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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

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It was a treasure trove of curiosities this house. He had yet the ability to count just how many things had caught his interest. This maid was certainly one of them.

He went sort of cross-eyed as she hit him with a spoon, mostly because his eyes were following the spoon. The pain hardly even registered to him as being hit was as normal as walking through doorways. The soft thud as the metal hit his forehead was about as much of a reaction as she was going to get out of him with that.


What caught his attention was her attempt to communicate using some form of sign language. A way of using words with one's hands instead of sound was a most fascinating method of communication to him. He could never use it as his hands were locked away, still apart but kept far from him. That didn't mean he was any less interested however.

More interesting was the possibilities as to what this feminine device might be. Babble was never well exposed to the modern world but he had seen plenty of magic. She did seem to share a number of qualities with a golem, a nonliving object given form and life by magic, but it did not sound like that. It sounded less like magic and more like some sort of strange clockwork. Perhaps it was both? He couldn't tell.


What he could tell however was he didn't want another bite of that stew. He was bloated already, not in a position to consume more. If anything he needed rest but rest never came easy to one such as him. The whole world was a storm of noise for him and sleep offered little respite from that. It never mattered how many sheep he counted.

Not like anyone cared either. Before here the warlock never relented in his torment of Babble, not even in his dreams. He's grown long used to the idea that sleep was something for people that weren't him. Such a pathetic creature he saw himself as. He saw that fate had no plans on ever letting him progress in any direction but downwards, eternally bound to fall down until he's joined his hands in hell.


As he continued listening on, the slight ticking echoing in the cold body of the maid, he leaned back from the spoon as he looked rather green around the gills. He wasn't going to take another bite. If forced things were only going to get stranger.

"He is full."

The words came not from him nor from any direction in particular. The sound was all around the mechanical maid, not loud but all encompassing. The voices were not his but rather bits taken from others, compiled together to form word. It would have to do until he had another voice to choose. None seemed particularly fitting in this situation.

He did keep his attention divided. He didn't want to miss what was going on around the place. After all he just had to know, what did Kenner have in mind for the dragon?

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Character Portrait: Luna Marquise Grimm Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Babble Character Portrait: NPC - Raven Loft Character Portrait: Akhira Character Portrait: Petra Malach
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Chlorra kept the face of her mask situated on Luna as she moved away from the table, not giving the young woman a reaction despite what she decided to say in her present company. Maybe it was because the masked woman had hear more scathing remarks in the past, or she just didn't care at this point. She did however approach slowly as Luna placed the book back in its place, her body passing through the wood of the table as easily as a boat would ford a small body of water. Only for her form to be completely untouched on the other side of the small obstacle.

"There is no problem with you being here, so there was no reason to lie to the guard.." She reached out and placed a glove laced hand on Luna's shoulder as if to sooth her for some reason. "You are a part of this house now.. a member of our family, despite how much the Master could be suspect of your loyalties." Slowly removing the hand and placing it back at her side, she suddenly stops in her movements as if she looses concentration and responds. "It seems the master has finished dealing with our new additions, hopefully our little dragon can acclimate easily.. I hope to see her again soon."

She nods at Luna slightly, before her form begins to sink into the floor before her eyes. The same effect as before in the foyer, except the dark atmosphere of the library was enough to hide the details as she sank. Only for her form to stop half way and she reached out lightly towards Luna to seize her attention."Oh, I suggest you keep your curiosity here in the library. Though I suspect you will find very little of what you seek here anyway. If you want the juicy information, I would believe the archives are were you would find that information." She pulled the hand back slowly with the lite sound of laughter emanating as she vanished into the floor.




As Kenner dust off Akhira's side, he smirks at her response for a moment before looking at her "There is no war between the two of us, especially when you realize that its useless to fight and so what if you refuse? I would rather you not spend the rest of your days here in the pits and have more of a chance to serve this house in a more productive manner."

A sound begins to catch Akhira's attention as she is forced to turn her head and notice a block of stone slowly rising from the place it crashed on the floor. All of the displaced elements of the room were slowly reshaping themselves and returning to their original place and within a few moments, the damaged she managed to do had been unwritten. Only for Kenner to chime in "See.. good as new, but maybe I should raise the ceiling to avoid such a problem later..." He reaches out quickly and takes her right arm by the hand and despite how hard she tries to jerk away, there was no way to remove herself from his grasp. Though his grasp did share the same aspect of his touch, as she could already feel the same warmth growing like it did before. He locked his gaze with hers for a moment before speaking "As for carrying you anywhere.. that is usually not necessary, but in this case I believe it cannot be help." She could see his smile return and also the same glow as before, only for his warning to come quickly after. "You may want to shield your eyes." With the two of them being flooded with light afterwords.

Despite her need to close here eyes, Akhira's own physical nature did protect her from the need to close them all the way and her senses began to buzz with activity. She could feel herself being pulled, but not by her arm. No; instead it was by her whole body and she could tell the speed they moved was immense. A similar sensation to when she was flying, with the air and world moving past her at alarming speeds. Though through the brightness she could not see past her nose, only for something to grace her face. A red and soft object comes sliding across her cheek and nose before flying off behind the two of them, almost like getting kissed by the petal of a flower.

Then like that the experience was over and she could feel her feet land down onto a soft surface. Her eyes slowly begin to gain focus as she looks ahead to see Kenner with his grip firmly locked on her wrist, only for him to withdraw his touch and her eyes lock on a shimmering patch where his touch had been. Though it quickly vanished before her eyes could discover what it was and a caress of the open air wicks across her face. Forcing her to look up and see that they were both standing on the sand, in the middle of a massive arena. Still inside and what appears below the surface, it was formed in the manner of the great coliseums of the past and in some styles that Akhira herself could recognize. The ceiling was immensely high and the sand stretched on for nearly two hundred feet in each direction. It appears that wherever they were, Kenner had landed them smack into the middle of the fighting grounds. She sees him turn around to face her "Well, welcome to the arena."




In response to his words, the maid begins to put them meal back onto the tray and cover it back up. Making sure to clean whatever mess may have been caused by her actions as she wipes around the bowl and trey and even returns to Babble in the process, lightly taking his chin in hand. Carefully wiping away whatever trace of the broth was still on his lips. Taking ultimate care to not cause him any discomfort in the act. This of course leads to her cleaning most of his upper body as she notices the small patches of grime on his arms from his recent naval voyage.

She was quick to take care of the issue, showing how quickly she could take care of the problem without even stopping to ask or adjust. Her actions were more mechanical then herself as she did not bother to stop and ask or did not slow down in her speed. Only when she had finished cleaning the opposite arm from where she started did she stop to look and ensure she did not miss a thing.




