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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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Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Babble Character Portrait: NPC - Raven Loft Character Portrait: Nadiya Darzi Character Portrait: Akhira
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Babble
Agnus sits there with her head slightly cocked with the response that Babble was able to give her, though it was not usual for someone to even respond with the near exact same tone, and sound despite how he was treating it in return. She began to play again using low sliding notes that painted a sort of picture for Babble to see, though in all honesty it was her own interpretation as well.

It was the image of a lone figure kept within a box, left for many weeks at a time, and only removed when it pleased someone other then themselves. He movements were quick but methodical, and her tuning hand was pulling hard at the cords. Doing maneuvers that would put the most deft surgeon to shame. Babble could see that she was not throwing the sound from the instrument like any of the others in the first room. Instead she held the object so close that it bellowed up from within her own body, and resounded through the hole in her metal cowl. She was somehow using her whole body as a conduit for the sound to travel, and adjusted the notes as they traveled through her.

Babble could tell that she was asking him about what exactly his story was, even though it was an unsure answer that she could see him in the same way others did.

Nadiya
Anton was quick to sigh in dismay as he watched Akhira shove her way past Nadiya, and himself. Quickly waving off the nurse in order to keep her from acting, only to catch the door of the wardrobe almost straight across the room from them. Anton stopped to look for a moment as the same guard from before came by to inspect the commotion, who was quickly given the same motion by the doctor as well. "Well if this isn't an interesting turn." He mused for a quick moment as he looked over at Nadiya. Only for the two of them to hear the young dragons muffled voice on the other side of the thick, wooden door. The frame could be heard straining slightly as he guessed that she was possibly pulling rather hard on the inside, in an attempt to keep someone from following.

He kept his eyes fixed on the wardrobe for a minute as if waiting for something to happen, only to look at the guard, question. "Am I to take it that Kenner is on his way?" The guard quickly nodded, pulling a smirk from the doctor as eh looked at Nadiya. "Good, than he can deal with her all he wants. We have more to do than just wait on her the whole damn day." He motioned for both the guard, and the nurse to wait there just in case. As he then began to signal for Nadiya to follow, nearly forcing her to pull her attention away from Akhira at the moment. This lead her to follow him further down the cause way between the long line of shaded beds, until they happened upon an alcove between two sections of beds. This was a section of stairs that lead up two sharp flights, hitting upon the floor above, and once they were up there Nadiya's nose was assaulted by sharp, pungent smells. It was easy enough for her to recognize that the room above the infirmary was a lab of some sort, given to rows of shelves much like the work station of Aemon from before.

However the center of the room was meant to view down on the patients below, as if the ceiling was somehow transparent. "Brilliant isn't it, my own little laboratory, complete with an observation lounge as so I can view my handy work." It was possibly becoming more apparent to her now that Anton was not just a doctor, but a scientist, and many of his actions were to illicit reactions that he could then observe.

The look on his face painted the idea that he was vastly proud of his space in raven home, only for his to validate this thought in his own words. You'll be hard pressed to find a more grand a lab in all of the free lands... much less the crown." He grimaced as that word left his mouth, and he looked down from Nadiya to see some of the patients below. "All of the gathered knowledge here, and all of the materials to do whatever you please with can be rather daunting at first. But I am sure you will get used to it, everyone does." He finished the sentence by looking in her direction, then motioned around as there were several others moving about the upper floor. In actuality it was not many, but it was enough to keep him occupied with a decent staff.

Akhira
Time droned on as Akhira stood there inside the large wardrobe, holding tightly with her claws pulling deeper into the frame of the door. It was some time after she heard anything meaningful, aside from the usual happenings within the infirmary. Having not heard anything from Anton or any of Nadiya for over a few minutes now, only for several rapping knocks against the door.

"Akhira.. its time you come out now." It was Kenner, and she could hear him send both the nurse, and guard both their separate ways. Only for him to return to the door "...At least let me in or come out, because I honestly would not like to have a conversation through this door."

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Babble

How very interesting. This person did with their own flesh what Babble did with his mind and very essence. Furthermore they were wound about the instrument, as much a part of it as any of the strings were.

The picture she painted was most interesting. There were multiple ways to draw an image with sound of course. For the average listeners music could illustrate an image through use of tones to evoke emotions or even mimic the sounds of an environment, both of which paint by guiding the listener's imagination as it filled in the blanks. For those who used sound to navigate instead of sight it served to map out the presence of physical objects via echolocation.


She wanted to know what his story was. She had shared hers after all, it was only natural for her to ask for his. It was innocent but all the while terrible question as his story was both simple yet complex and in all ways horrible. He was reluctant but at the same time he was hard pressed to deny someone who was into music quite that much.

After a few seconds Babble took hold of the image and started to shift it, bending it until it's shape matched the image he wished to illustrate. It was him in his simplest state, A Babble without connotation or context. Like a doll Babble was simply there, awaiting the hand to take it and give it purpose. Along with that image Babble played a note. It was a suspenseful note, and he held the tone as though awaiting an answer.


The question was simple. Did she really want to hear what came next?

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Nadiya
Anton looked down over the rail as he pulled his gaze away from Nadiya for the moment and scoffed. "Well.. it seems Kenner has made it here.. in impeccable timing as always." He motioned as to show her the tall figure standing in front of the wardrobe, giving several rapping motions against the door. "He is just going to go soft on her.. like he always does with new arrivals. Where it up to me she would be flogged twice in the morning, and made an example of. Several lashes are always necessary to ensure strict obedience."

