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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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Babble

Sounds, distant sounds.

He couldn't make out the words. They were coming from somewhere else, not his mind but a part of his head. And still that buzzing continued, a harsh noise which came from within but did not leave his span of being. Only keen ears would be able to make out the faint droning and only from nearby him at that given how weak it was.

A hand grasped his head and pulled it back as the fluid poured from it's cup. It filled his mouth before spilling down the sides of his mouth and onto both the floor and his collar. The sound the water made sloshing about his open maw was unnatural, not quite how water should sound. It was low and heavy like mud, only subtly so but still. And that buzzing sound ever present though enemic might it be.

It had blocked his airways and he quickly found himself unable to breath. This was not an unusual state to be in for him. The old master often put him in situations where he'd lose the ability to breath. In situations like those dying was no option either as vitality was fed to him in the form of painful dark magical energies.

Still, he choked a bit as his lungs convulsed from the lack of oxygen. Water sputtered up but little sound of his own emerged. There was no voice beneath the water, even as it churned.

The feeling of drowning. Not an unfamiliar sensation indeed. At least it was just water and not boiling blood.

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Alexander

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

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

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

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

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

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


Selakir

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

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

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


Babble

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

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

"Next I would suggest breathing before you speak

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Babble

With his head that they tipped downward
Liquid poured from his maw.
With his sound that they locked down hard
Little was all that he saw.

Buzz, Hum, Crack,
Whir, Howl, Snap.

He sat there, stained in the fluid they had attempted to feed him. Attempted, for their efforts netted him little more than errant drops while the rest had to be purged from the lungs. The cool water left a cool sensation sinking through the fabric he was clad in. It felt nice to feel anything outside of pain and rough dry fibers rubbing against his skin.

There was no voice behind his involuntary purge. The sound of his coughs were akin to an empty buzz, not unlike static. Static, the sound of a missing signal. It was something else that Babble was missing however.

He couldn't count how many people were in the room anymore. He couldn't discern if there even was people in the room anymore. His eyes were left vacant, unable to focus on anything for lack of any substance behind the blurs of images passing before him. There was no sound anymore. His sense of smell still functioned but barely, he couldn't even tell the difference between regular and burnt toast. He could still taste, water tasted cold and... Water-like?

And he could feel. Feelings were the only things he could really concentrate on now. Even muted as he was he could still feel the distant sensation of sounds upon his body, not unlike train tracks conducting the sound of trains. He could not make heads or tails of anything anymore. What something sounded like was naught but a whisper shivering up his toes.

He drew in ragged breaths, his body still fighting off errant drops of water despite Chlorra's supposed help. They didn't sound like breaths though. To an inattentive observer there would be no noise whatsoever. To good listeners the faint sound of dolorous buzzing could be perceived. A faint hum like tightly bottled lightning. Still, he was breathing as evident by the rise and fall of his chest.

There was no sound.


There was no sound.

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

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

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


Selakir

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

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

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


Alexander

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

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

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Babble

Like a limp vessel he was hardly responsive to the world. When once things mattered, though not often things most people cared about, now he cared not for all. The images in front of his eyes were like a slideshow, a series of visuals that he was removed from despite being apart of them.

There was nothing to say, nothing that could be said. There was nothing to do, no info to act upon. All he could do was be and though tired as he was of it existing was the only thing his master had yet to strip him of. Smells had no real meaning, his sense of scent was poor to begin with and now he couldn't even tell what senses were still real anymore. He couldn't hear what he was seeing, he couldn't listen to what his ears were hearing. His taste was intact for whatever that was worth.

What's left to infer?

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Babble
As his eyes with how weak his body had become. It was apparent that Babble was having a hard time staying awake, even if it was a choice at this point. He could see Chlorra's lithe form leaning over him as several of the nurses, if one could call them that. Came over from one of the other beds to help situate him into a comfortable position.

Chlorra ran a hand over his head, pushing back several stray strands of hair as he could see back into the eyes of her mask. Two small white dots of light were peering back at him, strangely enough. Both of them were coming from the left eye alone. "You have no idea little man... But here, you should have more then enough of a chance to get better. Especially with them looking after you. So I suggest you attempt to make the best of things." Two of the nurses, women dressed in outfits reminiscent of the maids. Save for the fact that their color was more white, with sterile garments that covered almost their entire arms. The began taking account of him as his eyes continued fighting to stay open.

His last vision of them was a linen sheet being pulled up over his lower half and the other working to help work the pillow under his head to better support it. Only for his vision to finally blur out and become dark.



Alexander & Akhira
Purna kept ahead of Alexander, but only slightly. She talked with him as they both walked down the long corridor that even Alexander could see was expansive and when they managed to turn one corner, only to keep walking down what looked to be the same hall. It became more of a guess for him as they walked. Almost as if she could see this on his face she began to speak about where they were going. "I believe that you will enjoy the auditorium. There is plenty of space to practice and even personal rooms that allow for more secluded work with your own thoughts. Though if you want to use them, or even have your quarters moved their for a more permanent stay, you may have to ask the master." She began to motion for him to see as she was pointing out small details to him when they turned the second corner. "If you ever get lost you can get your bearings by looking at the walls." As his eyes followed her directions, Alexander could see that the molding lines on the hallway had notches worked into the frame work and that the hall before their turn had one less.

The houses floors worked on a grid like system. Counting up one direction and down the other, while the left side of the hall possessed a mark indicating primitive letters. Two in fact, one most likely standing for what floor of the house they were on. "I got lost one time when I was new and they found me after half a day, having locked myself in a stock room." She giggled as they continued to walk, only for a group of guards to come running by. Not even attempting to pardon themselves and almost pushing her back into Alexander. "Well, looks like the shinys are up in arms about something. Though its not usual for such a thing as this to happen up here." She looks from across both sides as they continue down the hall and looks over her shoulder at Alexander as she struts along. "Last hall and you are going to be in the auditorium. Its the one of the only rooms in the house to reach out into the surrounding countryside and on clear days the fresh air does the students good. Really gets the creative juices flowing." She says with a smile as Alexander can see it play across her face. It was obvious that she really enjoyed being the talkative one in this equation.