As the nighttime air began to travel across the plains of Amesh, the first gate of Raven Home swung open as it let a singular carriage. The driver was moving his horses up the drive as two figures resided inside, one on her way to join the house and the other to accompany her along the way.

The young man looked at the woman across from him as the carriage drew closer and he spoke "Are you sure about this miss Petra? I hear the master of this house is something else, not even a person at all and even the magistrates of the crown are against him." The man was a porter, here to ensure that Petra made it to her destination and to also ensure that the money for the transaction made it back for the deal she made with his employer.

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#, as written by Zalgo
Babble wondered what time it was. Was it day, was it night? Did it matter? He was fairly sure the world beyond the house still existed, otherwise people wouldn't keep showing up.

The maid had thankfully put the meal plan to rest. Of course he hadn't expected she would start trying to clean him. In his experience any form of touching that wasn't in the form of being roughly grabbed and dragged around was a prelude to horrid pain. He was stiff and backed away slightly but he knew there was no delaying it. Soon the cutting would begin, there was no doubt in his mind of that.


Examining his body the maid could see he was a portrait of damage. A myriad of varying injuries could be seen as faded and blotchy patches of skin. Old burns, surgical cut scars, less surgically inclined cut scars, what looked like healed over claw marks and much more could be seen. There were a number of bruises on his torso and arms, one of the bruises on his torso being as large as his head. There were also dark patches that looked like bruises but didn't hurt. Those used to be the wounds created by magic so dark they left permanent stains that even healing magic couldn't remove.

Not all the cuts were old however. The ship ride wasn't gentle and he had managed to accumulate some more scrapes, bruises and even a cut on his arm. He wasn't treated particularly kindly by the sailors either since their kin was not accustomed to his fashion of strange antics. Being bound with magic was the only reason he didn't end up sinking the ship somehow.

Now he was given a limited measure of freedom but the first hurdle in the way of his fun was this strange metal woman who accosted him with soup and a silk cloth. He liked the fact her body didn't squish but ticked instead however he was far from fond of this strange forced feeding and touching thing she was doing. He didn't like one bit of it and was simply looking for something, anything to take his mind off the inevitable pain he was going to suffer.


Casting his mind's focus off to the main hall he listened as two new people entered the household. A man and a woman he deduced from the sound of their breathing. His view of the foyer wasn't particularly clear as there were numerous obstacles between him and the large open room they had come into. What they looked like largely escaped him. He didn't need to tell what color of clothes they were wearing to do what he was planning on doing.

"Stop! Foooolish mortals!"

A loud booming voice proclaimed at them, seemingly from all around as if the air itself was speaking to them. It was a deep and powerful voice which could be felt in their chests as it was both that deep as well as powerful sounding. It was all a product of Babble who didn't even need to be in the same room to produce voices with which to speak with them.


"In order to proceed you must cross the first barrier. To survive crossing the first barrier you must first speak the words of passage which will open the way."

To them the voice could be literally anyone's for all they knew, like the master of the house for example. He was hoping they'd assume as such. People were so funny that way. The way they made leaps of logic based on flawed assumptions was always something he found hilarious. Then again his sense of humor was quite strange as was the rest of himself. He wouldn't of been brought to a house quite like this if he were all normal.

"The words of passage are... Big floppy shoes! Shout these words as loud as you can and you will be allowed to cross the first barrier alive."

The voice commanded the man and woman standing in the foyer with much authority and seriousness. While Babble was excellent at sounding like however he wanted he was struggling to keep a straight face back over in his room. If they did as they were told he might very well keel over from the laughter he'll be having.

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Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Babble Character Portrait: NPC - Raven Loft Character Portrait: Nadiya Darzi Character Portrait: Akhira Character Portrait: Petra Malach
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Kenner laughed for a moment at what Akhira said about not being able to scream, as he absentmindedly digging his toes into the sand beneath his feet. "Well the arena is more than a few floors below, so your breath would have run short if we'd taken the long way." A small breeze of air slid across the two of them, carrying with it the smell of the last few months of battle that had taken place here and Akhira could see an almost somber, twinge to his features as he keeps his eyes fixed from her position and as the air settles, a sound begins to strike out among the arena. He raises his eyes and looks on at the southern gate "He is here, he barely ever leaves.." Kenner beckons the young dragon to follow as he walks on ahead of her, leading the way and takes Akhira under the archway of the gate. As they walked the sound started to become clearer, it was obvious the sound of steel striking steel and the two of them were drawing closer.

They rounded a large corner to be met with the back of a woman, nearly bronzed in skin and almost bare. Save for a large leather apron, donning tools of all shapes and sizes. Her toned muscular legs held in a wide stance as she remained knocking away on the steel in front of her and a heavy, warm glow issuing out from around the front of her body as she stood between them and the forge. Akhira could feel the intense heat on the brim of her face and even for one of her kind, it was starting to become more than notable in its presence. Kenner stood there for a moment with Akhira by his side as he looked on solemnly at the woman before them and she could tell he was taking in the woman's nearly stark form. Only for a few moments to pass before he cleared his throat between her hammer strikes and she responded by turning to face them.

Akhira could see the woman was not human the moment her face came to view, though she was nearly identical to one. It was the vastly strange anomalies that betrayed whatever she could be. Her hair was nearly platinum and cut short, issuing its own soft glow and it contrasted heavily with her darkened flesh. Her eyes were slate white, with no iris to be seen and what appeared to be a pin prick of light that served the same function. Even with the apron being the only thing to cover her modesty, it was easy to see that despite having the body of a woman, this person was absolutely sexless. Her arms were well toned and muscular, with the one holding her rather large hammer at the ready. While the other was actually holding the white hot metal she was working all this time and her flesh up to the elbow was radiating white hot heat, just like the steel she held. Her right bicep was rapped in the same ribbon that now adorned Akhira's same arm, noting her as another slave within Raven Home.

She acknowledged Kenner with a bow of her head as she lowered the hammer in her left hand and Kenner responded with the same gesture. "Faust?" He asked flatly as the woman tilted her head in response to the question, only to point with a similar gesture towards a set of heavy oaken doors. Only for her to return to her work, somewhat ignoring the fact the two were still there. This fact was something that Kenner did not pay mind to as he walked on, nearly pulling Akhira along the way and pressing on through the doors. They entered into a long room with several large racks around the edges and benches lining the entire center area. Only to see a lightly robed man sitting there near the center of the room and feeding what appeared to be a leopard of some kind, its darkened spots barely coming in with age. He looked up to see Kenner and smiled as he stood, laying the small plate of meat he held, down in front of the large cat.