He motions for Nadiya to follow him over towards the center of the platform, closing in on what seemed to be a work table. Producing a handily sized book from below the far edge of the right side, and placed it down on the table in front of her. Giving it a small flip to open the pages, revealing that the book in question was actually blank, and then slid it over to her. "From today on this book will be yours... wait. Can you actually read, and write?" He gave her a sideways look before dismissing his question in nearly the moment after asking it. "Never mind.. you will learn."

Quickly producing a mortar, and pestle from an adjacent drawer on the table, he slid them just as close to her as the book. "Firstly I want you render down this extract here before I get back, the process should take you no less than ten minutes." He finally set a large bowl of thick petals in front of her from a nearby shelf, as it was easy to see that his attention was quickly becoming divided. Giving her a small nod before hurrying down towards the long end of the room, and around a corner to disappear from sight.

Akhira
Kenner looked on at the door to the wardrobe, slowly pressing himself against to surface to hear her quickly breathing against the other side. Only to turn and lean against the door on his side, looking up at the ceiling for a few moments to wait, and see if she was able to bring about another response. "I wonder how things are going in there for you.. but you do know that it would be incredibly simple for me to rend this little wooden box in half, and pluck you from the wreckage." He waited for a few more moments only to see if she was going to add another breath to her fear of the situation, and a small thought crossed his mind as he began to contemplate what needed to be said.

"How about this.. if you agree to talk with me, then we can have the conversation in any part of the house... or even outside the house, if you like?"

Babble
As Babble came close to the end of his section of the song, Agnus pulled the notes away. Curving the image back, almost like she had reset it back to the way it was before. She played more slowly as she lifted off from the beginning of the song once again, as if trying to show Babble something that he had missed before.

She defined the image to consist of herself, carving the head into a singular image like that of her own adornment, and she began to show him a second image that approached the cage. But what transpired was hard for him to understand as the image soon became too much for him to stand, either it was the sound or the image she implied. It was just something that was after all this time, still alien to him on some fundamental level. The last he could see before pulling himself away was the image being the reason she was released from the cage.

It became obvious now that she was referring to master Kenner, and his rescue of her in the beginning.

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Babble

A fascinating song. More fascinating was the fact that she too could produce the sound. A sound Babble himself could not grasp now in the hands of two. How?

It was an agonizing failure this simple truth that everyone except him seemed to know. What, how and why was this sound so foreign to his understanding? Like a language he's forgotten the sound was familiar yet the meaning was lost. All the while that accursed noise seemed to overwhelm any attempt on his part to incorporate that sound to his own.


He nodded, acknowledging the description revealed to him. He could appreciate that Kenner had done a good turn for Agnus. How nice.

He couldn't let go of his struggle to grasp Kenner's noise. Like a bite of food that was too large for him to chew he basically gnawed at it, hoping to break it down and learn it in parts. He broiled his mind over the noise until it faded away, his will unable to keep it from slipping through. Like a soup spoon with a hole in the middle he was left empty handed before he could even really taste a sample.


Bereft of this and knowing that this was reproducible by others yet not him brought a sense of disappointment in himself. His head hung in shame and a sound comparable to the hollow echoing atmosphere of a vast cavern filled the air around him.

An emptiness awaited it's fill.

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The two continue to play their song for only a few minutes before she comes to a slow stop, with Chlorra and the young girl behind them quietly taking in the performance. Not sharing a single word between the two aside from what one would call an avid glance every now and again. Agnus begins to make what could be attested as more of a guttural sound with her voice, and speaks in a vastly muted tone. "Hungry..."

Misha is quick to interject herself into the moment as she leans in over Babble's shoulder. "Oh that's right, you didn't eat last night..." She disappears from view as she moves into a side room away from the small group and returns with a small hand cart. There is no food on the try that it carried aside from what Babble could tell was a large glass, full with some liquid pierced by a straw. As she stopped next to Agnus, the woman reached forward with her thin fingers. Pulling the glass up and sliding the straw inside the aperture covering her face.

The young girl looked at Babble for a moment before speaking. "Would you like something to eat as well? I am not sure if all of the new arrivals had managed to eat yet."

Nadiya

"Miss Naudiya.." Anton's voice pulled her back from keeping her attention elsewhere. Seeing his impatient expression as she turned to see him once again looking her over. "I did not have you brought here so you could just waste you're time gawking at the others.. or Kenner for that matter." He placed the bowl down with a heavy thud against the table. "You will have more than enough time, and chances to see such things in you're duties here. Though I am sure you haven't seen much of anything like this in you're life." He slides the rest of the small prospect along the table and sidles up near her as he looks down into the main area, peering at what she sees.

He scoffs at her interest for a moment before resigning himself to speak. "Yes.. the mixture was poisonous, but as you'll come to know is that we are protected here in this house and though there can be accidents, Kenner or Chlorra do what they must to right such events." He crosses his arms as he and Nadiya see her Akhira remove herself from the wardrobe. He chuckles as if musing to himself about what she had to go through, just to give up her hiding spot, which wasn't really much of a hiding spot.

"If there are any other question you may have, I suggest getting them off you're chest now.." He adds with a snide voice chirp in his voice.

