has graced our halls, he shall be no trouble. Though the lack of hands can possibly be troubling, if in fact he doesn't want a new pair.. or his old ones to be brought back." She nearly claps with a silent joy and hugs Babble across the back, before beginning to release his chains and bindings. Kenner laughs for a moment "You and your attachment to the damaged ones." He leans in and lifts Babbles head with a slight touch of the chin, giving him a more thorough look. "Hmm.. Take him too the atrium and get him something to eat before we find him a place in our family. I would rather he be cleaned up as well, if it is possible.

It was at this point that Babble noticed a sour sound in the voice of Kenner, something was supremely off putting about it. He could tell that the man was not natural like him, or linked to the world like any other kind of elemental. However the idea was hard to place and finding a way to described this feeling was even more difficult.




As if true to his word there was something happening upstairs with the other new arrivals. They could hear distinct sounds outside their doors and it was like a small horde of feet pattering by, with the noise of wheels in tow. This was followed by a quick rapid knock on the doors of Luna, Safiya and Wyran. A small group of people, dressed in white and black clothing. It was most notable to what a traditional maid or butler would look like, save for several differences in their style. They all had a thin shall of white fabric covering their faces, which did lend a strange sense of unease to the event. With faceless individuals clamoring into their rooms and leaving just as quickly. They all worked quickly however to bring in a tray and set it on the side of the bed, leaving with it a small set of silverware. On the dish was a meal with several small strips of cooked pork, if the smell was any indication and two sides. One being mashed potatoes, with a small cup of gravy and what appeared to be steamed beans and carrots. A roll was the last bit to be sat down on the furthest edge of the plate, about half the size of a fist and plump.

Azai's treatment was vastly different however, as two of maids walked in with a box suspended between them. A guard accompanied them as well, though it was difficult to tell if this was the same one from before. They sat the box down and it was then that Azai caught the sight of a tail sticking out from behind one of their dresses, long and thick, covered in fine coat of black fur. As well as having a set of cat like ears that slightly protruded from the sides of her bonnet. She left quickly however, because the two of them were visibly afraid of him. Either from knowledge of what he was, or from seeing the ribbon around his arm. All of the group could see though, that all of these people serving them had a white ribbon tied around their arm.

The guard looked at Azai and nodded before opening the box, he reached in and pulled out a sizable rabbit. In fact it was so large that he needed both hands to heft the creature up and hold it out. "Either way this fella was gonna end up a meal, just put him back in the box when your done and try not to leave it out for the cleaners until your done. The shouldn't have to see something like that, if you don't mind." He sets the rabbit back into its box and sets the lid lightly back on top, before bowing and exiting the room and like that the parade of motion had ended. The sound of feet and wheels podding down the hall becoming ever more faint.

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Their need would be taken care of later? Well that meant he didn't need to associate with the guards or the other new 'slaves' that arrived with him. He glanced over the strangers in a similar boat as him and his eyes settled on the woman with the black ribbon. He was still very curious about her and why she sported the same color ribbon. He hadn't see anyone else that they passed with a ribbon like theirs. And she was hungry to. He wanted to investigate but if his own hunger was any indication, this other black ribbon bearer was also famished. He didn't want to tangle with another creature equally as distraught by food. Maybe another time he would investigate his curiosity. For now, he had his own needs to take care of.

Azai slid into his designated room and shut the door behind him. He scanned the room again, trying to decide where he wanted his bed to go. When he finally settled on the right corner, Azai walked over to it and climbed up the wall. He perched easily as he looked down at his wrists to ensure nothing else was blocking the flow of his silk before his practiced fingers rapidly pulled the fine silk. He began to weave his web then. Normally he would have taken his time and secured each little design, but today, he was tired. He just wanted to lay down in comfort. He was just about done when he heard his door. He tensed, eyes narrowed on the movement.

The spider could tell that some of the servants that had entered were terrified of him. He couldn't help the grin and bared his fangs for added affect. He watched as they set down the box before scurrying away. He eyed the box warily then. What was in that? Was this some kind of trap? He hadn't promised to follow the rules of this house so maybe Kenner was doing something to try and force him into submission. The guard then lifted the box top to reveal a rather large rabbit. He head never seen a rabbit that size before. Apparently, said rabbit was to be his dinner. His mouth instantly watered at the prospect of sating his hunger. He hardly listened to the guard as he spoke, so enraptured by the need to eat.

The guard was retreating as Azai eyed the box. The rabbit wasn't going to fall into his web. It hopped about on the ground if he set it free and his web was too high. He'd never... carried anything to his web before. This was strange. Maybe those tarantulas had a good idea of putting webs down on the ground. He shrugged the idea away as he moved off of his web and walked over to the box that contained his meal and lifted the top. The rabbit sniffed the air and just looked up at him. It didn't realize what its fate was to be. Azai picked up the heavy rabbit and walked back to his web before quickly wrapped up the creature in thread to lock it in place. The rabbit tried to resist too late so its efforts were useless. Azai crawled back into the center of his web and bit down on the rabbit, injecting his venom and devouring his meal. When he was done, he simply dropped the dry husk still wrapped neatly in the webbing to the floor. He fixed his web before he finally lay back and was almost instantly asleep. The trying voyage had worn Azai out. He hadn't quite realized just how exhausted he was.

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He waited with the strange woman, simply happy to be how he was. Strange this was, his arrival had already been a departure from what he had expected since he arrived. Furthermore, the woman herself was quite anomalous from the moment he had gotten a good listening to her. She had a barrier or something keeping him from hearing past the skin as he could only register sound from that point on. It wasn't as if she was hollow, hollow things had a noise of their own. This was a simple absence of an inside.

"Quite unique. Definitely magic." A voice spoke aloud nearby, the voice of another sailor from the ship. Even though he hadn't intended on it the thought had spoken for itself. Quite the blabbermouth his own mind was.


Then something drew his attention, so much so it even brought his eyes along with. A man, tall and imposing with bright blonde hair and pale skin, was approaching and with him a great not-noise. The not-noise approached alongside the man, the not-noise reaching him first before the man did. Quite a loud not-noise it was, wide as it was not. The noise was so not that Babble simply couldn't sound. Hear sound, feel sound, see sound, smell sound, taste sound, make sound, Babble couldn't do a single one.

Babble could still hear what they were saying but it was like suddenly losing a hearing aid. Everything became so much quieter it was like the man and the woman were whispering in each other's ears. The strange not-noise washed about him, giving him that feeling like he was submerged in some unreal fluid. He struggled so but he managed to pay attention to what the man had to say. He had many questions that he wanted to ask but as he tried to make sound he found himself unable to. He wasn't sure if he was able to make sound in this man's presence, he was still quite thrown off by the whole experience as his view of the world was virtually gone. Having lived his whole life using these senses he had trained his body and mind to understand the world in sound only to have his main connection to the world swallowed up and forced to rely on senses he only occasionally made use of. Like a person suddenly going blind and having to look at the world with his sense of taste.


The woman hugged him, something he'd ordinarily find uncomforting from normal people. From her it was quite fine as she was but a surface, no real unpleasant noises to speak of, not yet anyways. Not that Babble was all too clear as to where he was right now. Given the great big not-noise he was sloshing in right then he was more than a little lost in the moment. He was especially absorbed in the oddities with this man's voice. It was like no sound he had ever heard before. He was familiar with the sounds of men, beasts and even demons but he had never heard something like this. He wanted to study it. He wanted to take it apart and then put it back together again. He wanted to know what made this man's sound tick.

The man had mentioned his hands, talking of growing him new hands or bringing his old hands back. Bringing his old hands... That would have to be powerful magic indeed. After Salazny the warlock had taken them he had sealed them away with very dark magic. Technically his hands were still alive, preventing new ones from taking their place magically speaking. Salazny had warned Babble very well that if he ever wanted his hands back he'd have to do what he said. Babble had never disobeyed Salazny's demand, not yet anyways. What this man spoke of was something Salazny had assured him was impossible. He could only take Salazny's word on it since his own knowledge of magic was quite small, especially in comparison to the warlock.


Babble tried to talk to the man but the only sound that he could even work out was a faint murmur far from where they were, out where the not-noise wasn't so strong. The sound wasn't even coherent, more like a weird low carrying hum. Until he learned how to talk in whatever this was he wasn't going to be able to talk in the strange man's presence. When his bindings were undone he stood up as his legs were stiff from kneeling so long. He rocked from one leg to the other, stretching them out while he had the chance. Who knew how long he'd have to spend in an uncomfortable position after being brought in? He certainly didn't.

Needless to say he was all the more curious about these two. They were definitely individuals he couldn't quite understand. Whatever type of magic was involved it was potent. For now he'd listen and listen well to these two. The mystery of it all was doing more than just making him crazy. It was making him feel crazy, something he rarely felt after what he's seen.

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After only a few minutes of taking care of her new charge, Chlorra had Babble up off the pier and with her. Walking him into the lift in the back and taking it several floor up, almost passing the main entrance level. During the ride, she paid little attention towards him however. Fussing with the mask that donned her face and tightening the laces in the back, under the tie of her ponytail. Kenner however did not ride with them, moving off on his own for some reason. Leaving her with the directive to take him to the atrium and as the door of the lift opened, he could tell they were there.

The hall stretched out before them and ended in what seemed to be a blinding light that forced him to squint as she lightly pulled him along. The sounds ahead were that of the ocean and the waves pounding against the reef of the rocks below, light was bathing the entire entrance of the hall and as they both cleared, he saw with full glory of the space before him.