"Kenner its good to see you, to what do I owe the honor of your visit." As he stood, Akhira could see he was a mountain of a man, even for one who lived the life of an arena fighter. He was nearly three heads taller than Kenner and almost twice as wide, with hands that looked as if they could wring water from stone. It was easy to see now why many of the doors within Raven Home were larger than most other sets, if a man like this could possibly be the norm for some races. He was bald man with no hair to speak of and his eyes were brown, deeply so in fact. As he got closer, Akhira caught the sent of dirt and mud swirled together as he drew close and she could see the right side of his face was deeply scared, as well as several places on his chest.

He stopped as he caught site of Akhira and laughed "Ah I see.. its been some time since one of my kin has graced these halls as well, but aren't you a bit young for such a place?" Kenner waved him off as if to dismiss the notion of were her fate was to lead and turned to Akhira. "This is Faust, the one I wanted you to meet. He has been in my service for a long time now and is in charge of training all prospective fighters for the games." As he introduced him, Faust gave Akhira a small bow to show his respects.




Aemon began to help Nadiya clean the young mans wounds and wipe what filth still remained on his body. "Its fine for us to make sure the wounds are clean for the moment, I do have something that will fix him right up." He looked over Seth again as they began to clean his wounds, being careful not to agitate whatever state his health may be in at this point and he looked beside himself to speak with her. "As for hurting someone when their down.. I am sorry to question this notion, but is this your first time near the Capital? Because if it is, then your in for a rather nasty awakening when it comes to the way people treat others. This land is vastly disruptive to ones health and its especially so when your dealing with the blue bloods and the such. They can be rather cruel to degrees that put even the darkest creatures to shame." He said with saddened look on his face as he wiped away a patch of mud of Seth's shoulder.

He produced a set of gauze from his pack and began to wrap wherever Seth had broken skin, cover scrapes and cuts alike. He looked at Nadiya and held out a hand to take her towel "Second shelf on the left side of the room, look for the only red bottle labeled Vitea and bring it to me. This will be a learning experience for the both of you I think."




As Babble issued the voice and sent it wringing out towards the Foyer, the maid looked at him once again with a gaze through the veil. It was easy enough for him to do such a trick, however he could tell something was amiss about what he was doing. The sound did indeed make it to the foyer, however the fact was that no one could really hear it as he intended. As if something was obstructing his voice and that was when he caught site of the maid as she pointed at his arm and he could feel something happening, like something was crawling under his flesh.

He looked in time to see a black band form around his bicep and it quickly began to heat up, feeling nearly like a hot iron pressed against his own skin. Only for it to quickly stop in its intensity and return to being just a normal slate black, it was almost too much to ask for him to keep his attention on the maid as she quickly gathered her things and hurried from the room. With no gesture or word to explain her actions, only for Babble to feel the grip of a hand on his shoulder. "Something tells me your going to need a better understand of our rules." It was Chlorra, she had just arrived in time to catch him in his little act and even though she did arrive, it was hard to tell how he could not hear her presence. Her form did not even depress against the mattress of the bed as she stayed knelled upon it.

"I thought you came from the home of another master? Is it usual that your allowed to perform such tricks without permission and not be punished?" She asked as she tightened her grip on his shoulder and for him, her touch was quickly beginning to illicit a sickening feeling in his chest. As if someone had a sharp grip on his heart and was slowly tightening it all the while.




As Petra and her short time companion entered the foyer, several guards were quick to shuffle out and trade places as a low toned rang throughout the halls of Raven Home. It appeared the last shift was falling into place as the doors behind the two closed and not an scrap of sunlight could be seen in the distance. The two of them were lead to the fountain in the center of the room, Petra's heels clicking away on the gleaming marble floor, only for the guard leading them to head off on his own. His path took him up the stairs near the side of the room, with papers in hand and a quick speed in his step. It only took a moment for two other guards to return, however one of them was not the same as the other.

While one was dressed the same as the others, the one beside him was dressed in a far more elaborate armor. Whereas the armor of the normal guard had a face mask like all the others, this one wore an open helmet that revealed him to be a man in his thirties and he slowly approached the two as they waited. He produced a pouch and held it out for the young man to "Your master should be happy with the price, now be on your way." He didn't even answer with a nod or word, only grabbing the money and heading out as quickly as possible. With the two guards at the door swinging it open for him to pass and closing it behind him in turn. The guard looked on at Petra as he removed his helmet, letting his auburn hair spread out as tugged at a few locks."I must apologize for your wait to get in, we don't allow asylum much in these days.. the attention from the bureaucrats can be a hassle."

"I am Captain Stern."
He said, giving Petra a small greeting.

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It is the common perception that sound travels from point A to point B. This is usually true in some sense. For Babble however the idea of point A was never quite so concrete. Sound didn't need to start from him, or even near him at times. He could place the origin of the sound, point A, right on top of point B if he so wanted. The only difference it made was in the strength of the sound.

In the case of the voice in the foyer it began right in front of his audience however something clearly barred the sound's passage, preventing it from reaching the ears of the newcomers. This confused him, not unlike the other times he tried to speak but no one heard him. The band on his arm was also getting warmer. It was hot but that was nothing new. "Probably the woman's doing." He thought to himself through some voice which narrated it to him.


What was more interesting however is when the band stopped growing hotter and went back to normal. As the maid quickly shuffled from the room the answer appeared beside him. The eggshell woman with the voice made of pain had come.

"Something tells me your going to need a better understand of our rules."

"It's you're not your and I think I meant understanding, not understand unless... Did I intentionally mean understand?"

Her own voice asked, correcting her on her grammar. It wasn't to be snide but rather he simply wanted the words to go together the way they felt they should. He put a great deal of thought into contemplating words and the reasons as to why they were. Sometimes he liked to play with words, using them in odd ways and he honestly wondered if that is what she meant. It was hard to tell sometimes for him. Not a lot of people cared about those sorts of things.


"I thought you came from the home of another master? Is it usual that your allowed to perform such tricks without permission and not be punished?"

"Where he came from he wasn't allowed to do anything, the circle of binding made sure of that. Manacles set into a table kept what little he did control still. couldn't have him wriggling around could he? Would of made it difficult to cut straight along the lines."

Babble brought his arm up and drew the end of it across his neck, his head lolling to the side opposite of her with his tongue hanging out in a goofy attempt at playing charades. As he mimed the actions described by her own voice a smile still pulled at the edges of his mouth despite the growing pain in his heart. He knew the pain was her doing and still she had yet to even make him wince. The pain wasn't unusual for him. It wasn't the first time something had grabbed his heart and if he was correct in his assumptions it wasn't going to be his last.


"Are we planning on tearing his blood pump out? The blood might find it hard to make it to his toes and they'd go all white and shrivel up. Imagine all that red getting all over the room too, it'd be quite a mess. Someone would have to clean that up and I can't say he or she'd be all too pleased about it."