Akhira

Kenner had begun to lightly lead Akhira through the halls of the building, staying on the same floor as the moved towards what she realized was the opposite side from the entrance. He was quiet the whole time as well, not speaking or returning eye contact with her for the whole time. Though it was easy for her to become slightly uneasy with the whole ordeal as they walked. The halls were full of other people with the various sounds, smells, and faces rushing around. The sea of bodies split as Kenner walked ahead of her, only stopping slightly as several servants would offer their thanks as they passed. They would only call him by the moniker master, though non bowed or took a knee in his presence. They all seemed to be moving in full force to get their daily duties down, and then be on their way once again.

From what she could see around the edge of his shoulder, he was gracious to each face that he saw, and each time he was spoken to. He would either give a solemn smile or nod to respond, noticing that his normal demeanor was that of a calm, quiet individual.

Before long her eyes began to wince with the familiar vision of natural light pouring in from the far end of the hall, and as they grew closer the sound of gulls began to follow. If it wasn't for him being ahead of her, she would quicken her pace into a run with the urge that nature was pulling at inside her. Only for her to feel a hand grip hers and she was soon running along with him. He was moving at a brisk speed with his wide gate striding in each step, he pulled her along side as to more easily help her keep pace and when the two of the broke the threshold of the door at the far end of the hall, she could see it. It was the ocean, vast and with a deep azure shine.

They were on a terrace overlooking the ocean from the side of the building, and as she looked there could be seen other such structures jutting out from floor above them. Which most likely proved true for several floors below as well, were she to lean over the edge and look down. The salty wind of the ocean swept over her as she could see several ships out in the marina away from the landmass of the peninsula. Even more so to her surprise she could see other beings out on those ships, and even other winged entities above them. Either stretching their wings or at play, from this distance it was hard for her to tell even with her exceptional sight.

As she looked out into the ocean, Kenner moved into her view with his smile intact as he gazed down at her. The wind was having somewhat of a field day tossing his hair around his head, making him look as though he was a silvered lion thanks to how much hair he had. But he used only a hand to get the mess under control as he swept it all to one side.

"Well... is this setting more to you're liking."

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Babble

And last but not least, Babble.

Or maybe he was least. At this point such distinctions were a bit beyond him. He enjoyed the song they shared well enough. Shame it had to come to a sudden close.

"Oh that's right, you didn't eat last night..."

A strange fact to bring up all of a sudden. Misha left the room only to return with some form of cart. At least, that's what it sounded like. Metallic, squeaky, bubbly stuff on top, that sort of sound. If Babble had hands he could draw an exact picture of what he heard. Well, as exact as someone with no artistic training could feasibly be.


"Would you like something to eat as well? I am not sure if all of the new arrivals had managed to eat yet."

That is what she asked. It certainly sounded like a question, not the rhetorical type either. Babble hadn't been facing her, even as she addressed him with her question. He just sort of collapsed to his knees then fell flat on his face. There was no sound as his knees hit the floor. There was a rather comical splatting noise as he landed on his face, like a fresh pancake hitting a tiled floor.

"What does Babble like? Would it even matter? Did it even matter to begin with?"

The voices that asked these questions came from any sort of direction. The origin of these voices were multiple, distributed around Misha. Babble simply rolled over onto his back, staring up at the ceiling.


"He is but an instrument. Feed him if you wish, don't if you don't. His wishes matter not for nothing is below him. Not even worms command less than him. Not even nothingness itself has less of an opinion worth sharing at any given moment."

Though it was the truest form of silence those observing could see him take in a deep breath as he soaked in the soothing cold of the floor beneath him. He simply let it's cold, smooth surface into his senses as he laid, awaiting more suffering as there was always more suffering. The expression of a different perception of this was largely unknown to him. As far as he was concerned suffering was simply something Babble did. Anytime the warlock did any differently it was a game to bring him more suffering.

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Akhira
Kenner looked on as the young dragon danced lightly in the air before him, the sound of the wave crashing against the rocks far below that became a soft song as the wind pushed along with it. He smiled lightly as he looked out over the peninsula, and only brought his attention back to her for a moment. "Even if I did turn my back, it wouldn't be that easy for you. Though I must admit the allure of such a chase does seem enticing." He gleamed back at her with his eyes stoic as always.

The slow ring of a bell could be hear from within the depths of the house, even at this distance outside. As if carried by some unseen force to ensure that all within, and without could here it. Akhira was quick to notice though that it was not the sound she heard that told her the bell was tolling, but she could feel it deep in herself somewhere. The only clue she could surmount from this was that the band on her arm was allowing for this to happen, and true to the thought as she paid closer attention to the item. She could feel a resounding sensation deep within her stomach, like a small hand plucking on the string of the vast instrument that was her form.

Kenner shot his eyes out past Akhira, as she could see him formulating something in his mind. The plan itself playing out on his features, like an astrologer reading the stars. His eyebrow shot up as his face widened into a grin once more, and he spoke "How about this?"

"I allow you time to enjoy you're day, spreading you're wings, and taking to the sky as you see fit. Only if you return to the house before nightfall, and come when you are called..."
He motioned out over the bay, as if to show her something before her eyes that she might be missing. "You may even feed on the livestock, or game within my domain... though I suggest you keep an eye on you're prospective meal. I would hate to have you gobble up any of my more bestial subjects." Despite the grimness of his words, the master did not lose the cheer set upon his lips.

"The ribbon on you're arm will allow contact with you, and when the final bell of the day is tolled, you will feel that as well. Just return home within the hour, and I shall not have to take any action against you.. nor will any member of my house for that matter."