The atrium lived up to its name and then some, with vast streatches of grass and flowers pouring out from the edge of the halls entrance. It was a vast circular opening with several hundred yards of lush greenery, pushing back into planted fields and trees of varied size and color. The far end was open and exposed to the air of the ocean, letting in the sound of nature and allowing the ripe full smells to circulate from the rush of flowing air. Several animals could be seen wandering about, rabbits and the such. Those small enough to not be noticed, but be seen if they were to be looked for. The fields broke into small sectioned plots of vegetation that were being tended by several other members of the house. Though they did nothing to show their attentions to those around and continued with their duties.

The ceiling of the atrium was a wonder all its own, though the who of it seemed to be a massive dome that sheltered those contained within from the elements. It was made to look as though it were transparent and the vision of the sky and sun could be gleamed as one looked up.


Chlorra brought Babble with her over to a small circular grotto, set within the edge of the atrium. Letting him take a seat on one of the stone benches nearby as she walked around a small pond within its center. Babble could tell that something was off, the sounds of this place were different all around. Some misplace and some disheveled from one another, like their were all thrown together and the harmony was off somewhat, but at least it was quieter then the place before.

He could see that she to was bare foot like the man before as she walked around on the grass, holding the edge of her dress so it would not get dirty. The grass seemed to lean away from her touch and the fish in the pond would scurry away towards the opposite side, in an attempt to put distance between her and them. She quickly joins him after making one small rotation and sits almost a foot from his side. She turned and began to speak, at that sound of a whisper and rattled on "The master will be with us soon, with several others as well." Babble could not easily tell, but the sound of her voice stung his ears, almost with a painful shirk. Were her voice louder, the thought that the sound of her voice could actually cause physical harm to him came to mind. However she kept it as low and as soft as she possibly could before leaning in and rubbing his cheek. The same feeling from before overtaking his senses. "I hope you get to stay, its been so long since I've met one as hurt as you.. think of the stories you have to share." She brushed his hair to one side slightly as she kept looking him over and it was at this moment Babble realized the sound of even her breath was absent.

"We can tell that your senses will prove to be a problem though, so I think its for the best that Kenner.. make some minor adjustments. We can't have you eavesdropping on some of the other members of the house now can we.." She leans her head over as she peers back at him, the emotionless face making such an interaction somewhat uncomfortable. "Now however, how do you feel?.. and questions rolling around in that head of yours?"



Upstairs, the time had crept by slowly as everyone ate and the guards conversed with one another outside the doors they passed. The smell of food still wafting through the halls of Raven Home and several sounds could be heard that were both familiar and quick to return. Each door a knock was placed and several moment of silence before a maid entered and gathered the trey once more before bowing and leaving. Though strangely, not a soul entered Azai's room to retake his box or the grizzly meal that he left behind in turn.

Not long after however, a guard peered into two of the doors. Looking in on both Luna and Azai both, only to ask they exit and come out into the hall. With little choice in the matter, they were both lead out and the there the vision of Kenner was there to greet them. He himself had poked into Safiya's room and given her a quick notice of his arrival. "I am going to be a little while my dear, why don't you make yourself comfortable, or walk along this floor for a while. It could not hurt to meet some of your new housemates.." He smiled at her before pulling his head out of the door and walking on, with the guards issuing the same direction. They walked in the direction of the large elevator at the end of the hall, the only destination at the end of the floor. Kenner had himself and the two new additions prompted in with him, with the guards leaving them with nary a worry in their words. The ride down was short, but it did give them a short moment to converse.

"I hope the meal was satisfactory, I usually like to have beef on the menu instead of pork.. it sits in the stomach better." He gives a sly smile towards Luna as he says this, as if projecting it at her. "You on the other hand were somewhat of a problem for Kadesh.. she doesn't like to not cook for a member of the house and I believe someone that eats live meals kind of threw her off." The smile was shifted towards Azai then and he even laughed slightly as Kenner turned his head.



Nadiya Darzi


The hours in Raven Home were growing closer to the darkest hours, the lights within also began to mirror this as several of the windows began to dim and lamps did so as well. Though in the hour of things, it appeared to be more for the mood of the dim hours then darkening the actual lights. A new guest was entering Raven Home for the first time with aspirations and hope rifling through her mind. The dimming hours had brought with it a dew that lay softly on the nape of her neck as she walked through the archway of the foyer. Two forms standing near the fountain as she walked in and shook a slight chill from her bones.

The first was a man of advanced years, he was dressed in soft greens and other earthen colors. He knelt before a familiar girl with long, straight, blue hair and the same glow as before. He looked over her left arm, which he was rubbing a salve over as he spoke to her. "Well Misha, I see no real change and I do believe that the concoction should let you go outside without incident. Once again I must apologize for not getting the mixture right sooner." The girl smiled back and hummed a happy reply as she leaned in and kissed his cheek before she skipped off as if she were off to school.

The man gave a wry grin before standing, using the edge of the fountain for leverage and that is when he noticed Nadiya. Dusting his knee and walking towards her, he gave her a small greeting. "Hello young miss.. might I ask what your reason for being here is. You don't have the look of a trader or someone willing to purchase.. so I hazard a guess that your here to offer instead?" He looks at her deeply, she can see a trace of remorse in his eyes. The years look to have weighed heavily on his face as the skin is darkly tanned from hours outside, with a large scar running across his left cheek.

This look marked him to be over forty years in age and the air around him sung of herbs and lacquer.

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As the distance between him and the white haired man grew Babble could start to feel his sound again. Being taken away from the not-noise was like being hoisted from the waters of a lake. The sonnet of the elevator soon filled his mind. Gears grinding, pulleys straining, metal on metal, meshing all around him like he was a mouse trapped in a giant clock. When the doors finally opened however what greeted him was not the time of day but a garden in the daylight.

Was it even day when I arrived? He wondered internally for once. Being strung along he was for the most part quiet. The air was positively electric around him but he held it in to keep things fresh. Speaking of fresh this room he was escorted to was certainly the spitting image of some place fresh like a plucked daisy. Small animals, plenty trees, a general sanctuary of nature. It smelt fresh, it looked green but it's sound... Well, wasn't. It was off like someone had cobbled sounds together with little regards to cohesion. Babble's mind was practically glued to the imperfections within this design. To him it felt rather amateurish for someone to put together all this and not even bother having the sounds hammered down. To him an equivalent example would be if a regular person in the room looked around only to see that one out of every ten or so bunnies had it's ears on backwards.


Needless to say he didn't buy this place's legitimacy one bit. Not that he had a say in the matter. He was the subject after all. His role was to be subjected to things no matter how horrible. Little good fighting it did him in the past. Little good it would do him now he figured.

Something interesting did grab his attention. The life surrounding them responded to her presence as she approached. It spoke of a certain nature of hers becoming clearer to him as he dwelled on it. Near the pond she sat and so too did he. After all he was to wait for this current master of his to return with others or so he was told. He didn't mind sitting. Any time to relax is a moment spared of the horrors that he has suffered habitually.

She touched him and that same intoxicating sensation swept through him once more. Ever so silent, quite lovely yes it was. He would of drank in the feeling until he was bloated with bliss but she spoke and in speaking something did happen.

He remembered.

Oh yes, he remembered. If there was one thing Babble was familiar with it was pain. Her voice elicited pain, not just in his ears but in his brain. The sound itself held an element of harm which spoke directly to him. Pain was one of the things which helped him remember he was still alive. Pain was the one blanket he'd sleep under back in the cell up in his old master's tower. It was pain that helped him stay real and not lose himself inside his mind, never completely. There was no escape from the pain.


He plummeted from his head and came crashing back into the world at large. Here he was and there she was. She had asked him a question.

"Now however, how do you feel?.. and questions rolling around in that head of yours?"

Rather than lull in the pleasant sensations and ignore her he decided to talk. Not in his own voice, never. He was going to speak in hers. He was going to embrace the pain.

At first however he took a moment to catch the sound. A sound could be heard all around him, quiet enough that only those near him would even pick it up. A sound not dissimilar to static from a radio. It was the sound of countless sounds all speaking at once, saying nothing but gibberish. The voices started to condense, the static sounding sound transforming into a more distinct voice. It was her own voice.

"Do re mi fa sol la ti do."

Ordinarily it didn't take him quite this long to take a voice. Usually the adoption period was fairly instantaneous but voices with unusual properties needed a bit of adjusting to sound just right. It wasn't enough for him to just sound 'Like' other people, he needed to speak 'As' other people. To him he wasn't duplicating other peoples voices. The word duplicating would imply that there is a quality to his sound that is somehow separate from the original. There was no duplicating for him. He was just using other people's voices and speaking for them. It was still their voice just not their ideas behind it. Sound was very important to him, especially the qualities of the voice.


After the voice exercise he had finally adopted her voice as his own, at least for now. Every detail, even the pain it caused him just hearing it, was nailed down to exacting reproduction. It was as though he had literally borrowed her own voice and had it speak on it's own. It wasn't literally that however as the host of the aforementioned voice could still speak as well.

"Yes... He does feel questions rolling around in that head of his."