He wasn't certain she wouldn't kill him but he had some doubts. Even though the pain had grown to be such a common experience he was pretty much used to nearly anything he still did have a worry about dying. Death would make for a fairly simple escape if it weren't for the fact he knew where he was going if he ever shed his mortal coil. Salazny had made sure to hammer the notion into Babble's delicate skull until he understood.

"Also he'd die. That'd be bad too, mostly for him."

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He listened to her words after she had cut him off at the end, taking in everything she was saying. It was... Strange, at least for him.

It seemed he was in line for a punishment though for what he couldn't understand. When she touched him on the band on his arm the magic begun to act upon him. Actively his influence was bottled up through means beyond his knowledge. It was akin to sealing the sea into a small box. So much was now confined to so little. While his scope was lessened the magnitude of power behind it remained. He could hear the sound of his own sound echoing within a thousand-fold. In a sense it was a tad maddening.

Every word she spoke seemed to echo almost endlessly, overlapping with her other words making her nearly impossible to understand. Before long she left and he had yet to notice as he was wrapped up in his own internal turmoil. He struggled to reign order over the sounds which lingered inside his own mind. Even as the sound of her voice had left the intensity with which he heard every sound within room was extreme. There were less noises in general as he could no longer hear all the things happening in places he could see within the house but that meant he could no longer ignore the less interesting noises.


Fed up with the racket he then blanketed the room with the golden sound. Not a sound could be heard, not even his own heartbeat. It was wonderful. In a sense he realized now this change did him some good. He was less observant by far but at least within this room he had the power to put out the golden sound with enough volume that it cancelled out all noise. It was soothing, it was relieving, it was quiet.

Even his own thoughts were silent. His mind was empty of desire, the pains of his body distant. He sat cross-legged in the center of the room on the floor, his eyes shut. He was not asleep but basically in a meditative state as he could not rest and maintain the golden sound. Sleep might not come to him but this way he was at least getting rest.

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




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

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

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

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

Luna

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Babble

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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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

I am one.

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

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

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



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

Luna

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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Babble

The question period went by whimsically well. There was no sound and no touching was involved. All in all it was all he could of hoped for really.

It wasn't that he wasn't curious. Curiosity gripped him as would a strong appetite, constantly reminding with each look that he was subject to being fascinated. Kenner, Chlorra, the things that lived in the walls, so many little mysteries to the building he was keen to explore.

What he wasn't keen on was punishment. He knew little else of life than the fact that he was made to be punished, few things were more evident to him than that. After having his sound, his limbs of intangible nigh-omnipresence, cut down by several magnitudes he was wary of even breathing. The silence such change had brought has been sublime bliss but he was not foolish enough to believe that it was intentional. It was a lucky accidental discovery on his part which turned his frown upside-down but there was always more time to change things towards the worse.


After some silent gesturing and mouth movements guards were summoned. Two guards dragged him to his feet and began hauling him down the way by his shoulders, taking him along with everyone else. He probably would've walked if it seemed necessary but the guards weren't long in asking. He was brought along with the others to view the house it seemed. He wouldn't know, he couldn't hear a thing and neither could the two guards next to him.

The dragon lady seemed unwell. He might of made more note of it but the whole ordeal hardly phased him. Brought along by effort from the guards and subdued by magic Babble seemed largely absorbed in the silence, his eyes possessing a somewhat glazed quality. One might be able to wave their hand before his face and not elicit a single reaction.

He was busy counting down the seconds until his next torture.

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Nadiya
Kenner looks back at Nadiya after she tells him her own reasons for not going in a different route before choosing doing what she has done. It simply boiled down to the fact that such an avenue was not readily available for her in her current state, which was understandable seeing the way things worked outside of the cities.

He stands and meets her gaze as he can be seen formulating his response on the side of his mouth, a creased smile following his next words. "In all my years on this earth you humans, have always fascinated me. Some of you are born to greatness and others have to fight for it all their lives, but that never stops you from striving for the best that you can perceive." He clasp his hands together for only a moment, allowing a glimmer of light to strike Nadiya's vision before he separates them. Only to reveal that a thin, emerald green ribbon was now swaying gently between his fingers. "I can offer you some of the best training and the highest quality of working conditions for such a craft.. yes. But you must be willing to take that final plunge into this life, and that is something that I cannot press upon you.

You see unlike the ones that are brought to me in the night and are sold beyond their own power into my arms, you are different. Those that come here willingly are still within their own power to turn and walk away into the world they left. Not to mention I cannot promise you that you will remain a member of my house forever, someone may take a fancy with you and that means you may eventually be bought from my home. Taken to a vastly foreign land and will always be at risk of never seeing you're family ever again."
He clutches the ribbon in his hand softly as he looks it over for a just a moment, before lightly dangling it in front of her eyes. "This world will become yours should you wish it or you may return home... the choice is yours to make." He holds out a hand in what appears to be some sort of offer to take hers, this was apparent to Nadiya that if she was to take his offer. Everything that he has spoken will become true and she would be at such a danger, its just that with such a life like her former one behind her. She could just well be damning herself should she walk away from his offer.

Akhira
It was not long before her feet touched the floor that Akhira could feel eyes upon her from beyond the curtain. She could feel the urge in her body fighting with the black ribbon wrapped around her arm and no amount of clawing could dislodge it, to spite the wounds she could inflect upon herself. She could feel her skin pulling into its new form despite the fact this was rather unnatural for herself, what was more unnatural was the coming pulse of heat released from the ribbon on her arm. Shattering her new skin leaving her human form bare, as the forced transformation of her flesh was cracked from her and sent into the air like a flowing glacial mist. The force was not painful though it was rather unpleasant to feel herself pulled back into a form that was not her current choice.

She could feel the object wrapped around her was not mere magic, but something far more transient than her own relation to the forces of magic could ever be. The ribbons burning sensation stopped as soon as her transformation was halted, leaving her keeled over slightly beside the bed as she could here a small collection of footsteps coming her way. Her head could only crane so far as to see just their forms as the curtain parted. Seeing an older man with two of the maids framing his side, though these maids were in dresses that covered every feature they possessed. As well as what appeared to be a green choker wrapped around their throats, with a matching veil covering their faces. "Well she wasn't exaggerating, you do seem to be in a rather terrible way..." He snaps his fingers and the two maids are on Akhira quicker than she could react in her current condition, though she would be hard pressed to say that their grip was not human in the least. Even struggling as strong as she could, neither woman was budging an inch and their hold as they lifted her back into the bed. The pain and sickness was already causing her sight to blur with some off setting consequences. Her sight of the man was only to the point that she could make out the edges of his face and his piercing blue eyes in her haze.