"Is this arrangement an agreeable one"
He asked quizzically, though he was sure the young dragon would jump at the first chance of freedom.

Babble
The two women responded with a soft mix of laughter between the two of them, one being that Chlorra had come to just expect that of him. The second being that Misha didn't really know what to expect from all of this, and responded just as such when she laid down what looked to be a very thick drink, complete with a straw for the woman across from Babble. Who took it up in her long, thin fingers, and began to drink after running the straw under her mask. Despite the amount of trouble this outfit caused her, it seemed to Babble that it had more of a purpose than just concealing her identity, even from the likes of him.

The woman began to play once again after setting the drink down, asking Babble rather bluntly were he came from. Seeing as she had never met one such as him before in her life prior to being in Raven Home.

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Babble

Laughter was infectious. It was the best medicine and yet at the same time it could cut through someone no matter their armor. Laughter of mirth, laughter of mania, all tools in Babble's arsenal of sounds. Not even the damage to his mind could prevent him from learning what happiness sounded like, even if he couldn't recall a single happy moment in his life up until his arrival.

Empty of hand, a question in mind. From where did he come from she asked?

Now that was a question. The tower of course! But the tower of where? He knew it was the warlock's tower but more than that he could not say. He couldn't remember what the outdoors sounded like. The tears in his memory ran deep, some to the core. The missing memories, lost to him in events he no longer remembers. Only scenes of his torture and scattered vignettes of his life before the tower remained. Chronological order of his life's events barely existed, time lost on him as some foreign concept that philosophers debate.


His answer was the sound of an image of a tower. He didn't elaborate, it didn't seem necessary. If he explained any more than that it'd get confusing for him as scenes tended to change based on what was happening.

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Agnus shifted her head as he began to relay this image to her, the fact of not being able to see where her eyes were tracking was somewhat of a hindrance in most cases. Thankfully her ability to peer through the world like Babble did was the saving grace in this moment. She would give off small tones in response, letting him know that she was following along with his explanation. Only for her to pull the bow up to her instrument, and began to slide its cord across the strings.

She began to display the same as she had shown him before, a box within a small room, locked within yet another room. Though this time he would see a man come to retrieve her from time to time. Only to be placed back in the box once again near the end of the day, and after some extensive pain had been dealt.

"My former master was considered a great man of the arts, though his reputation did not reflect his treatment of those he kept." It was at this moment that Babble saw the same image she had shown before, that she most likely portrayed as the ideal form of Kenner, the master of the house. Facing the man as he returned Agnus to her box one last time, only for the two to argue, and then something was drawn against Kenner.. then nothing. The images scatter as Agnus tries to play a note that is far too complicated for even her skilled hands. Though if it was involving Kenner, then Babble may be able to sympathize with respects to that.

"I was beyond help by normal means by the time he found me, though I was used to what I had become. He still offered.." She actually spoke this time, her voice creeping out underneath the covering on her head. A small, and raspy voice, sounding more fetid than something a woman should ever possess as a means to speak.

Akhira
Kenner slowly approached the young dragon, her form pressed against the wall, and the light of life dim in her eyes. He reached down seizing her by the chin softly, and lifting her eyes to meet his. "I do this but once, and only to show you what I promise to offer.. nothing more." She see's him reaching up towards his face with the other hand, only for his teeth to become sharpened by him bearing them, and places a finger among one point. Suddenly she hears the distinct pop of his flesh break against the point, and he slowly hangs the hand across from her face. A deeply colored orb now forming on the bottom as he continued to move her head with the use of his hand. Not harming or forcing her in anyway, it was almost like her body was betraying her at his very touch, much like what happened before when they first met.

"Any sickness is like the darkness of a small room, chased away with even the smallest of candlelight."

His hand tips, and the drop falls. Landing neatly on the very crux of her brow, and like that her body began to shudder. A feeling reminiscent of the first time she flew towards the sun on the brightest day. The deep feeling in her chest was subsiding, and even then her body's inner instincts were becoming more profound. She could feel her skin shift to chase the sensation as it ran across her form, only for her to realize that she had her eyes clinched shut this whole time, and opened them to see him looking on her once again. Bearing a solemn smile, and looking content as always, albeit with somewhat a smug look.

"You shall be well for some time now, but the feeling will subside in a few days.. more then enough time to make you're decision about this place. You're destination was always up to you, Faust is the one who will have you if you desire to not find a position among the upper floors.. and I doubt he would take the mindless comment well anyway."

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Her skill was considerable, fine tuned fingers what played such fantastic notes. It was then of some note that the note she tried to play was noticeably off, if only because he heard the sound she was trying to create before. He couldn't make it either, it made sense that she fell short of that. Such a living being as he, something that should not be, both a sound and a person was he and yet neither sound nor man could decipher something born of sound. It was almost as if the master had an audible presence, an aura which howled like wind and rain. But why? When all other things could be created true such a sound should behave like any other. Strange, ever stranger it was to him.

She played a note of a box within a box and a man who brought her pain. Kenner came and it all fell apart because the sounds got strange. He was still trying to play it himself but he could not hold the tune. His eyes were unfocused, his mouth a strange smile not that of happiness but that of a loon.


What surprised him though, snapping him sharply to reality was the sound of a voice behind the mask. It was raw and pained like it was damaged beyond repair. What surprised him even more was that she chose to speak. But why? He wondered again, the question applied well to many. Language was not seen by him as tool to communicate with those who spend too much time speaking and not enough time listening. If more people chose to listen closely they'd hear more than words could ever tell them He assumed.