The voice answered her for him. He never liked to speak as though he were speaking himself, mainly because it wasn't him talking technically. The voice wasn't his and his mouth was not even moving to make it. The voice expressed his thoughts but he never spoke for himself. In general it could be said he just never spoke. As for the questions he did have many but he knew that many were redundant. He wasn't going to risk the chance of getting an answer on a question he didn't think he needed to know. What was going to happen to him mattered little as nothing good ever happened to him. His future was their deciding, not his. Instead he turned his thoughts to the real mysteries surrounding him.


"He wonders... Of what kingdom do I belong. Is it the kingdoms of man, he thinks? The kingdom of beasts? Of bugs? Or lower even?"

Despite the pain hearing her voice did cause he replicated the voice all the same, no different. He could not have different. At least not unless a special request was made, not on his behalf but on another's. No performance would be complete without an audience and their needs were always of concern. While he was willful all the same he was not above respecting someone's desires made known as he didn't want to be rude. He might be strange but he never means disrespect towards those he has no reason to dislike.

Would he ever distort a voice if it hurt him though? No. He might not use a voice if it in itself were a legitimate threat to his life but he would never make things easier on himself. Such was the case right then. He would bite down on the razor so to speak until it was no longer needed. It wasn't just pain to him though. It was potential. A voice like hers contained elements that would be most interesting if distilled and mixed into some other sounds to create other noises, sounds which could do more than just cause pain. He didn't have plans to hurt anyone but it never hurt to understand how a sound could. He just wanted to understand.

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Kenner looks on at Luna for a moment as she speaks and he can read the expression crossing her face as if the words were scrolled through in fine ink. He grinned non the less as she chimed on about asking his name, though he knew he had already introduced himself as the master. The though that she may be digging for something began overtaking a corner of his mind. He just allowed her to amble on until the lift stopped on the same level as the atrium. Its doors opening and he looked at her before beckoning the two of them to follow. "I am the master of the house and nothing more. That is how you shall keep me in mind and you shall inquire to me as such in the future. As you will see, there are very few within these walls that even dare call me by my name alone and I hope you remember to stay as focused."

The doors slid all the way from their path and Kenner lead the two of them out into the atrium, letting Luna and Azai see the full splendor of its form before them. Several small animals running as they walked out into the grass and began to make their way towards Chlorra, who was still entertaining Babbles company.

As they approached however, Babble and Luna could both tell that something was off from before. The effects of being around Kenner were somehow lessened and in no way as rapturous as before. Luna could bare to look at him directly now and her body did not react with the same sense of revulsion that it did before. Despite his close proximity to her as they stood by one another in the lift before now. Babble as well could discern the world more clearly despite the effects of being within Kenner range. Though it was still noticeable, though weather or not this lessening in his effects was with effort, or due to being used to it by now was still unseen. Chlorra leaned in beside Babble, the side of her mask caressing the edge of his cheek as she whispered into his ear. An effect that she was all too certain that only he could hear. "The only thing you need to know, is that within these walls. Kenner is the lord and master of all things." She pulled away slowly, running a singular finger through his matted hair as she did.

Kenner finally stopped with his two guest in tow and looked at the three of them with very little pause. "I wanted to speak with you three before making a decision, your very natures are what put your lives in a state of unbalance here. Because I do not like to have those that are dangerous near my more productive family members. Such as a half demon with very little control over her baser nature. Or an arachnid from the deep forest of the far corner of the world and an anchored elemental of all things. The three of you pose a problem, but instead of throwing you into the pits and letting the arena have the lot of you. I intend wish to make the best of the situation."



Nadiya gets a nice glance over the man before he answers her first question. [color-green]"I'm sorry to say young miss, but Master Kenner isn't able to talk at this minute. If I remember correctly, he just got in a few new introduction to the house earlier today."[/color] He answers as he wipes the remaining salve from before on the side of his pants. It remained lightly on the fabric of his clothing, glinting slightly in the light, almost like a very thin form of amber.

He laughs lightly as she ask him of his profession and with a lean to his head and a sly smile he responds. "Yes, I am somewhat a doctor of sorts and I have been known to treat the ills of others. Though my true calling in this world is alchemy and I do have my own place within Raven Home. Oh dear me, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Aemon Davros, at your service." He finished wiping his hand of the strange liquid before giving Nadiya a small bow of his own.



Safiya had not been resting for more then a few minutes, before an uneasy feeling began to come over her. It was not a feeling of illness, but more a feeling that something was going wrong or about to go wrong. As if by instinct she opened her eyes and was greeted with the sight of a young face staring back at her. It was the face of the young pale girl from before and she was kneeling on the foot of the bed, looming over Safiya as if like a statue, perched on the upper edge of a church wall. "Your a strange one, the first I've seen that was on the upper floors to sleep out of their own bed.." The child giggled for a moment as she looked down on Safiya and grinned. Revealing to the young woman that the little girls mouth was home to some rather sharp and monstrous teeth. To add emphasis to the unease of the moment, her lower lip possessed a rather dark, turgid, red stain. A color that was unanimous with only one other thing that Safiya could bring to mind right now.

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Intense eyes looked around the strange garden of life as she followed behind the man, remembering what he stated about being regarded as simple the master of the house. HA!, yes she was technically his slave but never in her life would she call him master or lord, the very thought annoyed her. If he refused to give out his real name than she would regard him as 'The Man' from here on out, or at least until she could come across it in some type of record in the Library. It was at this moment that her mind realized that she had stopped surveying the garden in order to stare at his back while they walked, and even stranger was the fact that she felt like her normal self while doing it; no anger, hunger, or disgust had settled in the big of her soul, however she could safely saw that it was completely gone.

While thinking this her mind switched to ultra guard mode as two figures sitting side by side in the distance caught her attention. Instantly she recognized one from earlier in the day when everyone was first introduced to The Man and then given their ribbons. Who was she whispering to.....and where were his hands? Questions flooded her mind but many dispersed as the two figures began to get bigger and bigger as they got closer to them, revealing more features of the unknown fellow; smallish, pale, dark hair.....and strange eyes, as if he saw things that many others were not privy to seeing. She was both comforted but also unsettled by him, and instantly looked at the reactions of the spider boy and The Man to see if they were used to this man or not. Deep in her mind she hoped that she was the only one out of the loop about who he was, that would be equally embarrassing and stressful.

The next thing she knew, her ears were perking up at the sound of The Man talking to the group. Every word that came out of his mouth made her more and more ready for a fight, especially the part of her having little control over her baser nature. "What do you know of my baser nature?" She was honestly curious of what The Man knew, but the words came out with more attitude than she intended for it, making her feel like she was a pouting child, damnit. Instead of trying to apologize and seem defeated she let the question die down as he continued the rest of his speech about throwing them into pits (another laughable cause) and their best situation, which was all making her fed up with the lot of them. There was no situation, or threat; yes she was becoming hungrier than usually but all of this would eventually blow over, it's not like she planned on going around eating people! With a small huff she shifted feet and looked up to cautiously to gaze at the newcomer.

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He listened to her words as though he had a choice which he didn't. The option to keep the silence was long forgone.

"I guess the only question he could of asked has already been answered."

Her voice whispered back in much the same way.

As the two sat in the garden near the pond in the distance he could hear the grinding of the elevator. The voices he could hear over the mechanical cacophony were mostly unknown to him save one. The voice in the not-noise who had spoken to him earlier was coming and bringing friends no less. The noise had not the same potency it previously possessed however. The howl was but a breeze, not deafening but still audible. They walked, all coming into view when they approached him. Babble had yet to look up at them though. He could see little more than their feet.

And so Kenner spoke his piece on what to do with the three of them. Babble listened but not just to his words. He wanted to learn just how his voice worked, a curiosity in and of itself. He would of mulled over the very specifics of it longer were it not for the half-demoness's interruption. Her voice was not even a hundredth as interesting as Kenner's own voice was. He had her voice long before she was even aware of him.


Taken out of his concentration he figured he might as well make some use of the time since he was being spoken at by his new master. Kenner had deemed him a threat? Such accusation was news to him. Babble never recalled hurting anyone, it sounded awful.

Without warning Babble simply fell back, his head falling into the waters of the pond. He didn't need his head to speak and he wanted to look at the world like a fish would. Hearing was one thing, seeing was something he never did much with so this was something new for him. After all the water looked so cool and blue, who wouldn't want to soak their head in it?

"He wouldn't hurt anyone. That is not his choice."

The womanly voice of the half-demoness that Kenner had brought along spoke, the origin of the sound being right behind her head. It not only spoke with her sound but the tone and manners which she had demonstrated thus far carried into it as well. It was as perfect a production of her speech could be. Not that Babble had put much effort into it of course. Listening to such subtle undertones was about as natural for him as breathing water was to a fish. Such curious creatures, fish. The fact they didn't have eyelids was quite a neat fact to him.

The light above him seemed to flow as he looked up through the surface of the pond. The refraction of the light made it seemingly dance in the softly undulating body of water. All this wonder and mystery took his mind far away from the fact that he wasn't holding his breath when he went under. He hardly seemed to care.

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The spider was not pleased with any part of this situation. He had been sleeping soundly in his web when the master of the house had rudely forced him out of his room. The entire time he was dragged out, he was hissing up a storm. He was tired and all he wanted to do was sleep. He didn't care who this person thought he was. He was royalty and he wasn't about to just lay down for the man and let him walk all over him. Unfortunately, he did have to listen a bit considering the fact he knew absolutely nothing about this mansion and there was no way off of this island except by ship. He did not like the ship and he knew no one would help him get back to his homeland. He was stuck here. Fine, he'd listen but that didn't mean he was going to take it all quietly. He'd show the bastard he wasn't some weakling he could just push around. He did not respect the man. Respect was earned.