This realization came upon Alexander at the moment he turned a corner to follow Purna around the last corner. Only to see her eyes still fixed on him and not situated ahead. Before the raven haired woman he could see a younger looking girl of almost equal height to Purna's. Her eyes were fixed ahead and it seemed that she was not one to call out the fact that someone was going to walk directly into her. The light of the wall lanterns playing across her dark hair, streaking with the pale strands as she stood there almost a gasp for words. His eyes met Purna's in what looked like a warming, but before the two collided. Purna's shoes dug into the carpet to stop her advance and she fell back once again. Coming dreadfully close to falling on her back, where it not for both Alexander holding out his arm and Purna herself reaching out for the others left shoulder.

What shot from Purna's lips as she reacted, was a mix of what could only be described as a curse of sorts. Though, despite the language barrier it was obviously something a lady shouldn't be saying in polite company.



Selakir
The maid at Selakir's side gave her a soft hug before pushing the door open and taking her down a short hall. The sound of laughter could be heard from the other end as the two of them grew closer. It was obvious that something was going on in the other room and with the mix of voices, it was sure to be a good group of individuals who were enjoying themselves. The maid held her hand the whole way. With one other laid across Selakir's shoulder as they walked. As if she were trying her best to comfort her the whole way.

As soon as they reached the door however, she woman stopped Selakir and looked her over again. She was doing her best to ensure that the young elf would feel as beautiful for her new master as she could. Her work began to slow as she looked back at Selakir and even though the veil covered most of her face, save for the hole. The feeling of the maids eyes on Selakir was an ever present aspect of this interaction and she stopped. Her arms dropped, before one was brought up to grip at the edge of her veil and she tugged it away. In this instance Selakir could see that the veil served a more broad purpose as it was removed and the full regalia of the maid before her was reveled.

The woman before her was half blooded and it was obvious the combining of these two lines was not kind to her. The sides of her lips cut into black edges and when a breath of releaif was breathed by the maid. It was revealed that her mouth was full of crudely mismatched teeth, even though they fit well enough. The veil seemed to physically shift her anatomy as it was placed on and likewise removed. She possessed several smaller horns that birthed a crown like growth on her head and even though her flesh was extremely pale, especially compared to her rosy lips. The most obvious problem with her form was her eyes and the space around them. Both were an almost septic color of yellow, with long, dark red slits for pupils. This compounded with virulent patches of skin traversing her eyes, from her forehead almost to her top lip. Made the maid look almost like a demented harlequin.

"It's my choice to wear the veil, as it is for all of us."
Selakir could feel a distinct heat coming off the girls breath and her nose was hit with the fait smell of brimstone to top it all off. She looked ashamed for some reason as the young girl stared back into her eyes. As if a formal taboo had been broken and she was waiting to be punished. "You have nothing to worry about.. its obvious how beautiful you are and how much he will love you.. that isn't to say he doesn't love any of us." Here expression changes as if to push that thought. She reaches out to take the young elf's hand and even those are starting to burn with a notable heat. "He loves us all and I am certain that you will come to see that as well." The girl smiles with a hopeful stare, almost starry-eyed if one had to guess and then hugged Selakir one last time. It was now painfully obvious that the veils were basically meant to help each of them feel like they could fit in. Not simply just to hide their mundane, or extravagant features.

She quickly replaces the veil. A strange thing to witness in both directions, as the placing of the article of clothing appeared to deform reality. Her horns and face seemed to shift in order to fit the veil, instead of the other way around. Though the act did not seem uncomfortable, it was a strange thing to witness none the less.

She pushed the door and lightly bowed, the last few steps to take were Selakir's alone and she moved into room. Several of the voices enjoying the revelry quieted as she pressed in. As the door closed behind her, she could see her new master sitting at the edge of a small table with other figures around. Most where the blue ribbon wearing individuals from before, though three new ones wearing mask had joined him as well.

Strangely enough as they parted, she could see two others. A person in strange garb seated almost directly in front of him and another maid, sitting firmly on his lap. Though this one was dressed somewhat differently sporting a pink ribbon on her arm, two large blonde braids and the veil pulled halfway up her face. The veil was easy to explain, as he was slowly feeding her small treats from one of several trays situated on the table nearby. To which she made slight jostling motions and squealed in a muffled delight.

Kenner motioned for Selakir to approach and spoke up. "Good, you've arrived. I have two people I want you to meet." He makes several motions and the standing figures begin to disperse. Several of them giving Selakir a slight bow as they pass her and head out the way she came. The others using another door that apparently reaches back into the main hall.

Kenner point out towards the figure siting ahead of him, while the maid stood and gave her an astute bow. "This is Alia and her friend Peach. I was hoping to have you meet them later, but they decided to give a small visit and I could not let the chance be wasted." Selakir could see that the maid was as formal as Kenner himself. She had already placed the veil back into place, despite still chewing on what Selaki glanced to be a chocolate glazed strawberry. She was of a somewhat heavier build then Selakir, though seeing as she hasn't been eating well for the past few weeks. This was understandable.

The other one, Alia. On the other hand was something of an oddity, even when compared to a house full of masked maids and suited individuals. She was incredibly thin and her form was wrapped in what looked to be fine linen. However her hands, chest and lower waste were covered in thick, silken vestments. Her head was covered entirely with what looked to be a leather cowl that was made to fit in a shapely manner. While the back was tied just enough to allow her abundant brunet hair pour from the back. The front had a small metallic grill where the mouth should be and the eyes were two silver rimmed shaded goggles. With how well the room was lit Selakir could see that she had pale hazel eyes, that followed her as she moved.

Peach was more energetic then the two, walking around Selakir and observing her. Taking in as much of the young elf's form as possible. Though she did now speak. Aside from the bow as a greeting, no other word came from the other maid and then it was another voice that broke the silence. "Friend, underling, companion.. caretaker.. It's rather trivial when you try to actually put a title to whatever task Peach performs. The voice was heavily feminine, yet raspy. Yet as Alia's voice came through that metallic grill in her mask. It added a soft, nearly musical chime to her voice.