The maids made sure to lay her back on the bed as easily as she was able to let them operate and they quickly adjusted themselves to hold her down, as the man pressed his head to her chest and checked her eyes. "Alright, we are going to address you're fever and you're health at this moment. Hopefully get this evened out before we can get you some food and maybe see how much better you do in the coming hours." The clatter of hurried footfalls came up form the other side of the curtain once again. Only for Akhira to make out the visage of the young girl once again as she hefted a tray up to the older man and he began to take items from it.

One was a wide flat stone that he proceeded to lay upon the crux of her stomach, one that she found was exceedingly warm to the touch and continually flowed with magics that allowed it to stay at the same intensity. The other was a small vial that he uncorked and than closed to what seemed like an extremely uncomfortable distance to her face as he began to speak again. "This is a special dust that we use for creatures such as yourself, it will put you to sleep for almost an hour but that will be just enough time for me to work. I am telling you this out of courtesy, rather than having you panic about what I am going to do to you right now." In an instinctive response she closes her mouth to keep him from pouring the contents in, only to have him take hold of the back of her head and bring the vial under her nose just as she inhaled.

The powder comes flowing in with reckless abandon, only a slight hint on the edge of its texture. It slowly brought back the memory of far flung mountains that she had once crossed in her younger years, as the edges of her eyes slowly became more heavy and lidded.

Babble
As the group continued to walk through the upper halls of the house, Babble was till stuck with having to come to terms with his power being refocused into something more akin to what a human would sense. He could barely argue with the idea that now his eyes were possibly more accurate than his sense of sound. Though it did not stop him from trying to attune himself from time to time, in methods that could effect those around him. But every time he tried to break past that barrier of restriction that Chlorra had placed upon him, he could feel the ribbon on his arm slightly heat up and somehow dial back on the strength that he was allowed.

As he eyed the ribbon for a few seconds as soon as he looked up his eyes were met with a rather grand sight. An extremely large room that seem to be built on the actual outer edge of the building itself, with the height of its beveled ceiling taking up what appeared to be several of the floors above and thick roped curtains of dark purples could be seen hanging over the windows. The room in general was vastly different from the rest of the house that the slaves had currently been allowed to see, with lavish decorations adorning nearly every surface that could be seen with the eye and the floor was polished with an immaculate shine. In fact several of the house maids could be seen toiling away with their own work keeping them busy in the room as they shined and dusted all around on edge of the room. Chlorra started to lead the others down the large room, its open space stretching far off from the door in which they entered. Babble was able to pick it up before the others, but in the back of the room he could hear and somewhat feel sounds being plucked upon. Only when the group crossed through a set of twin curtains did they see what the sound was coming from.

It was a group of people, slaves like themselves in fact that were are stringing and tuning their instruments in the process of getting ready for practice. They paid little attention to the group as a whole, though it was easy to see that Chlorra's presence was an almost universally unsettling substance in of itself for them. Several of them becoming physically disheveled by the sight of her and the others opted to just adjust their seating to keep her from their view. Babble could hear each of them doing a poor job in his taste, not one capable in actuality of satisfying his rather rich pallet. Save for the next sound he hear coming from deeper within, beyond the bodies of the other faceless slaves that sat before him. A stag was erected beyond their seating and past its curtains he could hear some kind of heavenly sound cascading out, only to be plucked at lightly before drawing out several long notes. It was an instrument of some sort of that he was rather sure. His mind was struck from its train of thought as a voice sounded out from behind the group and everyone turned to see a dramatically young girl standing there in what seemed to be a well pampered victorian dress. Her pale skin and silvery white hair are abstracted against the sight of her blue eyes that are able to glow through the low light of the room.

"Well lady Chlorra its good to see you, however I must say you were not to be expected as of yet. Brother and I have yet to prepare for class today and I haven't even had my morning cap myself." The girl laughs behind her teeth as she lifts a hand to hide them from the view of the group ahead.

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Babble

Much like an inflating balloon all tied up with rubber bands the pressure was unbearable.

He was being held back by the magic of the band, his power stifled in an unnatural fashion. This was nothing new, he was quite used to being restrained from accessing his nature. What was different was that it deafened him. It also blinded him and numbed him. His eyes were only a complimentary organ meant to enhance social interaction. He wasn't prepared to start using his eyes to observe things. That just didn't seem right.


His gaze laid low, his eyes half lidded as though he were fighting through a lack of sleep. He might of seen what the room looked like, or he might of not. There were instruments being tuned in the room. He had little care for that or anything at that moment. If his head were suddenly removed he'd barely register the event, that's how out of it he was.

Then he heard a strange sound. A stranger sound coming from behind the curtains. A string instrument, clearly. It's unusual qualities only barely settled past the aura of silence he had erected, the golden sound crushing as much sound as the ribbon would allow it to. It filled Babble with a sense of...

Uncertainty.

Because he couldn't help but consider the idea that his mind was being directly pried into with magic. The warlock did something similar back in the tower. It was on a Tuesday. The day before was a Tuesday as well. Strange.


"Well lady Chlorra its good to see you, however I must say you were not to be expected as of yet. Brother and I have yet to prepare for class today and I haven't even had my morning cap myself."

Was there a person talking? Where? When? Did it matter? He wasn't really cognizant of the meaning of her words. Sound was much quieter around him, like it was very easy to fall into silence. Babble couldn't even bring himself to look up from his feet. He looked empty, lost inside.

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Chlorra looked across the group of new arrivals as she passed in front of them and pointed them out for the young girl to see. "They are all here save for a few, ones that needed separate care especially." The girl looked over the group on her own terms as she walked around them, giving each a cursory look as she passed. Only stopping for a moment when she looked at Babble, cocking an eyebrow and turning her attention to Chlorra. "Taking in charity cases now are we? He would have little to no use for me.." She chuckled slightly.

"No Masha, he is an elemental just like Ferna and the others." She added as she stepped up towards the group "The little man can conduct and create sound as easily as a human breaths, despite the fact of his former master being more than a little rough with him. The master's offer still stands on fixing that for him.. if he would just play along.." She says as she runs a finger across the breadth of his shoulder. The room begins to fill with the sound of instruments again as several of the students begin to string up on their choice instruments and Masha passes around the group to close the large curtain separating the two halves of the room before addressing the group in full. "This is our music room if you could not tell already, I am Masha and through my brother Misha is nowhere in sight for the moment, I am confident that his greetings are as given as my own."

She begins to adjust the hem line of her dress for a moment, still speaking as she does. "We both train prospective students who wish to understand and learn to play the most elegant of instruments. Though from time to time we are called upon to play for specific roles and functions within the house, you're ultimate purpose is to be purchased and trained to the taste of any new master that finds you worthwhile. Though I must say it never hurts to learn an instrument despite what you're chosen vocation may end up being." She smiles at the group with a practiced grace for a few moments as she continues "Now are there any questions, or shall the tour continue?"