Azai crossed his arms as he glared at the man and gave the briefest glance to the woman beside him. She was the other black ribbon creature. He wondered if they were called out specifically for that reason. Would the man finally describe what the color of their ribbon meant? He had noted that the colored ribbons meant something. Was it some sort of hierarchy? Perhaps all the polite and weak creatures that rolled over for this bastard got different colors to indicate they could easily be used. If that was the case, having a black ribbon was the best option.

He followed the stranger and the woman into the elevator and frowned. What exactly was this thing? He used a knuckle to tap one of the walls in curiosity and tensed when it started to move. He hated that he gave away his unease with this strange moving box by the way he pressed against a corner. He'd never been in anything that moved up and down. The ship had been a rather new experience as well. Moving with this thing did prove to get them to their destination faster but that didn't mean he had to like it. He preferred using his legs and arms to move about. He settled himself and pulled away from the wall and tried to pretend he hadn't had a moment's panic.

That's when he realized the female ribbon was talking, asking his name and the master's name. He was curious to but the man did not provide his name. Figures. He shook his head. There was no way he was ever going to call the man master. He turned to the demon and gave an incline of his head and a fanged smile. "Azai. Pleasure. And I agree. That so called 'meal' was a tease and you know it," he stated and crossed his arms over his chest. It had been something to fill his belly but he still preferred the taste of larger and juicier prey.

And then they reached their destination. Azai looked up and tensed a bit wary. What was on this floor? Where was this man taking them anyway? He had just made that room his. Were they being moved? He walked out of the elevator and let his eyes scan over the area. It looked... lively. It seemed as if they were outside but Azai didn't think it was. Was this a dome of some sort? The plants and scents of other living creatures seemed real enough. Why was everything so pleasant here? He turned his attention to the two sitting down in the grass and narrowed his eyes. What was all of this about? There was something about the male he didn't quite like. He was... off.

The male pretending to be his master spoke up then and he arched an eyebrow. He was trying to decide what to do with them? He didn't want them to fight in the arena? That was a good thing at least since Azai knew his skills would not be useful in a confrontation like that. He was much more suited to setting things up and lying in wait. Luna didn't seem to care so much for this either and he couldn't help but grin. Before he could voice anything, he heard the boy speak up. His eyes widened in surprise. He sounded exactly like Luna. How did he do that? Was he just mimicking her voice? How strange! He wanted to prod him and figure out the source of such an intriguing power but now was not the time. He was a bit unnerved when the man flopped onto his back and rolled and... put his head beneath the water. Yup, he was rather strange. He shrugged it off and turned to the master of the manor.

"I have an idea. Why don't you let us go home?" he questioned then and settled his hands on his hips. "I do have a life you know and I am not going to bow to you. You are not my master and you never will be. What gives you the right to even consider yourself as such?" he questioned then. "You have not proven yourself worthy to me in any way. Back home, you'd be bowing to me."

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Luna had been thinking contently about her predicament and was forcefully pulled out of them when her brain thought that it had heard her say something. The voice that sounded like her seemed to be speaking from directly behind her and the hairs on the back of her neck instantly stood at attentions. Turning around she saw no one and the faces of the other three either looked puzzled or like they simple didn't care. That left only the strange one with his head in the water like a blubbering fish. "Intriguing parlor trick" she said with a simple flick of her ash white hair as she lowered her eyes to the ground to try and mask the huge amount of discomfort that she felt. Such a skill couldn't cause her much physical damage, but deep down she knew that such a skill could cause a lot of problems if he decided to use her voice to get her into any other trouble with the Man. The very thought sent weird raised humps of skin on her arms and legs; goosebumps is what she thought the humans called them. Her slender arms crossed themselves over her chest and she took steps back from the handless creature, staring at him intently as he played around in the water.

Her staring only stopped when she heard of the voice of the male beside her make a joke about how The Man should take them all home. A chuckle escaped her lips as she remembered the name he had given her on the elevator; Azai. She liked the sound of it and found that it fit him well, spicy and elegant all at the same time without even trying. However she did not let the comedic moment pass by without noting the key detail that he has just dropped on them. He had not come here willingly and was regarded as royalty back in his homeland. Internally she felt a sense of relief in knowing that everyone here was not after the same goal such as herself. Feeling better she continued to chuckle and turned to The Man to see what his reaction would be to the confident young man with her.

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Azai watched as the 'master' looked towards him. He wondered how the man was going to respond to his insinuation. His words were true. Okay maybe he gave a white lie. He wasn't royalty, but he was close enough. He was a high ranking nobility and he was friends with the ruling family. Regardless, he was still used to giving orders, not receiving them. And here came this person, naked, without a single mark on him and he had the audacity to try and make him kneel. He knew nothing of this man or his 'powers' if he even had any. For all he knew he was just a regular human pretending he had all these abilities. Humans did that often and they thought they were above all of the other creature which simply wasn't true.

The man circled him and the demon and then he spoke while maintaining that sickening smile. Azai's eyes twitched in annoyance. Kenner was right after all. He didn't have the power to escape this place. He frowned as the surroundings began to dim... there was something wrong. His senses were going hay-wire in warning. The air seemed to grow still and the sun's warmth was fading. How was the sun's heat fading? It was not night. Then he felt the heat on his arm and looked down to the ribbon. He tilted his head at first confused but the ribbon only grew in heat. Azai reached to his arm and gripped the ribbon and tried to pull away the burning thing but it remained where it was placed. Then Kenner grabbed his arm and Azai felt frozen. He couldn't move! What was this stranger doing to him? Azai cried out lightly unintentionally as the heat increased. He was sure that if this continued, the man would burn his arm off. Unbidden tears collected in his eyes from the pain.

Then it was gone.

Kenner pulled away and the heat vanished like it was never there. Azai gave a light hiss in defense as he put a couple steps of distance between the two of them. Azai glowered at the man like a pouting child who had just received punishment but was unwilling to bow his head just yet. Even his bottom lip extended in grudge. Sure the burning hurt but it would take more than that before Kenner had his respect. Azai was a teenager after all and he was a rebellious thing; one that always pushed limits and danced that line of risk taking.

And as the man had mentioned, he had noticed the fear in the other servants and he had relished in their fear. It meant they wouldn't approach him without caution and he wasn't interested in playing nursemaid to a bunch of strangers. Right now he was preferring his solitude. He didn't want their fear to change. He liked creeping people out and popping up out of nowhere to make them gasp in fright it was fun.

When the man turned his gaze away from him, Azai looked down at the ribbon. He couldn't move it and see the damage it caused and there was still a residual ache there. He glanced up at the man before he pulled his arm closer and did his best to lick at the edge of the ribbon to try and ease the burn but the ribbon was in a position that made it a bit difficult to reach. After a couple of licks, he gave up trying to wet it and turned his attention back to the man and the strange creature that was dragged out of the water. Kenner mentioned something about an elemental but he didn't quite know what that meant. He to wondered what powers that creature had.

Then the man asked what their abilities were and what they wanted to accomplish while here. Azai didn't know how to answer really. He didn't want to give him all of his information but he also really didn't want to go to the arena. He would not survive that no matter how much he wanted to pat himself on the back and boast about himself. He didn't want to test the man too much at this moment. His place here was obviously precarious in this situation with that threat looming.

Azai crossed his arms just to be a little defiant though it got him nowhere. "I don't know what I want from my time here," he answered. "I haven't given that thought. I was much more concerned with eating and sleeping." He would have left it there but maybe if he had a 'place' here, he could find a better way to get out of this place and not have to glance over his shoulder wondering if he was heading to the arena next. "...I weave webs," he sighed then. "I like to use the webs to decorate places and can make various designs with the thread. My webs are sturdy and can catch most people in the sticky silk if one would rush towards it. I can walk on the walls and ceilings and can be stealthy. And I have venom." There. He answered the man's questions though he hated every sentence that came out of his mouth. He didn't know where Kenner could place him. Here, none of his abilities seemed all that useful.

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It was fun. The fish looked quite funny upside down. Actually they looked funny right side up as well. Fish looked weird. The hands which housed secrets well kept grasped him and pulled him from the water. He was a bit disappointed he couldn't stay in his underwater adventure any longer. As she sat him down his body started acting off. The flesh now pulled from the water into the land of air and ground started to struggle for the air it once breathed. During his stay in the water the fluid made it's way to his lungs. The lungs tried to operate as they always did but there was water in the way.

He cast a short field of quiet sound over himself. The sound which destroyed other sounds since it itself was the very same sounds it cancelled out. Two sounds yet the same sounds, waves of equal amplitude and strength crashing into one another resulting in a complete stop. He cast this sound to cancel out the sound of him coughing to clear his lungs of water. Coughing was an annoying sound, one he didn't much care for. It sounded like disease, it sounded like suffering. He abolished the noise altogether so he along with others wouldn't need to suffer through hearing his body painfully clear the intrusive element from his airway.


Soon after he was finished silently coughing he turned down his volume enough so that he might hear Kenner speak. He felt the water he had unwittingly swallowed sloshing about inside him. It made him feel sick like an uncomfortable water balloon. Still he didn't really regret his decision. Pain and discomfort for Babble were both synonymous with being alive. A halt on his suffering only meant he had managed to slip into that darkness between waking and dream for even in his dreams he wasn't safe from his tortures. Only the recess between the stages of waking were shelter to him. That very special period where sound has yet to enter his conscious thought.