What to do? What to do?...

What was there even to do? Her story was spoke, the song was wrote. It was like a note which hung on too long, creating suspense until it exhausted the audience. Was he supposed to fill the silence? With what? He pondered, swaying in place like he was being pushed by an unfelt wind. Why would he even ruin the silence in the first place? That was the job of other, non-sound savvy folk. No, it was clear the silence was never meant to be cleared, least of all by him.

He fell to his knees, tired of standing. The stones hurt his knees but not in enough capacity for him to care. Pain was almost as common to him as sound. He remained, kneeling on the floor before the masked woman who had just spoken. With patience he did wait.


Until they made the sound they were to create.

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Out of view of the conversation, Chlorra, and the young girl were talking about several things. Though their words always be out understanding for both Agni, and Babble. It was quick for him to notice that the you girl, and Chlorra would share a more closely guarded conversation over his back. Though their attention would slowly shift between one another, it would ultimately shift back onto him as his own perception could easily tell. The subject of which was most likely how he, and this Agni were doing together.

It was then that she struck a sharp note, as if to pull his attention towards her for a moment.

She began playing a slow mirrored tune, using the base of her instrument to latten its sound.

"It is not usual for someone injured like yourself to stay so in the masters care.. why has he not healed you?"

Babble could tell by the sway of her head, that there was a more quizzical nature to this context. She let the bow hand loosely for a moment before starting up again.

"Surely he must have offered the same, as he had offered me.."

Akhira
Kenner looked around her for the moment as he was thinking over his answer, adding his own exception to her statement. "I would suggest when dealing with the other members of the house, that you should not call them as such.. some may take offense. Doubly so as many are far older then you are." He slides to her side, and guides her away from the wall. Letting her see over the edge of the terrace, and down to the water below.

"The first is Aemon, his care for you was genuine I can assure you. Though the mans own upbringing is partly to blame, he could never look at someone hurting, and let them remain as such." Kenner shrugs lightly as he leans over the terrace, letting his hand twine up with some Akhira's hair as it began to blow in the wind. "He is one of the best in the field of alchemy, and has made quiet the name for himself in most circles." The hair strains through his fingers as he lets the wind take it away.

He smiles at her for a moment, and takes his attention off from her for the moment before bringing it back. "The other is named Nadiya, she is currently in the infirmary with several of the other house members helping her get used to the new position she is to fill... She does show plenty of promise" He adds as he looks into Akhira's eyes, as if he were searching for something.

Now it has come to her notice that while they both have been sharing this terrace, they were not sharing it alone. Several different birds had begun to perch upon the railing, and were now paying strange amounts of attention to the both of them.

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BabBle

A question at hand.

A question of hands.

A question regarding hands even!

For a while there Babble's interest was in the two who spoke, hidden so behind walls of beautiful metal which ate the voices of trespassing sound. Only at the sharp tune of Agnus did his focus shift back, returning to digest the notes of her tune.

He heard the sounds, what words they implied. He listened, then he thought.


"Once together, always whole.
No longer of flesh but forever of soul.

It cannot be felt but I know it's there.
Of their fate I'd best beware.

Masters come and masters go.
I'm tortured and bled if they feel so.

I dare not try and be so bold.
Lest he turn my whole world cold."

He sang his song in sounds a many. A strange dirge for a strange man. He spoke of his hands, though perhaps not so straightfoward. He hoped she'd chalk it up to sheer babble and move on. Nonetheless it was as it is. It was not his place to tell them what they should say or why they should ask. He was a bug to even the lowliest bugs, these kind folks stood leagues above him.


"Through the willows,
Past the woods,
Under the falcons,
All wearing hoods.

In their hearts,
And in their minds,
On their tongues,
What words they hide.

Words that wound,
Of tears they cry,
From kings to serfs,
Until they die."

Perhaps he was singing of another answer to her question. Perhaps he was just singing for fun. Either option could be true, depending on who was asking. Perhaps he was just unhinged.

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Kenner looked on as the birds just stared back at the two of them, reaching out, and letting a small sparrow clamber up onto his hand. "They are just curious, that's all. Not to mention beings like you, and I are capable of drawing them from far around with our presence alone..." He began to pet the bird lightly, as it keened into his touch.

"So have you decided?" He added after a small stem of silence.

"Like I said, the decision to have at least a normal life here is up to you, and what would you be losing?"

"If you were so free in the world before, then you wouldn't have ended up here in the first place, and at least here you can have a home here.. for as long as you desire."
He cups his hands around the bird, and tosses it off the balcony, letting it flutter back out over the sea. "I know you miss you're wings, and the rush of life that flight gives you, believe me I do know. But in time such a privilege will merely be returned to you, you have lost nothing that cannot be regained, and that does not mean that you will not gain more then you already have."

He sidles up to her for a moment, slowly pulling her hand down from his face as she tried to meet it to his eyes again. "In all respects, its a better option than being someone's show piece down there in the crown." He gestures off into the distance, and she could just barely make out the cities sky line just over the forest that sat at the edge of Kenner's territory.

Babble
As the small musical rant tapered off, the other two came up behind Babble to look over him. "I don't know if we should take that as a yes or no.." Chlorra added with her usual monotone draw. "I'm beginning to wonder if the Master would even let him stay in earnest... though he is just a shell. Maybe we could free him from it, and let his essence go free?" Misha passes over Babble, and stares into him, taking in his features. He could see that her eyes were shifting steadily as she examined him, though the dilating shapes, and the brightening of her pupils easily betrayed any notion that she was human as well.