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Babble

Nightmares were the only dreams he had ever known.

Rest was not restful for Babble. What periods of unconsciousness he could attain were filled largely with darkness and scattered memories of things most awful. He turned about under the sheet he was laid beneath, tired limbs thrashing about in one such vivid nightmare.

Before long he awoke. Eyes opened but the world had not let him be. He was numb, the sound of the world had vanished. He could feel the fabric but it was silent. It's like it wasn't really there despite itself. He sat up and began to pull himself from the bed sheets, squirming free and flopping onto the stone floor with a muted thud.


Now free from the bed he struggled to his feet, pushing himself up against the wall and up it. He tried to take a couple steps but he was wobbling too much and fell down again. After struggling up and falling down at least a couple times he struck a tenuous balance, head and body swaying like a mild breeze could knock him over.

Step by step, foot after foot he proceeded forward past the curtain to his bed. All was silent, images stood before him like a screen he was viewing. The image of the medical wing he was brought to stood before him. There were nurses milling about though none paid him notice, at least not yet anyways. The pathway continued down and there was a path to his left, curtained beds lined up down both paths. He staggered his way left, wandering unimpeded in a daze.

Where did he go? He did not know. His path was unknown, especially to himself. Doors, hallways, all these features blended into a blur for him as he meandered about the manor. He could hear nothing, he could say nothing, he could fathom nothing.

He was nothing.

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Selakir
Master Kenner laughed lightly at the slight unrest in Selakir, merely arising as a soft chuckle. He was rather aware at what was the issue and beckoned the young elf forward. Sliding a small plate of items toward her side of the table. Even lifting a pitcher and pouring a small glass of water, setting it beside the plate.

White fruit mostly occupied the entirety of the plate, some greens could also be seen as well. Though the larger plates in the middle of the table also had meats and even sugared items to speak of. Peach in the meantime began ushering Selakir closer to the table, helping her along as well as she could. It was obvious that the servants of the house were far more forthcoming in most things. Either being more outspoken than she had seen other servants were allowed, or even possessing a degree of autonomy. As they continued to move about on their own in most day to day activities.

Kenner stood, waling up to her as she approached. He greeted her with a smile as if he hadn't just left her company a few minutes ago. "A little cleanliness can go a long way, as you can see." He held out a hand and offered her his seat, waiting to see if she would accept.

The last of the other house members left through the only other door in the room, which lead out into the main hall. Alia spoke up as Peach rounded Selakir's shoulder. "Come now peach. I know its been a while since another elf has been here, but you could give her a moment to get used to her new surroundings." Peach stops her near bouncing at the suggestion of this and for a moment, Selakir could see that the maid was actually pouting from behind her veil. Causing a laugh from both Alia and Kenner, plus the grin that shot across his face.



Alexander & Akhira
Purna began to straighten herself back to normal as the reaction caused her to nearly fall. She had been caught off guard when it wasn't obvious that someone wasn't standing in her path and as she brought her eyes back up. She accepted Alexander's help, eagerly. Straightening her dress after she finished standing back up.

Still muttering several words under her breath, Purna turned towards Alexander. "I'm fine, just a little shaken is all." She finished by sliding her bangs back and facing Akhira. "Apologies for all of that, my attention was elsewhere at the time." She offered in response to Akhira.

They stood there for a moment, small words hanging in the air as Alexander's and Akhira's minds had time to mull over what happened. Purna worked to make sure nothing was out of place with her outfit and that nothing had been disrupted around them. A passing guard was able to ask what had just caused the noise that drew him to their direction and Purna easily waved him off. An action that the guard was apparently fine with her doing, despite being a slave of the house. She possessed the amount of authority that allowed her to just dismiss a guard on cue. Though it was obvious that she meant no harm with said dismissal and the guard displayed no ill will.

She looked Akhira over as she sidled back next to Alexander. "Well I have no problem with someone else tagging along. Though if you want, the rooms are on floor three. The only people who even remotely live up here are the instructors." She adds as she starts to move on down the hall, beckoning the two of them to follow as she does so. "The more the merrier I suppose, its always good to see new faces. Though I suggest you stay close and on your best behavior. tugging Alexander on the sleeve as she walked by.



Babble

As Babble continued to walk on unsteady legs, more and more eyes became aware of him. Though those that looked quickly returned to what they were doing in turn. It appeared that whatever they were up to was more necessary then having to chase down one person, who was more likely to fall over, then break into a sprint and run for the door.

Babble's eyes traced the lines in the carpet as he began to make headway towards the other end of the corridor and his advance only stopped when his head made contact with something. Forcing his vision ended with what appeared to be two feet meeting his and as his head craned to look up. In front of him was something other then any nurse he had seen before. Though the garments were equal enough, the darker coloration and the size of this person made it obvious that she was meant more for other hardier task. Beside her was a much smaller figure, that of a young girl and she was there with a dead set stare at Babble. Pointing at him all the while before the larger nurse acted. Babble only had enough time to slightly lower his head before the nurse's arms began to lift him up and began cradling him over back to his bead. Where several other nurses had apparently been waiting.

To his ears muffled voices began pattering back and forth. The young girl was instructing them in what it was they were going to do. His forearms were wrapped in clean gauss, while they began to clean him as though he were a toddler. What little protest he could muster was either dealt with by the larger nurse, or just ignored for finishing their task. Only for the process to take less than a few minutes.

The young girl all the while was rubbing what seemed to be a salve across several of the old wounds that Babble had. Berating him slightly as she worked. "To think that you just decided to get up and wander around.. why do that?.. You should stay in bed and get well, or at least get some strength back in yourself.." She worked as the talking continued. The other nurses working to get a fresh set of clothes onto Babble's body.

The larger nurse stopped holding him down at this point, reserving to stay hanging over the young girl's shoulder.