Just as he dwelt on how he was feeling Kenner grabbed his arms delivering a sensation which kicked him straight from his train of thought and into the moment. He could swear he could feel his hands again or at least something close to how he remembered it. It was an uncanny sensation which spurred Babble's whole body into a constant rocking shiver. His eyes teared up as the sensation brought about feelings of shock, happiness and some fear. He knew he could not see his hands and it was most definitely some cruel mental trick, like a cat toying with a mouse. The physical feedback however did scratch that ever so unscratchable itch, the empty feelings at the ends of his stumps where his mind believed his hands should be. There was little to convince his subconscious mind that such a change had been mind. Every time he saw something he wanted to pick up he would reach out only for the cognitive dissonance to strike him down.


In the grass surrounding the group faint voices could be heard all around whispering like tiny field mice. The voices were high like pixies of androgynous gender, sharp and squeaky like.

"Hands!" "My hands!" "I feel hands!" "M-my hands..." "How do I feel hands?" "Why do we feel hands?" "Hands! Hands! Hands!"
"Like hands, love hands." "Hands for mittens." "Hands for gloves!" "Why can't I see them?" "Where are my hands!?" "I wonder if he'll let me use forks." "H.. Ha... Hands." "Haaaaaaaands!" "Handy hands for handy lands!" "But what about the hands?" "Please give hands." "I like hands." "What's special? I know hands are!" "H. A. N. D. S. Gooooo hands!" "Bendy hands. Beeeendy. Like macaroni." "Please... Please."

When Kenner released his arms to go see Azai and the guard who spoke of events Babble was only tangentially aware of he simply collapsed to his knees, looking down at his empty stumps. With the sensation which had ensued having vanished the ends started to feel almost as if they were burning like candle wicks. Phantom limb syndrome, a pesky condition of the human mind to continue trying to receive messages from limbs that are no longer present. It wasn't the worst he had ever felt but the syndrome never failed to return like the coastal tides.


Pulling his legs in with his arms tucked in the middle he sat in the fetal position, rocking back and forth as he tried to cast the invisible flames from his mind. He recalled the question Kenner had asked not long ago, the one about aspirations and skills. He was well used to thinking under intense pain, his sound ever active even if the flesh he still calls his body was being flayed from the bone with whips of demonic flame.

"You know what I am."

The voice was Chlorra's own but not identical. while it possessed all the qualities her voice held it was somewhat scratchy, somewhat harsh even. It spoke with inherent malice, not towards Kenner but in nature alone. It was a voice that could make lesser men's skin crawl and it caused Babble no less pain than the original. He managed to look up to Kenner, his face plastered with a crooked grin which he wore to mask the pain using such a voice brought himself. He did not enjoy the pain but he wouldn't change what made the voice hers. It might not of been identical but he didn't wish to lessen it's authenticity no matter the cost.

"Babble is sound. It is instruments. Treat this instrument as you will."

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Azai tensed and let out an involuntary hiss when Kenner approached him. He took a step back to get some distance between them and the young spider was as tense as a bow string. He did not trust this man and if he approached him, he was sure Kenner was going to apply that burning pain again. He did not like pain and would not just stand there waiting for it. He did hate that this action made him look like he feared the man. He didn't want to show fear. Damn body for reacting on its own. There was nothing he could do about it now and at least Kenner hadn't tried to continue moving closer. The man's attention was all on him however as he began to talk about an opportunity. It seemed the fact that he had said he was part of the royal class had peeked his interest. Kenner wanted to entrust such a position to him? He eyed the man suspiciously then.

The arachnid crossed his arms over his chest as he debated the proposal. What was Kenner really getting at? Azai had disobeyed him and refused to bow to him and now he was being offered a high position in his court? And what was court life like here anyway? He doubted it would be like what he was used to. If someone displeased you, it usually ended up with a physical fight where the offender or the accuser was eaten. He doubted Kenner would let him devour his political opponents. Was this some sort of trick question? He lifted his long nimble fingers and tapped his lips in thought. He got an extra moment to think as a guard entered the room and spoke quietly to Kenner about something. It looked like interesting things were happening elsewhere as well. He glanced at the man that had been in the water just to look at something as he debated his decision. Babble? Was that his name? He didn't seem to have a problem being a tool. Eventually, the black widow sighed and returned his hands to his arms.

"You are going to have to tell me more about what this political position entails. I am not actually part of the royal family back home. I am a noble with close ties to the royal prince so I am like extended family," he said first to clarify his words. "I think the political arena I am used to is very different from the one you are picturing. And you said something that has given me pause. You said entertain dignitaries. What do you mean by 'entertain'?" he asked then. "Though my original thought was that you want me to be one of the people that represents your house but now that I dwell on that 'entertain' word, I have the feeling I am not actually going to be a politician, am I? Are you saying I will be entertaining them in my web?" asked with a wry little grin. "I don't mind giving them a bit of a... dance, but I will not play maid and run around serving drinks. If you think my only worth is in serving drinks, then I'll pass. I'd rather decorate this place with a bit of flair."

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Kenner nods his head several times as he gets Azai and Babbles reply, though in the case of Babble he was somewhat apprehensive about just letting him go about his business around raven home without some kind of oversight. Though with all things in an effort to understand and a need to achieve. He could find some way to make things work in the end, just as he always has.

He clasped his hands together in a slight sign of happiness, the excitement shown in the fact that Azai was even interested in what he had to say. "It really means nothing, just being a point of words on my part. So how you could take it, could be either way, moot for all I care. The teachers here would help you understand everything from political etiquette, to regional dialects and histories." Kenner raises his hand and snaps his fingers, with a calm resplendent smile on his face. Only for Azai to feel the band on his arm begin to act up again. As he looked, its color began to shift and replace its original slowly. Becoming more blue in shade and leaving only a small section at its binding, completely black.

"I'll take your questions as at least, an interest in what my house has to offer." He walks up to Azai and places a hand on his shoulder, missing all of the problems that his touch brought before. "All you must do is follow the rules of our home and you shall find a new life here. I am not asking you to kneel to me or anyone else, that you would not chose to do so yourself." He removes his hand as he backs away from Azai, giving his head a slight turn towards Babbles own person. "Now you on the other hand, if you are going to be a part of this house. I must do something to stabilize your presence here. An elemental is a thing of nature and can barely abide by such a static construct, in the least." He reaches down and takes Babble up in his arms once more, helping him to stand.

"I can tell your body is still whole, just not all in one place. Now when my house purchased you, it was the intention of having all of you and not just part of what you are. I wish to rectify this and balance your perspective of the world around you."

"Would you wish for this?"





Aemon looks over as the young dragon hurls snarls and spits in his direction, a clear protest of what he was doing. He looks back down at her as she protest about her confined position and the lengths that the men went through the keep her contained. He gave her a slight lean to he head as he replied, both to her request and the question that Nadiya posed for him as well. "I cannot unfortunately, the problem being of what you are and how you might react to your newfound freedom.. if you can call it that. Besides the guards may not look it, but they have the ability to harm you should they need to and when it comes to it. They would most likely put you back in the chains, or in a worse position." He kneels before her again and lays a hand on her shoulder, at least showing her some compassion. "I understand that your uncomfortable, but I have seen it all before and in time this tension will pass. You will come to be at ease here, all it takes is time."

At that moment, Akhira's senses lit like a fire, as if her body was warning her of some imminent danger. As if she were caught in a burning building, or trapped in the bowels of a sinking ship. Her sight was drawn to a figure sitting quietly behind Aemon and Nadiya, perched patiently on the side of the small fountain. It was Chlorra and how long she had been sitting there was unsure, even the fact that both Aemon and Nadiya had not noticed her arrival. Though the guards themselves did not seem bothered by her sudden appearance and as Aemon followed theline of sight that Akhira's eyes were focused on. Only for his reaction to be noted as he looked, with a strange scowl forming on his brow. As he turned his face back towards the young dragon, who could feel Aemon's grip tighten slightly at his own discomfort.

"I had sent for master Kenner, though I did not expect you miss Chlorra."
She stood and waltzed slowly towards the small gathering, with a slow glide in her movements. Akhira's dragonic senses able to see where the extreme sense of dread was coming from, as it flowed off of the dark woman. Like heavy smoke off the edges of a burning hut and gliding across the floor.

What came next was a low whisper, but with it was a burning sensation to the ear. "No need to be so cross my dear doctor, he is merely occupied for the moment." She drew closer and placed a hand on the underside of Akhira's chin, taking hold and pulling, placing a small strain on the chains holding her. "I am glad to see that you brought me a present. She leans closer with Akhira seeing the very energies seeping from behind the mask she wore and spoke words all too clear to Akhira.
"(Tell me little one, is your pride hurt?)

"(To be captured and prodded by those insufferable stains of life..)"

Akhira could see that the sides of Chlorra's face were widening in what only could be discerned as a smile.