"Really..? That's too bad."
"I could use someone with his skill, and potential."


She reaches down, and slightly lifts his chin to get a better look at his eyes. "But to be honest, he already looks rather dead inside. Not to mention the erratic behavior could throw off more than a few of my clients."

Agni sits there for the time being, keeping her head fix on them, and holding the string of her cello under the palm of her left hand.

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He observed their sounds carefully. Words, sounds given interpretation. Could the meaning change based on the listener?

What struck his interest were the words of his essence. Of his shell they spoke. Of his freedom they pondered.

It was a whimsical fantasy indeed. Often he pondered what freedom even meant, at least whenever his old master wasn't listening. Those were the days alright. Had they ever gone away?

"Freedom, not of the skin but of the sound? It sounds quite interesting indeed. I am curious but the shell who is Babble also, well..."


While Misha stared into his rather unfocused eyes with her own unnatural irides he had stood mostly still, as if he was unaware of what she was even doing. All of a sudden however, just as he cuts the voice's own sentence off his once tightly sealed lips fell open. His head rocked back, staring up at the ceiling while his jaw hung wide open. From his mouth a distant sound started to emerge. A terrible white noise approached, gradually growing louder until it was painful to the ears of those listening. Deep from within the harsh buzzing noise was a faint, unfamiliar voice. It spoke though it was barely audible, like a calm whisper in a rain storm.

"What about me?"

What little of it could be heard was a weak, gentle voice. It was kind of weird and pathetic sounding, kind of fitting for a strange deranged looking mop of a fellow he was. Just as Babble had never opened his mouth to speak a single word before he did not need to move his mouth to form the words which crackled from his throat.


And just like that he shut his mouth, bringing both the voice and the static enshrouding it to a sudden silence. With the motion of him swallowing an audible gulp could be heard as he swallowed the voice, trapping it in his chest like so many other things. What he couldn't swallow however was the body's own fear of death. Not after what the old master promised him.

"Yes, what about him? As our old master once said, death is no escape. We are promised a place in hell, anchored well is our spirit. We have seen it. Neither of us want to return."

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The two women looked on at the young man before them, a short silence following his reaction to the question. The younger one spouting a question before much else could happen. "Is he alright? Because he doesn't seem as well put together as the last few.. the poor darling." She reached forward and began to tussle with Babble's hair for a moment. He in turn could feel the extension of nails being drawn across the top of his scalp. "Why don't you do something for the poor soul, and see if you can make it better?"

Chlorra shrugged for only a moment before returning. "Doing so would be a vast overreach for me, you know that. Not to mention that rules must always be observed here, and he may not even be able of surviving my kind of help." The two shared a dejected sigh for a second before returning their attention to the man seated before them.

Nadiya
After Nadiya & Akhira had finished their conversation, the young dragon retreated from the infirmary. Leaving the Nadiya there to bask in the slight awkwardness of what had just occurred, when a small hand reached up to touch her shoulder.

It at was the hand of Phillipe as she had step out from her vantage point on the conversation, to talk to Nadiya about the abrupt visit she just received. "I see you are quick to make new friends, and with dragons no less." She said as she sat a large bowl on the edge of the center table. "She seemed nice, aside from that usual air of superiority that her kind are more well known for having." A mention that coaxes a small laugh from the child as she collects several herbs for mixing.
Nadiya could see that she was picking out several small ingredients meant for numbing pain, and promoting the healing of wounds. With quick movements she ground several shares of the ingredients into a fine paste into the bottom of the bowl, and hefted it up for Nadiya to take. "We have one last patient to see to today, and then you will be free to enjoy the rest of your day doing what you like." She said as she sat the bowl into Nadiya's hands, and picked up a small roll of linen before leading her off. Talking as they walked down the large hall once again "As with most places, you will get used to much of the work you will be doing within the house.. especially given time."

The two moved through that section of the house, and as they moved Nadiya could tell that the morning had been far gone since she had woken up today. The light outside the few windows that she could see, was growing dull and muted.

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The sound of hairs being tussled were like a hurricane spilling onto the trees.

The sound of nails on his scalp were like a steel rake dragged across the surface of a leather hide.

All much too close, much too loud. Not that he could argue, not that he had a say. He suffered, that much was simply fact.

"Is he alright? Because he doesn't seem as well put together as the last few.. the poor darling. Why don't you do something for the poor soul, and see if you can make it better?"

If he wanted to say anything it would need to wait. He did not wish to interrupt their conversation. Nothing he had to contribute would be so valuable he'd have any right to interject. This was a lesson learnt in pain. A lesson learnt in days past.


"Doing so would be a vast overreach for me, you know that. Not to mention that rules must always be observed here, and he may not even be able of surviving my kind of help."

They relinquished their hopes of experimenting on the poor fools mind with a despairing sigh. He hadn't meant to bring them down by simply being. Simply being was what he simply did. Simply being as he simply was. They turned their focus on him, the spotlight now illuminating the man with the crooked smile. The child with the bric-a-brac mind took the stage.

He simply grinned his odd little grin. In the air they could faintly hear the distant sound of some sailor lazily humming an old sea shanty. There wasn't really all too much reason as to why he picked that sound. Perhaps it was because it was among the many sounds he absorbed on his way to the manor. Perhaps it was just because it was. Meaning mattered little, silence was simply not the order of today's menu. If he could he'd eat nothing but silence.