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Babble

His ill-fated odyssey came to it's inevitable end.

Drug back to his bed he was forced to lie once more, this time with more people around. They started to remove his clothes but he made no effort to stop them. There was no point in resisting anything his masters willed of him, his whole life had taught him that much.

He heard nothing. There was no sound to here. He felt noises but they were amidst a wash of buzzing. A signal that burnt within it's bondage, silent but never still. He looked over to see someone was talking but he could not hear. All he knew was that she might of been talking to him. Her eyes were on him as she moved her lips but then again she could of just been dictating actions to her servants. He couldn't tell.

He made no effort to escape this. It was all he could do to try and piece together what was going on when all was mute.

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The young girl began to roll her hand over Babble's face for a short time. Moving him from left to right and observing any prior injuries. Her voice rattled off several things that passed under his attention, with one of the nurses taking notes in time with her voice. The other nurses having left from before, taking with them the last of the rags and soiled clothes from before. The larger nurse still loomed over her shoulder, almost guarding her from falling off the small stool she needed to use in order to reach Babble's height.

Her attention stopped as she came across Babble's ribbon and she looked it over. As if gauging something on the other side of her mind as she proceeded to inspect him. Slowly, the young girl drew a finger up and towards the edge of the ribbon. Making only the lightest of contact with its surface, with the tip of her nail almost illuminating with the contact.

As her nail pulled down slightly, Babble could feel something release in him. Like a tied hose had just been partially undone, with slightly renewed power being returned to him and she just as quickly stopped her finger. It was his sight that began to clear, though blurry at first and drawing from a distance. He saw a calm face looked down at him, with a large veiled face sitting almost directly over her.

Her eyes traced back to him, as if to notice the returning acuity in his eyes and she smiled. "Hello there, it's good to actually get a response out of you. With what Chlorra told me, I was starting to worry."
His hearing having returned to normal just in time to catch her speak to him for the first time.

"My name is Philippe."

"Are you feeling better?"


She asked as she pulled away and set his arm back down beside him.

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Like a clamped hose that has had slight pressure relieved on it what came out came out under a lot of pressure, like a fire hose feeding directly from an inland sea. Within a short radius of him a horrendous noise erupted not unlike the harsh buzzing of a dying radio. Small objects in the vicinity could be seen shaking from the amplitude of the noise spewing forth. Even the tiniest relent in restraint of Babble's sound let out a fair amount of noise, even if it currently laid at 'Rather Annoying' as opposed to 'Cliff Side Shattering' levels.

As for Babble himself after being left so mind-numbingly cut off from his primary form of interaction with the world this return to the sound he once knew was a tad sudden. He was unable to quite seize a proper grip over the noise spilling forth which he was able to manage prior since he spent every moment of his life, both awake and sleeping, trying to keep the sound from overwhelming him. Being able to hear everything within miles had always meant he was never able to really know peace without making it for himself in the form of noise-cancelling sound. The 'Golden Sound' as he called it for silence was golden.

As for the return to his senses everything was a bit crazy getting back into it. He could see the way noise formed around things but it was hazy, hectic and out of control. He could hear though it was quiet beneath the roar of harsh buzzing erupting from him. He could make out the words though just barely. He attempted to form some of his own.


"We... Are... Alive." He had shaped the words out of her own sound though amidst the sound currently projecting from him her voice was distorted beyond all familiarity. It sounded as though the words were being formed within the static hum itself which it kinda was in a sense.

Before long the howl dimmed to a hum before declining into a distracting ambient whisper and then finally settling to a neutral state of mild silence. The Golden Sound was playing once more, making the environment quiet to the point of reducing the volume of all incoming sounds within Babble's limited radius. Everything was still audible, Babble wasn't trying to shut out the sounds. He was simply softening their approach so the sounds of the sick and wounded weren't akin to meteor crashes within the space between his very ears.

He looked to the young face near him. He was wearing his 3D glasses once more for these images before him now held depth! He could sound map their physical impression in the world, well, as long as they were close enough that was. While he had no regency over sound beyond a short distance all sound which returned to him could once again be grasped, held and interpreted like before. He could touch sound, he could taste the sound, he could... Well, hear it just fine.

He was alive... Which mattered to him we suppose.

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The young girl looked back at Babble, sliding several strands of hair from his face. "Yes, alive.. just as you were before." She began to cover his legs and get him as comfortable as she could. While the larger nurse moved to his other side and began to check over the wrappings on his arms, possessing a more delicate touch this time around.

"First we must get you strong again, you're much too weak physically and even with your power marginally reduced you could possibly die." She pulled several small items out of her pocket, one being a disk with a long extension and pressed it against his chest. While pressing the other end to her ear and she began to move it across the breadth of his chest. A smile creeping across her face as she did so "Heh.. It sounds like music."

As she raised up and pocketed the items once more she leaned up towards Babble's face and took a look across his eyes. Murmuring questions to herself as she did so. Babble could tell that most of what she was asking herself pertained to him, about what he needed to survive and what best ways there was to get his body back to a better degree of health.
[color]"Is there anything that you actually eat?"

"Chlorra wasn't very clear of what it was that you could need to eat when she dropped you off."[/color] As she leaned in closer to ask this question, he could tell that something was off about the girl hovering over him. As he could see her face, he could tell that he wasn't seeing all of her face. Almost like he was looking at something that really wasn't there in the first place. It moved like a face and it looked like a face, but there was something about it that was very off putting to him. "Is there anything that you like to eat in general?" She asked, interrupting his current train of thought.

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Babble

It's hard to interrupt something that's not doing anything.

He looked up when she asked a question regarding food. He had felt pains down below but that was normal. Back in the tower the old master had given him nothing but stolen life to live off. He knew of food though, in passing conversation only. He had heard the sounds food made, even seen it on occasion. He had never, however, eaten food. At least not that he can remember. It hurt when he tried to think sometimes. When he tried to remember.

He cocked his head to the side and pondered what she meant. What did he eat?... What did he eat?