Nadiya

Kenner looked down at the palm of Daniya's hand as she held out her arm a warm smile growing across his face, holding out the ribbon with his had and taking hold of both ends. He runs it around her right bicep and clasp the two ends, which quickly disappear from view leaving the ribbon whole. He waves over a guard who seems to have been waiting for their conversation to end this entire time and takes a stand next to Nadiya. The guard gives her a small gesture which appears to be some sort of appreciative nod before speaking. "Please take Nadiya to the infirmary and inform mister Anton that she is to become one of his new apprentices." He looks back at her and continues "If you wish to see more of the house later, than I suggest you ask him assign someone to you. He would be more than willing to do so himself, but daily operations of the infirmary have him busy for some time."

The guard gives Nadiya another gesture, offering her to follow him as he leads her out and down the hall. Master Kenner on the other hand was last seen by her still standing where she left him, as his face vanished around the corner of the door frame.

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The touch of her finger along his shoulder sent shivers down his body. It was akin to a frigid knife gently tracing along the skin. He couldn't refrain from hunching up at the touch.

He could tell words were being traded. Of their nature he knew not. Given how greatly his means of observing the world have changed he struggled to make sense of their words. They were so quiet as he had been dampening the sound surrounding him he could hardly tell they were talking. Were it not the feeling of their voices pushing against his golden sound he'd of never realized.

Though Masha eventually finished up speaking it hardly seemed to register to Babble. He simply stood there, head down with his gaze to his feet. He continually and silently mouthed the letter Q. There was nothing to be said, no questions to be asked.

He simply waited for the cue.

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Anton looks at Nadiya for a few moments as if staring into her for some sort of lost answer, because in all honesty her meekness is not off putting, but it isn't building his confidence in her at the same time. He takes a quick glance over his shoulder as he checks back on Akhira who at this point has already adjusted her position on the bed. He threw a grin her direction as he noticed that she was not currently eater her meal, and quickly returned his eyes to Nadiya to excuse himself from her attention for a bit.

He pulled back and ended his step at the foot of her bed as he began to look her over and just began to speak as he eyes met hers. "You know it seems you're having a problem with something.. is it you're appetite?" He slides around the side of her bed and begins to fumble with the large trey set next to it, giving the rim a slight spin and examining the food as it turns in his vision. "The meat is rather good and I am sure that the cook spent more than enough time on this to slake whatever hunger you have at the moment." He leaned into the side of her vision as he began to question.

"So go ahead, spit it out and let me hear it... there must be something that will get you to?"

Babble
Masha reaches up and takes both ends of Babbles arms in hand, and instantly he can feel that her touch is cold and dry. Not nearly a feeling that belong to a creature of the living. She ran her thumbs across the place were his hands would normally meet up with his wrist and gave a small wry look as he brow softened. "I take it that the master has yet to have the chance to ..fix.. him." Chlorra shakes her head for a moment and sighs. "No I'm afraid... it seems that Kenner is waiting for him to ask for such a gift. But then again when has any newcomer readily accepted one of his gifts within the first few days of being here." The small girl kept her eyes on Babble and looked him over, seeing the wounds on his body that had gone well passed being healed and the more prominent fact of him missing his hands. The only saving grace of his appearance now was the fact that the help had managed to get him a change of pants from yesterday, and even without shoes the carpet was still warm enough to facilitate comfort on his part.

Babble could see through extension through this girl that though she was young, and quite small even compared to him. His unique senses showed him that something was off about this child, and her physical form. Though thanks to the restriction placed upon him the exact reasons for this were out of his reach to see. Despite his eyes being set low, Babble can see when the young girl cocks her brow in an instant and leans up to return a look. "Would you like to meet someone special..hmm? Almost like you I would like to bet."

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"I take it that the master has yet to have the chance to ..fix.. him."

He stood there, his eyes lacking the light they used to have. They stood talking of the vessel he called him and he lacked the will to care. In essence he was numb. His sense was dulled like fingers in the freezing cold. The more he was changed the less he felt himself. The less he felt real.

The band around his arm glowed steadily, the power locked behind it weighing steadily upon it's restraint. It was like a dam sealing up a river, letting through but a trickle of the real thing. The band was constantly warm like freshly baked bread wrapped around his arm. Unlike bread however it wasn't going to let up and break apart to be used as a tasty dip to some stew of some sort.


"Would you like to meet someone special..hmm? Almost like you I would like to bet."

Of course... She was touching his arms. Long had it been a time since he took exception to any form of physical conduct as he was long accustomed to the idea that suffering would never fail. Despite himself however the sensation of her hands touching his stumps resurfaced the knowledge that his hands were no longer there. While he understood that fact on a constant basis he was able to distract himself enough to forget the feeling of loss subconsciously. Having attention, especially physical interaction, brought to the ends his hands used to occupy only served to reopen the feeling of trying to feel something that's no longer there. What sort of feeling was that? Itchiness for one.

He yanked his arms from her and started to feverishly rub the ends against his body, hoping to use the fibers to scratch an itch that didn't exist. Despite his effort the motion only served to tire him a bit and warm up the ends of his hands, possibly working up to a rash if he kept it up. Looking down at the ends of his arms he couldn't help but imagine the hands where they used to be. The only problem was that his memory of his hands were so badly marred as to be uncertain. He could only recall instances where he had hands and that his master had taken them.


As such he had to fill in the blanks using the feelings he felt was supposed to be what he might of been feeling in his hands when his hands were still there. The issue was that the sensation was off. Without physical input for correction the mentally perceived image of his hands were warped, distorted by a lack of structure. He imagined how his mishappened thumbs must of felt, all short and gnarled. His weird malformed hand with gaunt, twisted fingers sitting just past his wrists... Yes, he could almost see it just as he felt it would be.

The air close by Babble was starting to buzz with an almost electric hum. It was harsh yet low, fading in and out like the tide. This was thanks to the band, the glow changing in coordination with the sound produced. What the band couldn't quash however was the sense of unease which was infused with the very nature of the sound. It was as much a feeling as it was noise.

"Noooot... gooooooood... Feeeels... Wrooooooong... Feeeels... Maaaaaalfoooooormed."


It was the voice of the girl... only it wasn't really. Given the inhibitions set by the band Babble was not truly able to duplicate a voice, not like before. Her voice sounded similar but wrong, distorted badly. Much like someone trying to write with numb fingers Babble had to go slowly to maintain even a shadow of cohesion to the words being formed. As a result the voice was quite low and stretched out making it sound quite monstrous in effect. Needless to say this imitation of her voice did much disservice to the original. Such effect was not his intent but it was the best he could manage under such constriction. Such a fact was of no solace to him. He felt as bad as he sounded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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As she loosed the restriction to his mind a sound comparable to a gasp in reverse filled the air around them. His eyes regained their luster as he perked up, now with a spring to his step. As feeling returned to the sound the band on his arm glowed a deep red, holding back his power from meeting the urge to cut free. Inside the vibrations which stirred inside were quite powerful, creating the sensation of being shaken from within.