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Luna watched as the two began to discus politics and instantly tuned out of reality and into the confines of her own mind. The first lace it went was to the events of earlier, specifically, the event of Azai's ribbon burning against him while The Man came near. The scene was both terrifying but also a bit alluring for her. Though this was no surprise to her as she knew that it was her demonic nature to be attuned to extremely powerful forces, but the thing that confused her the most was the stiffness of her fellow black ribbon bearer, and the stillness of the air around them; which felt thick enough for her to cut with her own nail. Had The Man paralyzed him without so much as a phrase, how was that even possible? And how was he able to make the ribbon burn without so much as looking at it, alchemy? Many possibilities rang through her head but at the heart of it all wa the need to know more about where his powers and how she could acquire them herself. A devilish hiss escaped her mouth as her body shivered from just the thought of having a sliver of the power this Man head.....or the idea of having his head on a stack in her backyard; either would suffice.

With a crack of her knuckled she allowed her mind to travel to other topics of thought, such as the new information she had just gained on her spider peer. He was affiliated with royalty and had venom, and was FORCED to be here? This peeked her interest in the boy, along with the fact that he obviously had some type of hatred for The Man just like she did, this made her hopes begin to soar but knew better than to let it get too big. If she could play her cards right then a new ally could be made with this one.

Next her mind shifted towards the creature who slithered his way into the center of her universe with ease that slightly scared her; The Man. He had said something about showing them down below if they misbehaved but this hardly caused her to quack in her boots like he probably thought it would; having a military background mean that not many physical dangers scared-no, she only felt what the humans called "fear" when someone possessed the ability to dig inside her mind, that really rocked her to the core. Her thoughts and knowledge were her best assets and anyone who could tap into them was a huge threat that needed to be eliminated, but sadly she highly doubted that she could even get close to The Man without suffering the same fate as Azai. With a sigh she crossed her arms and gazed back towards the two as they continued to talk about nothing that pertained to her. Looking past them towards the one sitting on the bench around the water was the creature that had mimicked her voice. He also seemed bored but unlike her he seemed content to amuse himself by looking back at the fish, and it was at this moment that she noticed for once that he had no hands...only stubs. This odd deformity intrigued her and she couldn't help but stare at it constantly. What caused him to lose his hands, or not get them in the first place. Before she knew it her legs walked her closer her until she was almost right up on him, but not too close, that wouldn't be comfortable. Instead she was happy with simply sitting in front of him and staring at his features, collecting as much information as she could about the strange creature. Was he even apart of this world?

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Kenner smiled at Luna for a moment as he caught the look on her face as he awaited Babbles reply. The idea that she could be concerned or interested in some way, was a good plus for him and would mean guiding her attentions was in fact possible. "I see that you are not so quiet anymore, that is good to say the least. Because now we can help each other with that expenditure. All of this, is to see the best place for you among my house..." The air goes still for a moment as a tension could be felt stirring and then a deep echoing sound came bursting through the open air of the building. The singular hall leading to the atrium was more then enough to amplify this sound, allowing them to hear the roar that fallowed. Only for a stringent sigh to come out from Kenners lips as he realized that sending Chlorra, may not have been the best of choices.

He raises a hand for a moment, palming his own face in the process. This gave way to the guards posted nearby to approach, only to subsequently be held to stop by the out stretched hand of Kenner. "I will deal with this, just take our new friends back to their rooms and have this one assigned to one as well." He stepped back from the small group and looked back at them for a moment with a somber expression in tow. "You may want to cover your eyes." Not a moment before he said this, did his flesh and hair begin to glow a quick, exaggerating white light.

Luna, Babble and Azai all were in no position to argue his suggestion, as the sight quickly began too much to bare. As if they were all staring directly into the sun and as if the sun had been situated only several feet away from their faces. Luna was the only one to have an adverse reaction to this however, as her skin began to feel like it was being flayed from her arms as she covered her face. It was almost as if she were rushing headlong into a wall of flame and just like that the sensation was gone. A gust of air pressing against them was the last sign of Kenner's presence, before their eyes could adjust enough to notice his absence.




As Akhira makes her debut transformation for the whole of the foyer to see, only a few things can be heard after she manages to do some minor structural damaged with her emergent thrashing. For the most part, the sound of the water from the fountain was unobstructed and clear as the breaking stone began to settle and after that, it was the sound of clapping. Chlorra was standing there staunchly were she was before, keeping her attention focused entirely on the young dragon.

It was then from this position that Akhira could see something else was off about the strange woman. Looking down on her from the height, she could see that Chlorra's shadow split into three direction, instead of brushing from the angle of a light source. "Such a precious little treasure aren't we?" Weather she was still referring to Akhira's age or her size was a slight forethought at that point. She merely turned her head to look on at Nadiya as she began to approach Akhira, letting the young woman lock her gaze onto herself before Chlorra began to shake her head. As if to emphasis that Nadiya should take this moment to step back.

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Azai found himself unsure of how to react towards the man. He answered his question with relative ease and far more bluntly than he though he would. So the word itself didn't truly mean anything. He could ascribe whatever he wanted to the role. The man was going to give him teachers to learn etiquette and the like. Most of that sounded like a bore, but he did like the idea of entertainment. He wasn't going to be a dainty little servant that pitter-pattered around handing off drinks. With this role, he could glean secrets. He liked secrets. And he liked seeing people squirm. It seemed like this position could be of use to him after all. He could find out so many things and in a way, he was completing the same function he had back home. Even then he had to listen to other nobles, flirt and allure until he got the answers he needed. Most of those rendezvous ended up with the dignitaries in his web or bitten. He was sure this place had its own way of doing things but there was no reason not to test the waters at least. It beat the idea of going to an arena anyway.

"Yes, I am a little interested," he answered the man. "I am willing to listen. For now," he mused. He tapped his long fingers against his lips as he rolled the idea around his mind. And then the man had to go and say that he din't want Azai to kneel to him or to anyone. He eyed him a bit wary. Why? He was here as the man's 'slave'. Wouldn't the master of the house want all of his pretty little servants to kneel before him? He had burned him not a moment ago when he acted up. Was that not kneeling to this stranger? He would have to watch this man's interactions with the others carefully. He wanted to find out more about this odd 'master of the house.'

He felt something on his arm then and looked down. He thought it would start burning again but it didn't. Instead, the inky blackness began to brighten until most of the ribbon was blue. Only the outer rim remained as dark as the abyss. How strange. It was that blue he had seen on many of the other servants. Was this supposed to mean that he wasn't a danger anymore? He thought it was rather presumptuous of the man to assume he still wasn't a danger to the others. He agreed to listen to these tutors of his and investigate his proposal but he hadn't agreed to anything. Well, the blue at least would give him more room to walk around he supposed. Azai felt eyes on him then and glanced over at Luna though she didn't say anything to him. Instead, she walked over to the arm-less creature in front of them. Azai still had no idea what to think about this 'elemental' as the master termed him. He had never encountered a creature like him.

And then Kener mentioned something about closing their eyes. He frowned and tilted his head to the side. Why did they have to close their eyes? He didn't need to wait long to find out. The man's hair brightened in color and Azai had to quickly cover his eyes and turn away least the light blind him. When Kenner was gone, he peeked through his fingers before he straightened himself out. That was... kinda cool. How did the man teleport that way? He wanted to ask him about that next time. Whelp, it looked like they were going to go back to their rooms now. Azai liked that idea. He'd get to sleep more. "All right then! Back to the web," he mused more to himself than anything as he walked towards the door that contained that lift thing.

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Kenner had helped him up to stand. When he let go Babble could not tell if he was standing by his own will or not. Were there even the slightest breeze it might of knocked him over. He wasn't feeling well and all this talking was starting to get to him. It was like standing next to three loud engines in the middle of a busy crowd. He was already uncomfortable, all this was just an unpleasant addition.

Kenner had asked him a question. "Would you wish for this?"

It wasn't a simple question. Binary yes but it came with implications both lovely and awful. He did want his hands back but his previous master had went to lengths to make sure his magic would bind his hands so they would not be able to be healed in any known way. Whether Kenner knew of a way to bypass this was unknown to him. Kenner showed great promise in his power thus far but he had no idea of what he was capable or not capable of.


More worrisome than the possibility of losing his hands for good somehow was what Kenner might of meant by 'balance your perspective of the world around you'. Such was the nature of masters. They were just not capable of keeping themselves from taking things away from their slaves like their freedoms... Or their minds. Babble could tell he was speaking of adjusting his ability to feel the sound, to hear the very fabric of who he was. How Kenner planned to do that and to what extent he felt like going to was unknown. Babble only knew from his past lessons to expect the worst.

Before he could answer Kenner started to glow. He wasn't looking at the man to begin with so averting his eyes wasn't necessary. He could see the man just fine through the sound reflected off his skin and emitted from him as well. In a sense it was hard for Babble to not know whether Kenner was or wasn't there. When he vanished from the room Babble could sense the sound passing through where he once stood. He could identify almost the exact instant that Kenner was gone from this location. What he couldn't tell yet was where he had appeared. He had heard not only the roar from several rooms away but the conversations that led to the resulting bellow. He simply hadn't cared prior since there were always conversations around him. He struggled to tell them apart as each word spoken carried as much importance as the next until he was given a reason to care.


Regardless of the events transpiring elsewhere Babble was simply left with the other band bearers and some guards approaching. The others were looking at him, that much was clear. There was nothing left for him to say. Around him a sound started to occur, cloaking him like an aura. It was the sound ghosts make. It was infrasound.