He just shrugged. He hadn't the faintest clue why anyone would ever feed a lowly creature like him, let alone ask what he wanted. Babbles were meant for suffering, not kindness. He really had no idea how to respond to this. So he remained, his head returning to a neutral resting state. Laying around was just fine albeit a bit boring. She claimed he was weak but this was just how he was naturally, so he believed. When one spent every waking memory having his flesh torn away from the bone the words pertaining to growing in strength and his name didn't seem to fit in the same sentence.

Clearly it must of been some sort of mistake in her understanding.

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Philippe looked over Babble as he stared back at her. It wasn't entirely possibly that she could supply something for him to eat and when an idea hit her, she pulled a small pad, scribbling quickly. Babble could see that she was murmuring the words as she wrote them, letting the information flow as easily as one would breath.

She looked over the top of her notes and asked him as she continued to write. "We are going to try a few things, hopefully one of them will work for you. Several of them will be up in about an hour.." She quickly tears the page out and hands it off to the nurse across his bed, who barely glances at the page and trots off down the hall, while she returned to examining Babble.

She lifted his right arm and began to inspect where the bandaging began, asking him questions as she scanned across his forearm. "Can you still feel anything here, or..." Babble saw her eyes stop where his armed ended and even though bandaging had been applied, it was apparent that she was staring at something. She leaned over his body and examined his other arm in the exact same way. Her eyes focusing on the very end where his wound was and it was obvious that she was drawing a conclusion, even with how strange her face appeared to him.

Her touch was strange to him as well, like her fingers were damp and each point of contact reminded him of the days where pain was applied through magical means. Not the pain, not the sensation, but the contact itself was still there. Like a strange phantom that he was vaguely aware of as it traced over his flesh. She looked over one last time before placing his arm down and drew back up to stand. "Who took your hands Babble?" She asked bluntly.



Selakir

Kenner smiled over and nodded across the room in regards to Peach's anticipation. The maid practically bounced with happiness as she leapt from the room, hurrying down the hall towards her destination. Kenner and Alia both shared a softly toned chuckle between one another. He pulled another chair from the side of the table closer towards Selakir and took a seat beside her. "Another few days of this and maybe she will have all of this excitement out of her system." He added with a slight sigh.

"Not very likely..." Was what Alia responded with as Kenner fished a strawberry from the plate in front of Selakir and kept his eye cast towards her as she ate. He with the edge of the fruit sitting firmly in his teeth as he looked her over. He lifted up his other hand on the table and revealed an item that was in his grasp. It was a silken, pink ribbon. Twirling the two ends of it together with his fingers as he leaned against the edge of the table and looked onto Selakir, as she enjoyed her meal.

He looked on and as her eyes caught his out of the edge of her vision, she could see that he was content to just sit there and watch her do exactly as she was doing. Though the silence did not last long in general, Kenner decided to ask a rather straightforward question of her.

"Besides serving your master, what is it that makes you happy Selakir? He sat down the last of the strawberry in his hand and began to hold the ribbon more predominately in front of her. "Because this family can offer as such." Alia leans forward and adds "You can go far in this house, even at your age you are still young and very beautiful. You can go places and do things that not many of us really had a chance to ever do..." She went quiet for a moment after that. Her head fixed as she looked down onto her hand in silence. Aside from a dejected sigh, there was nothing else that could catch Selakir's hearing when it concerned this woman across from her.

Kenner reached across and placed his hand on hers, visually puller her back from whatever place her mind was currently in.

"Everyone has a place here Selakir, so long as you wish to take it."

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Ooo. Oh Dear. Oh dear indeed.

Each touch brought a shiver. The tool of bone, sinew, blood and more drew up his flesh. Her touch was strange, magic no doubt. He was never comfortable with being touched. He never expected to be comfortable. It was an easy expectation to meet.

Then she created the question. The which formed the patterns that could be interpreted as a inquiry. She wanted to know who took his arm. No, that was not information to be parted with. It was taken and that should be left alone. It was safer that way.

"He- Him- It- We cannot say who. The old master made us swear. He was clear, no doubt about it.
Actions spoke louder, louder, loudest."

It was the voice of an old man that spoke, the cords withered and dry. Not his own, never his own. Babble the voice spoke, Babble the fool simply thought. His face spoke greater volumes than his voice did right now anyhow. He was clearly terrified. Not much scared ole' Babble but the very figure that was responsible for everything until now definitely put a great deal of fear in him.

At least as he was learning from his time in the new manor there were still new ways to suffer. Punishment was surely less terrifying the more experienced he grew with such things.

It's easy to be fearless when you have nothing to lose. Sadly for Babble there are still a few things left to rob him of. It. Them.

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As he spoke in this voice the girl began to scribble notes down on a small pad that she kept in one of the many small pockets that seemed to adorn her outfit. She kept and eye on him and kept writing away with whatever information she could put down, obviously not just writing down what it was he sounded like this time, nor how he spoke.

"So no real help there.. unless we can find someone who knew your old master and is willing to share." She places the pad and pen back into her pocket before leaning back down from her stool. "We will be able to heal your hands in the long run, there is no doubt of that. If not my fathers doing then by someone else's, because I doubt purchasing you in such a condition was intended." She added, rummaging through another pocket as she did.

"Is there anything that I can do to help you while we wait?" Where it not for him laying down in this position, the act of her looking down on him might not feel as it does. Though there was no denying it, that this was somehow reminiscent of his former days of confinement.



Akhira

The small boy looked back at Akhira as she started to walk away and smiled. "Too bad, I was hoping to get to know you a little better... come back when you have the time. My doors are always open.." He let his smile gleam across her back. A sensation she could feel that was mounting on the back of her neck the longer her back was to him. Then it was gone and as a cursory glance revealed, he had left the hall just as quickly as he had arrived.

The door before her cracked open once again as two house members left, swinging wide and revealing two women. They seemed to be in the middle of a long conversation, though the tongue in which they conversed was making it hard to understand. Though from their body language it was easy to see that they were having what amounted to a friendly debate. As they went passed and paying very little attention to the young dragon, she was left to look freely into the next room.