The two, Chlorra and Masha, could feel the air almost breathing. It moved to and fro, undulating with the sound of a hum which was potent enough to almost touch. Babble's power was enough to bring about such sound even with what restrictions he was still left with due to the band.


First note of interest to him was the music within the room. The sound possessed an enchanting quality, likely a magic of some form. He was well aware that some musicians would turn to enchantments to enhance their music and an even smaller number of musicians would weave magic using music itself. The fact this person obscured itself from him was little surprise.

Still, he sought to embrace the music's properties. He opened himself to the tune, letting the waves etch themselves upon his mind. After taking in as much of sound as he could he started echoing the music back, playing it over to try and get a feel for it. Just as a warrior would grasp a new blade to acquaint one's self with it's balance so too did he grasp the music so that he might hone until it matched without error.


More than the music however the metal of the room itself drew his main attention. The properties of the barrier encasing this room were astounding, a true wonder for Babble to behold. He could of never fathomed that he would encounter a material more spectacular than this when he was brought here. It was something that fulfilled a need he had sought for his entire known life: The need for true silence.

"Oh me, oh my! What utter joy! Marvelous metal most magnificent earth!" The voice that spoke was not Chlorra's nor Masha's but instead an orchestra of instruments. The sounds were of several sounds which played alongside each other to form the needed noises which composed the words. It was most musical if a bend towards strange.


He then suddenly dropped to the ground. He seemed fine, not at all disturbed as he laid upon his chest. He reached out his arms and tried to embrace the floor in a great big hug. After a moment he started rolling around in an attempt to bring as much of himself as possible close to the metal which swallowed all sound letting out not a peep.

"O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!" The instruments cheered. The chimes, strings and horns all spoke as music to their ears.
The fellow simply continued to roll, reveling in his joy.

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It didn't tale long for Anton to return after the sound of the platter crashing against the floor wrung throughout the room, and the two girls could nearly hear him sigh from all the way down to where he was. Soon the sound of his heels was all they heard as the whole infirmary went quiet as he was walking back to the bed, and stepped right before coming into contact with the food in question. One of the maids from outside had heard the commotion and on trained instinct came in with a bailing cloth in hand. A nice calmly looking young girl with red hair, and green eyes. She stopped at the same mess as Anton made eye contact with her only giving one order "Get the food back on the platter, and wait." He had been in the middle of something, seeing as he was wearing a set of gloves stained with a lite tinge of red. Ones that he slowly removed as he looked at the maid once more "Would you be a dear and fetch Aella for me.. leave the food there." He informed as she was about to take the platter with her, but instead she sat it on the stand at the foot of the bed and nodded before leaving with a rather quick step in her pace. Anton looked back at Nadiya as if you exemplify her attention on the subject.

"I was rather hoping we could avoid this, but seeing as she is dead set on being stubborn, and the master is not to be bothered at such an early hour. We are going to have to resort to a more drastic measure." He snaps his finger and the dark nurse is on Akhira in an instant springing past Nadiya's back pulling the dragon over, and laying her out straight as if she were a rag doll. Ending with her hands being held above her head as she lay flat on the bed, with a hand across her midsection and another clenching her wrist together. The nurses size making this task all the more easier for herself.

It did not take long for the maid to return, with another in tow. A testament to how well the servants were able to weave their way through the hive that was Raven Home. It was apparent that the other maid was in fact like many of the others, wearing a nearly all concealing dress, coupled with a veil that was cinched tight around her face. Though it was obvious that she was more physically different than the one before, being nearly wire thin and she moved with a rather strange stride in her step. Anton looked on at Nadiya and spoke "To be clear you must know this if you are to work with me, the maids who wear veils are not to be trifled with in the lightest. Many are nowhere near human and those that choose to wear the veil are not permitted to remove it unless ordered. Especially ones like our dear Aella here." The docile maid walked up towards the group as the orgional had returned on to her other duties after showing Aella in. She approached and Anton gave her a nod to acknowledge her presence as she looked on at him through the veil. She leaned in as he bent down towards her and put his lips to her ear, only for a short transaction of words to pass between the two. Her head shifting towards Akhira as she looked back at the two, with the feeling of watching two conspire against her ever mounting.

"You brought this on yourself and I hope you learn from this, because the experience will not be pleasant." Aella settled herself near the foot of the bed and climbed on as the nurse rearranged Akhira to a sitting position. Folding her wrist down behind her back and taking hold of her chin with the other hand, with a grip that nearly made her hover over the sheets. Aella raised her hands to remove the veil only to stop as her attnetion fell on Nadiya, and only continued when Anton nodded in correspondence with her. As the veil came down it became more apparent to the two that the thought of this being a young girl was more far fetched than a dream could manage. She was in fact a woman though her other features fought that hypothesis seeing as her head was bald with taught pale flesh,and gaunt cheeks. Her pearly teeth were in a perpetual clench as the lack of lips did very little to cover them, and her eyes were no less then what seemed to be bottomless holes in her head. With no nose to speak of save for two slits running parallel down were that organ should be.

Whatever she was escaped Nadiya but that was to be expected, seeing as humans did not come across creatures like this all that often. Akhira on the other hand with her more vast knowledge of things beyond the human realms could tell the girl was an Ut'zel. A form of being stuck in half life that feasted on living flesh like a ghoul, with a gaze that could bend most creatures mortal and beyond to their will. Aella reached out and took hold of Akhira's cheek helping to pull the young dragon closer, and meet her gaze. The feeling of panic was primal as all of Akhira's senses lit on fire once again and for all the fighting her body did, the hands holding her did not budge, and in her weakened state it was easy to see they possibly never would. As Aella looked her deep in the eyes she could feel her resistance melt away as if she were not herself anymore and soon the hands holding her had left. A flash fog like haze fell over her as she realized that she was no longer being restrained and as her sight corrected she could see Aella place her veil back on and step away from the bed. Only for Anton to slide the platter of jumbled meats across her legs, and right into her view.

It hit her then that she was hungry, and not with any kind of hunger that she had felt before. It was so strong that she could die if she did not eat, she wanted that food, or to more of a point she needed it deeply. Quickly she found her hands dipping into the meat and even though she knew were it had been and how angry she was with those around her, she had to eat. It was an instant after that, she shoved both fist fulls of food into her mouth and began to chew in the same fashion a shark would dine on its own meal. Biting on one section of the meal, and nearly swallowing the other parts of it whole. She was eating in such a fashion that even for her the experience was beginning to become painful in a way previously unknown to her. Only for the haze of the experience to end nearly as quickly as it began. Her body groaned with such a sudden intake and though her mind was returning to her, she could see that the maid had left, and the platter before here was nearly spotless. Cleaned by the ravenous nature of her suddenly induced hunger. All that greeted her view now was a wry smirk from the lips of Anton as he looked on.