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At the question of how Alia had come to Raven Home, she stopped for a moment as she was sipping on her tea once more. Peach was quick to fill the cup from a small pot that was behind her on a small tray, with a quick and repeatedly practiced movement.

Alia finishes a second sip before placing the cup back on its little plate and leaning toward Akhira and speaking "Several of the beings you will find in this house are rather guarded about where it was they come from." She ran her hand across the book in her lap as she turned it over on its edges. " I come from a land far to the north, one in which I and my siblings were scribes before being discovered by the master."

She shudders for a moment in what Akhira could conceivably see as a convulsion. With a small stream of liquid beginning to run from the grill over Alia's mouth and with little hesitation Peach is there. With a hand on Alia's back and a small pursed napkin to wipe away what she could find. "I always forget myself when I am entertaining guest.. my apologies" Peach finishes and steps back into her normal position.

"I love it here, this place is my home and I would not give it up for anything. Not even for a chance to go back to my homeland."

"Should I take it that you're not taking to this new home?"

Babble

Chlorra walks around Babble after removing her hand and slides a small stool up closer towards him and sits.

"He is aware, though I don't know if he has what it takes to be an individual. I am just wondering if the master really intends to just keep him, or free him if he doesn't prove to be worth the investment." Mish walks around their shoulders as she sidled up towards Agni for a moment, helping to adjust some of her garments that were giving her a small issue as she began to protest.

"I don't think I have ever seen him do such a thing, are you sure that the master would do such a thing if this was really necessary?"

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"He is aware, though I don't know if he has what it takes to be an individual. I am just wondering if the master really intends to just keep him, or free him if he doesn't prove to be worth the investment."

A strange turn their conversation had taken. Like a hard rock concert suddenly giving way to a gentle harp melody kind of strange. The words 'Free him' came off as unusual to his ears. Perhaps they were now talking of someone else? There was no one else in the room. What might of possessed them to conjure forth such a non-sequitur? He tilted his head quizzically, the humming coming to a slow fade out.

"I don't think I have ever seen him do such a thing, are you sure that the master would do such a thing if this was really necessary?"

What thing? Does the master not free people often? Less thoughts and more feelings ending on a quizzical note filled his silly noggin. He had no notion of being freed himself but if the fellow they were now discussing had a chance of seizing his own destiny it would be a marvelous thing to see. A slave given the reigns to his own life back, the kind of story you only hear in fairy tales.

"Who..." The voice started as Chlorra's despite the pain it evoked to to those that could listen. "Might he free?" The voice flowed into Misha's own as the sentence concluded.

A slave given freedom. Like a bird given flight. Quite a sight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Babble

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Words spoken left unsaid, sounds made never escaping the lips. Words could never leave his mouth for they were never his words, never his voice. He was Babble but he was also someone who learned to unlearn his own voice. It was for the best, so he told himself.

"That's enough of that" The hand of Chlorra did strangle. His air was shortened, made scarce. "Why is it that you continue to do this? Because if memory serves, these voices are not yours to use at your own discretion."

His frame writhed and squirmed under her grip. He was not fond of dying but death was no stranger. Her presence pierced flesh and cloth but so much unpleasantries remained intact. Not a small few demons had such an effect on him, so he learned quite well during his time locked below, locked in endless circuit made deadly.


"Maybe he is a lost cause?" The one of tight muscle and edged teeth cast the shadow of doubt upon his verdict. "He has promise, but if he is incapable of operating within the normal confines of the other house members. Then I think that not even the master could find a real use for him.. such a pity."

"I think its time a more drastic measure is to be taken.."

At that moment something truly terrible happened. As she fondled the tip of his ribbon the sound within the room resonated with a palpable hiccup. An echo of noise without identity erupted from the damaged frame of the one made strange. Sound was a noise but it also carried with it power, the power to move and even exert weight. For those still slave to the laws of force they would find themselves in point blank range of an echo carrying force, force enough to shatter the layer of smooth stone flooring in the pattern of a ripple. It tore the ground not unlike a stone tearing the surface of a lake, ripples of shattered flooring forming in series of circles enclosed within circles, the damage coming to an immediate halt at an invisible barrier.


The ribbon burned, the edges glowing a faint red as it fought to swallow the brunt of the accidental hiccup that exploded from Babble. At that moment he felt something he had never felt before. While his former master had done well to limit Babble's own range so that he was unable to transmit beyond his own confines there was never a time he found his innate connection to sound dwindle. None had ever weakened him in such a matter.

Such a strange feeling it was. Like fingers that started to shrink in length all of a sudden he could feel his very being start to dwindle. The echo was squashed, dying down into a toothless roar. The air still moved but the area in which it still did shrank with haste. The room was feeling smaller. He was feeling less.

All those who maanaged to hold their ground and remain near could hear as the noise without identity faded, receding into the flesh and blood that only in part belonged to him. His eyes were cross, unfocused. His head hung forward, body slouched over like a limp doll. When once the feeling of sound around him was thick like water it was now more akin to a faintly buzzing smoke. Invisible and now almost intangible.