The room was expansive, even compared to the prior class that she had seen. There were chairs and stools strown about with all manor of art supplies sat in much the same variation. Though the layout was haphazard and not very well organized by any measure of the word. The people had managed to arrange several of the chairs and supplies into their own concentric circles. Though Akhira could also see that this had made several of the small groups somewhat segregated. It was easy to see that those of the more human persuasion were cloistered together, while those that didn't share the same definitions were left to their own groups all the same.

The doorway itself was like a portal, separating such an unruly section of the house from such an organized world. It was almost like the two of these worlds shouldn't be able to exist within such close proximity to one another.

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Words of healing, words of purchase. Words, words, words! She certainly spoke a few many.

He highly doubted she would find anyone with knowledge of that variety. His old master worked in secret and left a scarce few alive to speak of such matters. If he had any friends they certainly weren't on this side of the veil.

She asked if there was anything she could do to help him? A soft chorus of chuckles were sprinkled throughout the air around her.

"Help him? Oh I think he's just a little bit beyond help. We are Babble after all." A disconnected voice answered to her right. All the while the Babble wrought of flesh and bone simply laid there, listening but otherwise inactive. While being tied down to a table was nothing new for him he certainly was never afforded anything like bedding or even a mattress for that matter. The slab was all the comfort a wretch like him could ever warrant.

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Kenner smiled back at her as she asked this small bevy of questions. He released her arm and stood back up before he began to explain on what she asked. "The rules are rather straight forward, no harming another house member, outside of certain situations at least. No stealing from another house member and when asked to help by a guard, you are to comply to the best of your ability." He grabs a small chocolate roll from the plate in front of his and slightly bites on the edge of it, giving a slight murmur of approval as he did.

"Relationships are fine so long as they do not interfere with your daily activities."
"You are also permitted to move about the upper floors, though if you wish to go above this floor you will need a guard to escort you. The same goes for all the floors below ground level, though the guards escort is for more your own protection. Many of the rules that apply up here are not wholly held true down below."
Alia leans forward with a slight chuckle. "Yes, in case you like to visit the arena, then I suggest you just stay up here with the rest of us."

"Formal functions are much of the same. Tend to any duties that you are given, which can be anything from entertaining the guest, or even just serving them drinks and keeping them fed. Everyone chips in to help when such events come around, so it's really nothing new." Alia chimes in again as he finishes. "A note will be on the inside of your door every morning, that will detail your duties for the day, as in where you shall go and who you shall meet. Other than that, you are free to do as you like and to go see whomever you wish."

Alexander
The sound of the harp echoed out through the room as he played. Alexander could tell that these rooms were built with the idea of harmonizing sound in mind and that despite being full of unused instruments. This room might at one time have double as a small auditorium of sorts. Purna had already left by the time he managed to play the tenth note. Keeping a small smirk on her face all the while as she walked. There was a body there now however, after finding a seat. This person had began to watch him play, each pluck of the strings and each time he shifted the grip of his body against the instrument.

He could not see them in his view, but he could smell them. A pungent odor, like that of a wild yam wafting in from over his right shoulder. They watched as he continued, not wanting to disturb him as he did so.

Babble
As the girl looked down at Babble and continued to write, she kept her mind about her. Babble could tell that she was used to even strange guest and his actions did not bother in the least. Though she didn't know if he was doing so for any kind of purchase or not, only asking as such in her notes.

As she finished writing a nurse came walking through the far door and towards them. In her hands was a trey, more akin to silver platter, but on it sat three small jars. That she lightly sat on the side of the bed while Philippe thanked her and then ushered her off. Even laying there Babble could hear a small noise, almost like a solemn song coming from the direction of the jars. As they sat on the corner of the bed he could look down and see that the small jars contained a myriad of what appeared to be fluids. One being a dark and viscos ichor like substance, sloshing lightly as the tray was sat down. The second being sapphire colored gel that sat at the bottom of the container. Despite sitting still, the gel roiled in place, like a small storm bubbled under its depths. The last one, being the same that Babble could hear emitting the lite singing tone. Had a clear liquid with several small stones sitting at the bottom.

It sounded like the ocean, or what he could only guess was the ocean. Like two sea bound entities singing back to one another in a slight chorus.

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Such a song, these strange stones caught in a liquid trap. The sound was like the ocean, a great body of water indeed. He was well familiar with such things given his trip to this household was upon a ship.

Fluids often evoked an oftentimes disconcerting feeling for him. The sounds of caught fluids weren't unlike the sounds within a living creature's body. Beast of fluid, wrought of blood. Organs twisting, pulsating, churning. Blood, he could hear it sloshing always. Within himself, within others. Only in true silence would he know reprieve from the orchestral constant that was the living form.

Latching onto the song of the sea-bound stones his sound mirrored the sound, playing it back but louder so it was quite audible to all who were near.

Even as bound as he was, like a coffin bound in chains, lowered into molten steel which is allowed to cool and harden into a solid state, lifted from it's mold and dropped miles into earth before being buried underneath so much stone that naught could ever unearth the slab of metal within which his body laid, he still resonated with sound.

He was but a torch compared to the forest fire his former self was and even his former self was little more than a candle flame compared to what he could of been. Between his old master and his new ones he was taken apart and put back together so many times there was no hope of that now. Had all his wounds remained he'd be more stitches than skin. Were all his wounds strictly physical there wouldn't even be any skin remaining. All he'd had left would be scabs loosely held together with silly string. Needless to say he was sound of neither body or mind.

So, like the smoldering ember of a once mighty flame, his power softly hummed to the tune of singing pebbles.

He momentarily wondered why so many flame allegories had sprung to mind.

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As Philippe looked on towards Babble, scribbling away in her little note book as he laid there. Barely moving under the blanket that covered him stomach to feet. She observed how his face shifted with thought, though over his side the same imposing nurse still stood. Her head not shifting from it's pointed attention at his current spot.