To those who heard such a sound it would not be audible like any mundane sound. Instead it would manifest as a feeling of a feeling of fear and discomfort, the brain's reaction to the irritation brought about by the vibrations. The room's temperature would feel as though it just dropped, bringing about a chill which might instigate goosebumps. The room's temperature wasn't dropping however, just the perception of it. As the sound acts upon the discs within the eyes of those listening the vibrations would cause them to start seeing ethereal shapes at the very edge of their vision, always just barely out of sight with the brain filling in the blanks for what it might be. Such was the nature of infrasound, that spooky noise that ghosts made. Babble could tell the guards that were going to bring him to his new prison were none too happy though the reason why was obscured from them.

Babble sometimes wondered if he was a ghost and the reason he couldn't pass through walls was because the whole world was also a ghost.

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Character Portrait: Luna Marquise Grimm Character Portrait: Azai Laquil Character Portrait: Babble Character Portrait: NPC - Raven Loft
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Babble

Was he going mad? Or gone mad? Was there a difference?

He swore he knew that he was doing it. Did it not seem that way to others? Was something that was strictly a fact to him not even real to others? He pondered as to the fact everyone seemed perfectly comfortable despite his sound. He couldn't discern if they were feeling it and just hiding their paranoia and disruption very well or if they simply didn't even receive it for reasons beyond explaining. Whatever it was it had Babble confused somewhat. There must of been someone, even just a guard, who felt the way literally everyone does when exposed to infrasound.

Regardless he was taken by the arm by a tall guard with a plume coming out from the back of her helm. Despite the frame he knew full well that the guard was female. His sound echoed within the metal casing, rebuffed by her very shape within and sent back out for Babble to see. Shapes, textures, little was hidden from sound save color and magic. He could even hear what she had for breakfast. It wasn't a pleasant sound but it wasn't something he could consciously filter without first being aware of it.


Pulled into the elevator, hanging from the guards arm like he was her very own purse, he stood and looked around at the contraption around him once again. By this point he could probably point to each and every part of this elevator if someone were to take it apart and throw the bits into a pile of scrap. What he could learn about a living body he could learn about metal much faster. Metal was a better conduct for sound, it carried his waves so well. As the subtle sonic vibrations echoed through the metal of the elevator itself like ripples through a pond he felt as though he and the elevator were connected. His influence on this material was strong, stronger still ever since Kenner left. While the phenomena that was the house master's own sound was something of particular interest to Babble it was difficult to grasp the world around him while he was close.

As the elevator started to operate it's gears ground and clicked, wheels rolled on metal and metal cables groaned. To him it was like they were in some massive metal esophagus. He never really noted the nature of the sounds before due to Kenner's interference but now he could take it all in at point blank range. They were so loud too. If he were not dampening the noises around him it would be most excruciating. Of course as a side effect the words of the guard were far quieter than they should of been, not that he cared. He could hear her just fine, whether or not the others could was not his concern.


That is when he started hearing a rhythm within his head. Though abrasive these noises were they all held a distinct pattern. It sort of reminded him of a song. Listening along he could hear the potential but the sound needed a little help. Using the perpetual grinding of gears to set his tempo he started modifying the other sounds to meet the rhythm. The straining of the metal cables were amplified, fading in and out of audible ranges like the tide. He altered the pitch of the metal sides, shifting to the tune like an organ. Every sound of the elevator was being orchestrated and Babble was the conductor.

The sound was no less monstrous than the machine itself. It's mechanical melody was a testament to it's true nature, a metal cage lost in a vertical hallway. The music would best fit the scene of a nightmare, lost in an infernal engine. What might of been disturbing for others however was rather tame for him. This was just a taste of how it felt to be him.

He started nodding his head along to the beat. He was smiling, pleased with the harmony he's established. This was his way of becoming more familiar with sounds. By establishing order within the discord he can understand the nature of the sounds better. By commanding the sounds he can refine his control over them. He started to laugh as the tune started to come together quite nicely for him. It wasn't his laughter though. It was the three other's voices laughing. The three other voices of the people who were in the elevator with him, all laughing together as one voice. The laughter was backwards, played in reverse.

His mouth never moved save only to smile.

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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
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kenner looked on as the men brought in their prize, which from the beginning he could tell was a vastly spiritual entity. Though anchored here in the material and confined into a physical body, a glow being slightly apparent from the boy. Something that only Kenner could see for the moment, since he was more aware of such things.

The acts of the young woman Nadiya was somewhat intriguing to him, as someone willing to be so forward and protective of someone she could not possibly know. Or something that a human would normally find intimidating, or frightening and distance themselves from. A small smile did grace his face for a few moments as she did this, though when the captor began to speak again. Kenner could find the petulant whining wearing on his patience. He looked at the man and motioned with a finger for him to go upstairs "Up and then the door on your left, the young lady inside will be the one to pay you. However I would like if the rest of your men waited outside, the place is going to get crowded pretty soon."

The man gave a nod and told his few men to head outside for the time being, while he quickly made his way up the wide staircase. It was obvious that the thought of money was spurring him on, more so then most other thoughts. As the man disappeared and his other companions vanished out the door, Kenner had two of the guards close the main entrance behind them after they left. This left only a smaller door, framed within the large set as an exit and the guards finally locked the main entrance as the two heavy slabs collided.

Kenner walked towards Nadiya and the young boy as he down on the two "Well miss Nadiya, I must say you are a surprising find and it is good to see you mean well. Not many come here of their own volition, unless its to help their families or themselves. So.. It would be my pleasure to add one such as yourself to my household." He knelt and gently laid his hand on Seth's shoulder, looking him over and slowly discovering the damage the hunters had done. Only to look back at Aemon and call him over with a simple gesture, to which the man acquiesced. "Aemon, this one has been roughed up pretty good and since this young lady is going to be joining us. I suggest you take the two of them with you, treat the boy and see if she can be of any help to you." Aemon looked down and began to inspect Seth with a few glances, before nodding and reaching down to pick the young boy up. His small frame was light enough and his weight was rather inconsequential at this point "Its alright now, we'll have you fixed up in no time..."

Kenner looks at Nadiya as he begins to help her up off the floor, his touch surprisingly warm and soft. For a moment she can feel his eyes looking over her as if she were being appraised and he smiled when she caught him doing so. To which he slightly laughs "My apologies, its a force of habit at this point I'm afraid. Go ahead and follow mister Aemon, his quarters are not far at all."




As the three leave, the man from before comes down the stairs with a tied pouch hefted in one hand. With a look of glee on his face as he pads the small bag back and forth in his hands. "Good doing business with you Kenner" He says as he lands on the ground floor and begins to make his way for the exit, to which a guard opens the door for him. Kenner on the other hand pays the man no mind, as he has already made his way back to Akhira's side and has knelt down next to her, with a hand on her shoulder. The man leaves with the guard closing and securing the door, the last of the days sunlight pouring through before it closes and the rain has started to come down once more. Like it has been for the last few weeks.

Kenner rubs her shoulder slightly, letting his hand drop down slightly and then a warm emanation begins to cover her arm. Rolling her head to the side, she feels a the warmth grow to cover and encircle her arm. Before it stops and takes the form of singular black ribbon on her upper arm and Kenner speaks to her "There now, you are a member of my house and so you shall be marked as one." He starts to run his fingers through her hair as he looks down on her, only to take his hand and firmly grasp the back of her head tightly and her eyes shot open as she could feel the heat return. This time however it was flowing straight into her and not through. Her soreness began to disappear and the lax feeling of her body was starting to soften with each passing moment. It was now, he was giving her back enough stamina to facilitate moving and as he began to lift her up with his free hand. Kenner released his grip on her head and helped to steady her as he stood her up and sat her on the edge of the fountain.

He looked her over to ensure all of her wounds were healed stood before her "I must apologize for Chlorra, she has always had an unhealthy interest in those with dragons blood in their veins. You were no exception, though you did make a nice mess of my foyer."




Babble had been placed in his own room after a short walk, so close and confined with the others in the area. His ears could still make out the different sounds that pulsed through the entire building, though he could tell that their were areas guarded against his own senses. Several places nearby and there was even an entire section of the hose itself that was nothing but a blank section for him. No movement, no noise, no nothing, just a vast empty opening that seemed to nearly extend all the way into the sky above him.

Though there were other sections of the house he could hear music and singing, either from a group of children or adults, or a mix of the two. He could even hear the tapping of feet several floors above him and there was even the sound of someone working nearby, that seemed to sound like they were carving wood. Then came stranger noises, as if something were crawling inside the very walls and he could hear the things that crawled even talking to one another. Though it was safe to say that the words were unfamiliar to him in nearly every conceivable way.

His attention on the house almost did now allow him to hear the sound of his own door, being pushed open and small feet begin to peddle in. As he looked it was a person with covered features and a trey with a bowl. This was one of the maids from Raven Home, like from before. Though it was possible that Babble had possibly never seen one such as these, given that every feature was concealed and hidden away. Though, from the look of this person, the small stature and the lithe form. It was sure to be a female of some kind, however Babble was sure that he could hear a cluster of distinct ticking noises follow her around the room.

She laid the trey on the nightstand and produced a spoon from a pocket, wrapped in a clean silken cloth. She gathered a spoonful for Babble and presented it for him to eat. It was obvious this woman was sent to care for him as she leaned in and waited patiently. It was a rich and hearty smelling meal indeed, possibly prepared because of the condition he arrived in. Something that would be easier on his stomach, though it was uncertain if he had any actual meals in the last few weeks of his trip. Still the girl stood there before him, outstretched hand with the other held under the spoon to prevent a mess. It was strange this woman, not a piece of skin could be seen and the only sound that could be heard was the light repeated ticking.