Babble
Misha clapped her hands as Babble nearly exploded with sounds that one could possible understand to be enjoyment. She was looking him over as he corrected himself, and dropped an ear to Chlorra as she walked around him. "Its good to see he is more active when the ribbon isn't restricting him as much." She walked around him as she eyed him over again in effort to see if anything had changed. "Does that feel better my friend, is it good to have all you're senses working all at once?" Chlorra did the same as she took a quick look at the young elemental and gave her own evaluation on the subject.

"He does seem to be doing better, though I must admit it is somewhat of a problem with how his power lets him invade the privacy of the other house members. I guess I need to tune the ribbon for a more precise measure before we leave here.. and maybe get his quarters replaced with the same material we use here."

Misha who was still somewhat beside herself was already waving away most of what Chlorra was saying as she padded up and seized Babbles forearms. [color=orange]"We can worry about all that later, but I would really like to know what his thoughts are about meeting someone like himself... Come on, tell me. Doesn't it make you feel all bubbly inside, like meeting a new friend?

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"Indeedly deed! He and I feel better now that the numbness is gone!"

It was Misha's voice that spoke this time. He was still infused with delight at the marvelous metal of the room he was in. Chlorra and Misha were making word sounds at each other of course, discussing him no less.


"We can worry about all that later, but I would really like to know what his thoughts are about meeting someone like himself... Come on, tell me. Doesn't it make you feel all bubbly inside, like meeting a new friend?"

As she seized his arms he just looked up at her, now with an expression of some concern. The very thought of another being quite as accursed as Babble himself was rather disturbing to him. Only he knew most of what he suffered and what disorderly remnants of his memory that were still intact was enough to help him understand just how disturbingly inhumane such treatment was and what it could do to a person. In the end Babble simply needed an answer to help him consider just how worried he should be.

"How... Like him is he?"

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Nadiya & Akhira

Anton looked on as the two girls prostrated him in their own ways, and a part on him found this rather funny. Despite the young woman being so defensive for the weakened dragon coiled in her little bed, only when he spoke to break the silence did his enjoyment become known. "I do hope you will not be this ignorant of the world when I begin to teach you." He said as he began to lightly berate Nadiya doing what he could to point something out to her. "Do you think she actually cares how you feel about her, no matter how genuine you're nature is towards her, it is no matter to her. Even now she thinks of you as nothing more than a spec of life, not even worthy of breathing... its their stubborn pride dragon's. Something that proved to be their downfall more, and more every single generation" It was at this moment the two noticed him wringing his fingers around an object under his shirt, either a pendant or stone, it was hard to tell.

"It is admirable however that you feel like she needs this protection, believe me, in time you will change that outlook on life. There are obviously those that deserve pain, and death, just like those that deserve as much care."

His eyes wrinkled slightly with a tone of surprise as Akhira mentioned being so sickly all her life. He aproached the bedside once more as he looked over the young dragon in Nadiya's arms, and instructed "I suggest you hold her for the time being, less you want our associate to do something more drastic." He said as he motioned towards the dark dressed nurse behind her, who even now was poised to act, growing ever closer over the Nadiya's shoulder. Akhira all the while could see Anton doing something with his hands more akin to magic then any form of first aid. In her vision it was blanketing his hand with a pale light moments before reaching under Nadiya, and pressing it against Akhira's side.

She felt a quick soothing sensation, like a salve was being rubbed across sore muscles. His eyes keeping their focused position as he slowly roamed his hand over her body, as if looking for something. "You're wrong to think that I would be the one to upset Aella.. Her story is more tragic than most, and she has been serving here even longer than myself, so in that aspect she has my respect. She lost her whole family to raiders, only to be used, and discarded by them... then tortured to death by the lord they sold her too. So no.. I am by far the last person who would be angering her." His eyes narrowed as his hand stopped, and pressed slightly more as he inspected almost directly under her arm.

"How peculiar..." he leaned back up and motioned for a guards attention, not even giving him the time to approach. "Could you summon the master, and tell him I have an issue that he needs to handle" As he leans back up, Akhira can see the impression of the item from before pressing through his shirt. Whatever it was, it emanated an intense source of magic, and seemed to encompass his body in the process.

Babble

Babble was soon being lead through several open archways as the little girl was pressing him on, with Chlorra following up from behind. Ahead of himself Babble could see that indeed there was someone sitting on a stool near the center on the last room. There were playing an instrument of some sort, a long wooden frame, fat at the bottom, and thin at the top. Using a hollow case and several thick strings of what looked to be a kind of hair to help it make its tune. "Agnus, we've brought you a visitor." The persons for, which was somewhat coiled around the instrument, quickly unfolds and looks up.

While his eyes see nothing but a tall thin being cloaked it a large flat robe, with a heavy mask that encased their entire head, save for what looked to be a large key hole in the front. Misha tugs on his arm as she pulls him closer towards Agnus. "You're really going to like her, she has always been one of my best students." Babbles senses could see that this Agnus was rather thin, nearly emaciated so, with strong tense arms and legs that jutted out from under the massive robe as she sat on the small stool. The items she wore made discerning her anatomy entirely impossibly, seeing as the mask was made of the same metal as the rooms coating, and she was pressed so tightly her instrument that they both seemed to be one in the same. The key hole of the mask faced Babble as he began to take in more of the room, its make was just the same as a normal home. Seeing a bed in the far corner, along with was seemed to be a bowl for washing ones self. Only for his attention to be grabbed by a singular note striking in his direction.

The pressure of the note was physical, as he could feel it lightly strike him in the chest as she drew the bow of the instrument back once more and struck another cord slightly.

Chlorra looked on with a sort of amusement as she questioned Misha's choice on this action. "So how is this supposed to work? You know she can't speak, and he doesn't even have his own voice."

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Babble

As the first note struck him it was all he could really think about at the moment. What a marvelous instrument! Such new sounds to sing.

He analysed the shape and amplitude of the sound that struck him, learning much about the way the sound was shaped just from the small demonstration presented thus far. As the note had hit him it was absorbed into him, preventing it from being heard by others as he consumed it. It was lovely just how it was aimed and shaped to deliver such impact with but a simple tone. He still had much to learn about shaping sound, this was sure to expand his understanding quite well.

After some concentration he played a note back to Agnus. The note was but an echo of the one played to him as he was not yet confident enough to start issuing a tune of his own. This was a good start though. Just a few more practice notes would be all he needed before he could really start to jam. He just stood, his eyes on the instrument as he concentrated on the sound.