The small girl looked up at the nurse and back towards Babble as she slowly began to stop writing. A queer look passing over her face as she did so. "I'm going to go fetch my father, why don't you make yourself comfortable for the time being." She added as she began to place the pad and pen back into her apron pocket. Fiddling with the other contents before pulling her hand free. "If you need anything, just ask Gia and she will help you with it.. within reason mind you." She gives this small adage with a wry smirk at the edge of her lips. While motioning to the large nurse at his shoulder.

The imposing woman looks down on Babble as if to be more mindful of his position in all of this. While Philippe just moves the tray lightly, in order to make more room for his legs now. "I won't be long, promise." She adds before pulling away and out the same door that the last nurse used to arrive.
Leaving the two of them alone for the time being.

Akhira

Purna looked partially over her shoulder as she was done applying the paper to the other woman's back. "Actaully it's a stencil and I use this to get the foundation of the piece done." Reaching down towards her left side, a new items is produced. It looked like a very thin pipe with a flattened end, that looked almost like a finely crafted bit of reed at the tip, several other small notches were used to hold the took as it was was lined up with the sitting woman's back and Purna slowly began.

The teeth of the instrument were used to dig into the woman's skin, revealing to Akhira that it's tip was also covered in some kind of dark blue ink.

Purna began to work, the stencil she placed down didn't move at all and she was more than capable of keeping her movements flawless as she worked. The instruments teeth dug in and pulled back, leaving behind a well lined frame of ink as she worked. This frame of short moments gave Akhira enough time to examine the whole ordeal more closely.
Purna' partner was not fully resistant to the treatment she was receiving, but the multitude of other work she had done was impressive to say the least. It all had one singular theme of flowers, as the whole of her back was actually starting to look more like a cornucopia of plants, the more Akhira looked at it. Though the more she looked the more other aspects of the women drew her attention, like the fact that her shoulders drew up into a more scaled type of flesh the higher on her arm Akhira' site traveled and that after thinking her head was shaven clean. It turned out that she was actually bald, with several small lines of scales framing her scalp.

"Still hiding from the guards I guess?" She asked bluntly.
Refraining from turning her head towards Akhira, possible because of the work that currently demanded her attention.

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"I'm going to go fetch my father, why don't you make yourself comfortable for the time being. If you need anything, just ask Gia and she will help you with it.. within reason mind you."

My goodness, Comfort? Reason? Might as well start a checklist of things Babble lacks with that. He figured. The tall nurse was indeed tall, especially towards people laying down.

And like that the other nurse left. He'd of been curious as to where she was going but once out of the room the walls certainly kept noise from traveling too far afield. So it was he was alone. Well alright he wasn't strictly alone but if the tall silent nurse counted as company then coat hangers counted as valid choices for prom dates as far as he was concerned. From all appearances her only roll was to keep him from straying from his bed, a task he figured a suitably heavy pencil could handle.

As such he didn't really have anyone left to talk to. Then again, when did that stop him?

"The traveler did venture over yonder
Across hills and through forests he'd wander
Such a question that he'd never ponder
Were it better to stay or to roam free.

Many folk saw his trek a squander
For him no other life was fonder
When all was seen he'd go beyond'er
So he set his sails for the red sea."

The crusty voice of a sailor who served upon his slave vessel repeated this often passed around sea poem, the voice speaking from where once Phillide stood. He listened along, his strange smile ever stranger as he conjured the words back to him. It struck him as funny that such a soul who'd write such poems was himself bound by service to the ship, not by love but by need for funds. Were they not needful of necessities would they still be ferrying half-dead psychopaths across stormy waters?

An amusing thought to dwell on it certainly was.

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The last she could see of Kenner before the guard closed the door behind them was his back. Pouring a small glass of whine for himself, though she caught a look from him over his shoulder. The same warm smile he had given her before and then the door was closed. The guards emotionless mask replacing what she had seen before. Though that wasn't to say that the guards put off an air of ominous emotion. They seemed to be rather respectful to her despite her position, however if that was simply the fact of who she was currently walking with. Only remained as speculation for the time being.

After the second archway Selakir could tell more than she could make of the outside of this woman. She walked with a strange gate in her step, almost as if she had been hobbled in some fashion and her grip was stone hard. Probably having something to do with how weak she seemed be, because she was leaning into the young elf's side to keep her balance.

Her head turned to look at Selakir, the light of the lamps gleaming off of the polished surfaces of her mask. Her eyes could just be made out from behind the tinted glass. Turning in tune with her movements. "Punishment..." She added as if to question the meaning of Selakir's own question in turn."Why, do you intend on getting in trouble anytime soon?" She asked with a chuckle in the back of her voice. The metallic grill on the front of her mask, chiming with the tune of her laugh.

Selakir could take in as they walked, just how much of this woman was covered by her weird dress. It was sewn to be tight and concealing al around her form. Ending with gloves that snugly fit around each finger, in which she could tell through the fabric that Alia' hands were nearly bone thin. The woman returned as she looked over the elf. "He has never punished anyone for as long as I've known him and the only one I know to actually handle such things is his second.. Chlorra. It's going to be her that deals in such things and I'm sorry to say that she is not the kind to spare punishments of any sort." She looks forward just as the two walk into the lift at the end of the corridor and the attendant from before closes the grated door, before sending the lift down at the request of Alia.

"I cannot hold it against her though, as we're all slaves to our nature after all." She adds with a content sigh as the lift clicks past another floor.

Selakir could see that the back of Alia' dress, if that is what one could call it. Was bound in the back and extended from where her hair was at, all the way down to the base of her spine and in fact. It looked as through the outfit was incredibly tight upon the woman's frame. As she could make out a surprising amount of detail in her back through the dark, leather like fabric.

Akhira

Purna looked on across her arm as she worked. Seeing the display that the dragoness was putting on for her and several of the others. "That explains more than a few things at this point." She added. Though the banter was cut short as Akhira' band began to heat up once again and she could feel herself becoming less, than what she was. Which was a strange feeling, as it felt as though a well within her that she didn't even know about was being tampered with. The water being emptied without her approval to any contrary. "I should say that I'm surprised to see one such as yourself, but this is Raven home and you'll quickly find that there are many wondrous things here. Though I think we can give your assumption a try, if you ever have the inclination."