Luna had been sitting with this book under her nose for several minutes now and she had begun to realize it was an incredibly dry read. This book was written as if it was from a first hand account, though it was not of anything important. There were accounts of how the building hand been changed in the beginning to suit larger needs and then there were accounts of how the lower and upper levels became a necessity. However the book did not contain how the building came to be, or how it was being constructed in the first place. Not even architects were being named and she was hard pressed to find any mention of any notable figures at all, save for one mention of Kenner in the beginning of the book and that as well was a footnote.

"To think I was just passing through.." Luna's head shot up, nearly with a pained jolt as she saw Chlorra standing on the other side of the table and in the dim light of the library it was more eerie than frightening. "and it was you that I would find here. I don't recall the master giving any new slave access to this place on their first day, now I wonder what that means for you." She looks down at the book Luna had set on the table and reaches a long thin finger down to flip it closed, its cover sitting on top."Ahhh.. looking for something I suppose, or just hungering for a little knowledge?" It was this time that Luna realized Chlorra's voice didn't cut like it did before, though it was still an uncomfortable thing to sit through.

A few moments passed, that began to grow increasingly uncomfortable as Luna could just feel Chlorra's eyes on her. Though it was hard to tell if she even had those hidden behind such a creepy visage as that mask and she noticed the dark woman's head keen over slightly as if to ask a mental question. Before long though, she did "Tell me little horn.. when you first met the master, did it burn? This was a serious question she asked, as followed by her tone. "Many of your kind, save for the most powerful usually have an extreme reaction to his presence. Being a half blood, was probably a saving grace for you." She commented.

Chlorra proceeded to laugh under her breath, which to an outside ear was a rather jaunting experience. Several voices laid upon one another echoed her, becoming a sick cacophony of humor.

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Babble did not have an answer for her. He wouldn't of given an answer even if he did have one. Who would be foolish enough to speak to the deaf?

The guards eventually ushered him out of the elevator, down the halls and into his room. The room was relatively bare and the light was likely illusory it seemed. Of more interest to Babble were the sounds just beyond. This was a house of mysteries for sure. Rooms and even entire sections were magically protected from his probing. This only meant that the most interesting things were kept in these places.

"Just what would someone want hidden from the likes of him? What secrets are so important?"

The voice of the guard who had escorted him here spoke out from a corner of the room. From the rooms that were hidden his attention drifted to the rooms that were not. It was not just his ears which picked up these many sounds though. The sounds did not need to be heard by him, they were him. He could feel them from the moment of their conception. Every step a person took was like a ripple in a vast lake. The closer these sounds were the stronger these sounds resonated to him. He could practically see the sounds, not as one might see things normally but as a function of sight nonetheless. He could follow the movements of every single person within the house, save the locations barred from his prying mind.


With that mind he heard the most interesting things. People singing were dandy and music was nice but he couldn't help but dissect the elements, look under the skin and study the parts directly. Some of the singers were off a key or two and they weren't in full synchronization. This bothered him.

What didn't bother him were the sounds within the walls. Now these were of interest to him. These things which lived inside the walls as rats would, unknown entities which seemed to travel within the very components of this structure. They walked not in the halls most took but in far smaller corridors, going about and even speaking with one another. Their words were fascination, worthy of remembering. It seemed to be a language he had yet to decipher and language was a thing he found most enthralling. Words and the nature of communication was something of a subject of study for himself, something he deeply pondered when he was lucky enough to be alone with his thoughts. He mulled over the strange words until a series of ripples with the sound of feet approached his door. Not just feet however but a precise series of ticking noises.


"How odd." He thought. The female form swathed in cloth entered his room, a tray and a bowl in her possession. Dressed in what could roughly be considered a maid's uniform, though to be truthful Babble had little idea what people wore in general so she could of been anyone as far as he'd understand, she entered and set the tray with the bowl down on the table. What was interesting was the roughly mechanical noise she produced. He could hear each individual fiber on the woman's body rubbing together, including the likes of the silken cloth she produced from her pocket.

While many things demanded his attention this current mystery was the closest. Sure, Kenner was dealing with the dragon lady and the others were dealing with an injured fellow that was just brought in but he had to pace himself. There were too many points of interest for him to pursue all at once. Disappointment set when he realized he'd have to wait and prioritize his focus. Might as well make this one quick.

One of the few thoughts of his that were actually quiet.


She presented him what appeared to be a hearty stew of some sort. He never much cared for stews and soups or other such meals. They were all liquid, much like a person. The stuff made burbling sloshing noises anytime anyone disturbed it and of course the sound of the utensils clinking against the side of the bowl was disruptively loud. He was already feeling somewhat ill due to the pond water he swallowed earlier. Tentatively he leaned forward and took the spoon in his mouth. He swallowed the spoonful down with a pained gulp, the food roughly sliding down his throat into his already discomforted stomach. He probably should of chewed the bits first but his concern was not with the meal. No, the real interest was the woman before him.

Metal was an extremely conductive material, not just for electricity but for sound too. Even a normal human could hear sounds for miles through a long rail. Because of this metal was the perfect medium for projecting his sounds with the least amount of resistance. In this case the conductor was the spoon in his mouth, a fine metal spoon clutched in the hands of a woman who ticked. The spoon could be felt to be gently vibrating as he projected an echo through it into the woman's hand. He followed the sound wave as it traveled through her body, mapping it out for him so he could know her from the inside out.

He wanted to see what made her tick.

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Kenner slightly laughs lightly as he slowly withdraws his hand from Akhira, she being in the state was rather detrimental. Though he could not fault her on that, seeing that more than enough problems had been presented to her in the last few moments of the day then she was normally willing to deal with. He looked back over her shoulder to appraise the unfortunate condition of his house before bringing his eyes back down to meet hers. "Alright, seeing as your not too willing to speak with the likes of me just yet. How about I introduce to the resident dragon of the house and then afterwords, judging by your condition.. something to eat?" His face changes to a more plaintive expression, as if waiting for her to answer.




As Aemon and Nadiya moved with Seth through the house, Aemon was quick to respond to his words. "Its quite alright, I would have done this non the less. Even if the master had not asked me to do so in the first place, as taking care of others was always a claim of mine." He begins to slow their pace as a pair of guards open a set of double doors, letting then up a floor from the rotunda. He points lightly, making sure not to let Seth's weight fall from him as he did. "We are here, my quarters are just beyond this door." The guard situated outside the door gave Aemon a small nod before pulling the door open for the three of them. What came next was a burst to the senses however, as the door swung open a torrent of smells came pouring out. Many being heavy and earthy on the nose, while others were sharp and sweet. All of which mixed together in a strange cavalcade of aromas.

The room itself was rather huge and spacious compared to a few of the others, with the first section being dominated with a seating arrangement and a rather large oak desk. Aemon was quick to set his young charge on an one of the lightly padded chairs as he looked at Nadiya. "Could you please head into the back of the room? There is a large sink with several bowls under it, just bring us some warm water and a few cloth towels from the nearby shelves. Oh and be careful, the water can come out very hot if your a bit zealous with the valves." He looks on at Seth as he points for Nadiya towards the right direction.

The room was a massive display of alchemy and medical collectives, being so open and compact at the same time. Only a few of the names on these jars and books were familiar to Nadiya in the strictest sense. The center of the room was dominated by large island counters, that contained everything a person would need to refine, grind and solidify nearly any substance needed to create a certain concoction.

Aemon on the other hand, stayed with Seth and looked him over. Paying attention to the injuries that the young man had acquired in his days with the hunters that brought him in. "Well young man, it seems you've had quite a hard time of it as of late. Don't worry, we can get you cleaned and healed up in no time, despite your injuries." He stands and undoes the strap holding the satchel slung against his side, placing it on the corner of the large desk and returning to Seth.




The woman was quick in her service of Babble, calm and practiced. It was obvious that she was trained well to handle slaves and others that had hard times handling themselves in most cases. However as with all of the other maids, the way they covered their bodies was unnerving as not an inch of skin could be seen in most cases and the thick white veil was more than enough to obscure the face. However; when Babble gripped the spoon in his teeth and tried to resonate a sound within the woman, a peculiar response ensued. He could hear the sound resonate not with just the spoon, but with her hand as well and the sound continued to travel. Moving down her arm and into her body, revealing a solid, lithe, metallic frame, in the form of a young woman. The chest, abdomen and even head, were full of softly wiring gears. Each moving in complete unison, along with tightly coiled springs that moved so silently. One could argue if her body actually made any sound at all, especially in the presence of someone that wasn't of Babble's own nature.

This did however cause a reaction as the maid withdrew the spoon and swiftly thumped the young elemental in the center of his forehead. Adjusting the spoon in her hand, she then pointed and point an accusation with her finger at the end of his nose. As if to claim against what he had just done. She proceeded to word something with her other hand as if to say something, but as of now that mode of communication was not possible with Babble and would possibly never be.

It was at this moment he could see the tips of her gloved fingers and each one had a small found opening for the tip of each digit. Allowing him to see a shining, burnished brass shimmer in the light that shone from the artificial window. This only took a moment before she dipped the spoon once more and held it back in front of his face with an irritated lean to her head. Whoever this being was, sure as snow now that she possessed an attitude as much as she did exist and that she valued her own kind of privacy.