He hadn't meant to hurt anyone, if anyone was hurt at all that is. He couldn't control changes he had no hand in. Now he was currently unable to even lift his head. When before the very act was useless in the face of listening now he simply did not as he had long forgotten what using one's own body meant. He was sound and sound was him, without it he was little more than meat and bone that occasionally eats. He was not proud of this, he simply was. He tried to illicit a response but the only thing that came of it was a garbled sound, faint like a distant mouse's squeak Babble tried to convey a note of confusion but it was still not his own voice. It was the voice of a nurse from the medical ward when he was being taken through the house to this very room. He had overheard it in passing discussion.

It came not with words, just a sound that seemed to stretch on into silence. He sat there uselessly, sitting limp with his mouth ever shut. There was never any need to shut a mouth that never opened. He found himself living in a faint bubble. Like a candle in the dark the world had all but vanished for him.

In his mind's eye all that remained were the faint ripples of stones long since tossed, the water of reality simply settling back into serene nothingness with each disturbance past.

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

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

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

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

Akhira

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Babble

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

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

"Oh please."

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

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

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

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

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Babble

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He could see but he was blind.


Babble saw... No wait, that's not correct. Looking down as he had he could see the shapes before him but rarely before did he ever pay them much mind. Babble's eyes caught the shoes of Chlorra But wait, how? How do eyes catch shoes?
They don't have hands
Babble wondered, the errant thought crossing his miswired brain.

As babbles eyes look up -he sees her- as she completes her circle around him. An object was now hanging in front of -his- face and - - his eyes began to focus. Except was that how that went? Babble was confused. How would he have seen her mask if he never looked up? Perhaps it was in front of him in another way. Perhaps so but perhaps not.

Rather, he wasn't looking the same way at all. His eyes were glazed. When once they were used largely to help show expressions now they simply hung low, half lidded and dull. He had no clue what use eyes were if he couldn't tell where anything was anymore.


He could listen but he couldn't hear.


Like distant thunder clouds sounds rumbled in the form of words. Echoes from miles across, filling the void in his mind with their lingering repetitions. They made sense, sorta. Even when he was able to make out the words they didn't make sense.

"I like to believe we heal those brought our way."

"Given the chance even one such as yourself can aspire to great things."

"Have high hopes for you.."

"Now stand if you would...

and be recognized."


While any one of those series of words would make sense given context in his position he had little understanding as to where they were coming from, what they meant and just what context they belonged to. Sounds to form letters, letters to form words, words to form sentences, sentences to form statements, statements to form ideas. The idea was lost. Thus, the sentences formed no statement, the words formed no sentences, the sounds formed no letters. Sound for the sound impaired, a song sung for the silence.


He could feel but he was numb.


When one suffered so pain was of minor consequence. The threading of hairs upon his head left no larger an impression than a choking grasp upon his throat. What he felt more was the numbness that was being detached from the world. He was alone as far as he could feel. The ground at his knees was the only thing he could feel past his clothes, at least once the hand had left his head.


He could speak but he had no voice.


Not a sound came from him, not a single noise. What ability he had to generate it was brought low, so low in fact that no words he could form could make it across. They fell to silence long before the ears could recieve them. His mouth remained still because of course it would. What reason would he have to open it now? There was no food to consume and no one to taste. The only things near were shadows, things that he could not confirm or deny existed.


He could think but he had nothing to consider.


With nothing left to hear and nothing keeping him from doing so he let go. His body relaxed and he fell on his face with a soft thud. There he lied for a short bit, unmoving like a lumpy rug. After a couple seconds or so he started to roll. He rolled to the left and continued rolling. The room was quite spacious so he was at little risk of running into anything or anyone. As the human form was rarely ever even his trajectory was curved. He eventually was brought to a stop as his body ran against the door. The door refused to budge so there he just lied. For what little remained of him that tiny speck of Babble inside felt a small pang of joy from simply doing something for the sheer sake of it.

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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



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

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

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


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

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Babble

Distance calls, voices like ephemerial ghosts beckoning. What did they say? He could not tell. It was like being submerged in water, everything distorted with uneven echoes.

All he could tell was a feeling, one of something patting his head before he was lifted up. He was laid with his back against the door. Oh, the door... It's dampening solidarity was a faint familiarity. So close to it he could tell it was there and that was good.

He sat, his head hanging listlessly as he remained inhibited. His body was weak, his senses numb. Half of him was all but gone now, like a bisection but instead of cutting him in half it took a piece of every fiber of his being. He could see but all they were was images now. The sounds... The sounds were virtually gone. Only a thin skin over himself remained, a faint coat painted over him to continue reminding him of his existence. It was weak, weak like the most distant limits of his sound. As quelled as it was it reached far for the size it was reduced to.


Something reached his lips, not anything he could immediately identify. It flooded his mouth with water but it did not sound right. It's sound was distant and certainly off. Was it real? Nothing sounded real, nothing sounded. What was in his mouth could of very well been an illusion designed to fool the senses. He had identified them in the past for things that seemed real never possessed a real sound, thus outing the illusion as a fake.

The liquid sat in his mouth like tepid pond water, he largely relegated breathing to the nose as the mouth was flooded. What sounds came from him were not normal, nothing like one might expect the act of drinking water to sound. What little sound was produced was anemic, difficult to even pick up without pressing one's ear close to him. His breathing was a low humming buzz that rose and faded to the beat of his lungs. What little could be heard of the water was like an off-kilter gurgle, like mud being churned even. These were not conscious products of Babble, just by-products of his change.

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Akhira

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

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

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

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




Alexander

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

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

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



Selakir

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

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

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

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

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



Babble

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

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

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