Purna returned to her work, a task that she greatly excelled at apparantly. As it could already be seen that she was over halfway done with laying down the groundwork for this piece she was currently working on. "Also; You may want to refrain from that in the future. Especially seeing as you're currently in hiding from the guards, as that will only serve to draw their attention. Because I doubt the master gave you full leave to wield such power without restraint." She began to stitch down the center of the original piece and framed the rest of its sides.

Several of the other members of the house began to talk amongst themselves again and slowly returned to their own business.
Purna still remained stuck into her work, even as she turned the tip of her tool to get within the edge of the piece. Earning a drawn hiss through the teeth of the woman she was working on. After witch she takes a clean, damp cloth and wipes down the image to clear away some of the excess ink. "Worse yet, that could lead to someone else finding you instead and many of the people on this floor don't have a easy time with someone like her around." She cleans her tool and starts again, only this time with a new ink color.

Babble

The nurse peered down over Babbles form as if to wait for an answer and it was that same silence that continued for some time. Until his vision caught her in the moment that he decided to look away. Holding a glass of water not far from his face as if to offer it. With no idea of where she could have acquired it from in the first place.

The glass was nudged forward slightly as if to emphasis the offering.

It was easy enough to tell now that she was incapable of talking, or she was not actually interested in ever doing so, in the very least. The glass was there, hung in front of Babbles face by only several inches of distance. It's contents unshaking, her arm steady and straight. With no indication that any movement had been take and despite the amount of noise this one room in the house contained. It was a sure thing that the silence between the two of them was far more palpable than most other instances that could be undertaken.

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Babble

Silent silence silently. The tall nurse offered the short patient a glass of water.

Drawn from odd chanteys by the urging of the tall woman who remained still, glass of water in hand, he looked down, which is to say he looked up, at the glass vessel. With his focus drawn to it the water inside began to tremble. Small ripples emanated from the center of the pool, small waves rolling in an expanding ring towards the sides of the glass. Able to keep the water from churning violently he sustained the pattern, slowly putting a slight spin on the ripples as a dimple started to form in the center of the water.

Swirling up upon the sides the water spun faster and faster, a whirlpool forming in the center. Soon there was a clear hole right down the center with all the fluid riding the sides of the glass, not a single drop spilling out over the rim. The glass itself was perfectly still, the weight of the turning fluids distributed evenly against the sides so as keep it from shaking from the g-forces.

He simply watched the water dance to his unheard song, the wavelengths well below the level where sound is still audible to the human ear. He didn't often have opportunities to practice his music so it was a welcome diversion from the suffering that was just life for a creature called Babble.

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Purna smirked with Akhira's movements, still working at her art. "There is no real need to be worried. She is just as locked to the rules as the rest of us and if you were to get comfortable here. You'd find that the rules are there for your own benefit in most cases." The scaled woman gave a slight hiss as Purna began to move her needle across the rear of the arm. Apparently a tender bit of flesh was to be found there.

She glances back over at Akhira for a moment, as if to examine her slightly. "The ribbon you wear is a sign of your station here, just like everyone else's and given what you've been donned with. Given enough time, you'll be allowed to leave on trips that usually dignitaries are only sent on. Even being allowed to leave of your own accord, so long as you come back to check in from time to time." She slows her work after that and even places her tools back on the stool next to her.

"It's really not that bad." She says as she begins to wash the excess ink from her hands. "You could be much worse off at the very least. I'd for one never want to be just a maid, or a servant. Though I make no assumption that their lives are worse than mine." She switches the needles on her tool and begins to bathe them in ink all over again.

"If you really want to see how bad it could be. I would suggest taking a look at those poor souls downstairs before making such brash decisions."

Babble

Gia looked down at Babble, not paying much heed to the glass in her hand. With the water inside swirling around for some time. Like it was just a solemn moment that happened in an everyday event.
Gia tilted the glass forward slightly, dripping several droplets upon his cheek to see if he would take interest.

The water slows in it's spinning and the glass eventually gets sat down next to his side. Where it was before all of this began. The maid begins to reach forward, going for his shoulders. Only for a voice to call out from beyond the food of the bed.

"That would be enough Gia." It was Anton. Staring down the bed at Babble, his eyes leering past Gia in all matters.

"Babble I presume... do you have anything to add aside from playing with one of my orderlies?"

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Water drops. Like rain drops in a way. Also kind of like blood drops. They all fell in a pitter-patter, ran in trails and spilt over the cup's rim be it the cup of glass, cup of sky or cup of flesh. Today's cup was of glass but who knew what the future held. It wasn't particularly hard to guess though. Rain, water and blood all flowed readily here. That much he was certain.

Such thoughts of blood were what occupied Babble's mind as the cool sensation of fluid sat upon his face. Beads most resonant sitting atop the ever moving mask of blood flush skin fastened tight by the muscles which groaned and pulled. Ever so slightly audible the sound of such red fluid being pushed through the arteries could be heard alongside the distant pulling of muscle tissue.

He watched the nurse move towards him only to be halted by the voice coming down the hall. The voice of an older man, one of a certain confidence regarding his own instruction. Perhaps the tone of a scholarly sort, probably in a medical field though whether magic was involved was not made readily known by the sound itself.

"Babble I presume... do you have anything to add aside from playing with one of my orderlies?"

"Oh, we've never been good at math. Adding, subtracting, multiplying, dividing. This wretched shell couldn't even operate an abacus without getting his head stuck in the rows." The true voice of the doctor spoke back to it's owner. Babble nodded in agreement with it's assessment of him or rather his detached assessment of himself.

"If the worthless bag of bones may be so presumptuous he would suspect you to be a, hmm... Doctor? Doctor, yes, hmmm... Dooctoorr. Hmhmhmhm. A doooctooorrr... Yes?"