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Luna Marquise Grimm

She is a common demon with a little something extra.....

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a character in “The Gilded Cage - Slaves in need”, as played by LunaGrimm888

Description

Physical Description- She has snow white air and red eyes in a simple but innocent looking face. Generally sporting a stern look and is medium height but a bit on the chubbier side.

Personality- Most would describe her as very calm. She doesn't make friends often (even though she wants to), and is not above kicking people out of her life when she sees fit. This causes most to call her cruel and heartless but she sees herself as just efficient in getting what she wants. However, when she does find someone that she deems worthy she becomes extremely protective of them to the point that it is almost stalkerish, but she can't help it, it's her constant turmoil.

Equipment and abilities- She excels in elemental magic so she can be seen having her head in a book whenever she has some free time from work. When she does not have her magic to help her out you can be sure that she has her whip somewhere on her. It is make of black pony leather with a sharp sapphire at the end of its tip. The rope itself is about about ten feet long but can grow bigger with a simple command.

Historical background- Her mother, Lena, was considered a highly ranked military officer and her father was a promising politician. Luna was young and life back then was good, but this soon was shattered. At age three her mother started to notice some pretty strange things about Luna so she took her to the best hospital in the city and a required blood test revealed that Luna was half human. The truth of her mother's adultery quickly spread and eventually the council took notice of the gossip and brought her and Lena in for questioning and soon confirmed what they had feared. Her father immediately left the family and the kingdom out of embarrassment and her mother was stripped of all her military titles, making her bitter and angry for the rest of Luna's teen years up until she finally became fed up and left home at age 16. Ever since she could remember she had always loved learning about magic but her parents looked down upon it but now that she wa finally free she decided to continue the art by traveling the world and learning from all the greatest minds in magic. This travel eventually led her to the land of Amesha, where she was promised all the best schooling in the art of magic is se worked as a slave for a particular guild for one year, and thus begins her current position- as a slave for the Raven Home bearing a black ribbon.

So begins...

Luna Marquise Grimm's Story

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Babble

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

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


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

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


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

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

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


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

"You know what I am."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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

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Babble

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

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

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


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

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


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

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

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

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Luna was quite pleased with herself as she watched the strange boy, but that soon ended when the mumbling her stopped and the words "close your eyes" echoed throughout the air mere seconds before a searing heat enveloped her. It took only seconds for the heat to become akin to the heat she commonly felt in the demon ruled, but as time went on the temperature began to rise and rise until even she could not stand it much longer; this was the moment when she decided to tempt fate and look upon the source of this great power, only to be shocked by the sight of her own flesh burning from her body like the paper from the cigarettes her mother would consume at the end of the day. However her shock was multiplied as she laid eyes upon what was beneath the pale flesh, but before she could try and look further the heat suddenly vanished....along with The Man. It didn't take much to understand that he had been the origin of the heat, and somewhere deep in the corners of her mind....Luna envied him and his power, it was the power she was constantly seeking throughout her life. It was her main reason for being here in the first place, but she doubted anyone really knew that. Most were here against their will, or here simply to serve others.

Looking back she turned her head towards the spider boy Azai, and covered up her burns with her sleeves, then immediately noticed the strange new pattern of his armband and hated to admit that she felt a little sad at the sight of it. For now she was one of the only ones of her group to bear the black ribbon, meaning that the chances of coming to some sort of "arrangement" with him were second to none. Luna sighed and stood up straight to look out as the first rays of sunlight began to appear on the horizon; it was hard to believe that this was only her FIRST night in the place considering how much had already gone on. At this moment the universe decided to surprise her with yet another eventful situation, with the sound of a monstrous roar somewhere outside of the castle walls. "Now WHAT!" She shook her head and pinched the bridge of her nose "If there was ever a time to have a glass of blood, now would be it." She sighed again and walked to the other edge of the strange garden in hopes being able to detect other information, and the new position didn't disappoint. "It's....a dragon?!" This was the tip of the iceberg; she hadn't heard the roar of a dragon since she had been a child walking past their training grounds of her school each and everyday, gasping in wonder as the soldiers of the demon world changed into their dragons forms and took to the skies in a show of what she felt was complete freedom. Oh how she wished to be among them, but sadly fate wrote her story a different way.

With newfound excitement she raced off past the guards and the Azai to the elevator in hopes of being able to track down and admire the magnificent creature the way she would when she had been a child. However yet another problem smacked her dead in the face...."How in the hell do you work these things?" She said as she fiddled with every button she could see, but still not being able to get the damn doors open. Sheepishly she turned to Azai and filled with the hem of her skirt. "Do you know how to get the elevator working?" She said quietly as an embarrassed blush invaded her cheeks.

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The young girl looked on at Safiya as she moved closer off the edge of the bed and smiled. "Oh you would be just fine for such a task, so pretty and well spoken.. albeit softly and somewhat timid." She steps past Safiya for a moment as she straightens the hem of her dress and looks at the light pouring in from the artificial window. Swaying in place as she hums along with her hands, dancing on the dresses edge. "Besides, he has only a few at a time that he.. deems, worthy of being dignitaries and they usually spend their time here at social functions. Or they are sent abroad to speak with those influential enough to help Raven Home succeed in this day and age. Procuring resources that the current regime attempt to keep from us and continue failing at in kind." She looks back at the kneeling woman and smiles while holding out her small, supple hand.

"Would you like to see my section of the house? It would be nice to have a fresh set of eyes there after so long, seeing as I don't have any new students. The company would be well appreciated."




As Luna stood in the elevator with Azai, the figure of a guard came waltzing down the hallway with Babble in tow under a light arm. A slow and ponderous step as atoned to the size of the guard in question as they breached the opening of the lift, joining the two as Luna looked to fumble with the strange controls. "I would suggest learning by example, before just pressing buttons little miss." A surprisingly feminine voice echoed from behind the armored face plate as it became more obvious, thanks to the form of the armor. That this was in deed a woman before them, despite standing nearly two heads taller then the two of them.

Thanks to the plume jutting from the rear of her headgear, it was easy to tell that she held some position within the guard. However without any real insight, the two could not really discern what position that was. However in time that may as well change as all things.

She held out a silvery gloved hand and pointed towards several of the rows of buttons as she explained. "The two left rows are for the upper house and the two left rows are for the lower levels." As indicated by the numbers on face of each button, along with a strange symbol that sat at the bass of each as well. "Your rooms are on the first floor, along with the foyer and main access. Just press the needed floor and then pull the lever." As she did this the lift shunted to life slightly as it began to descend down the spine of the house.

It didn't take long for Azai and Luna to realize that unlike the ride before with Kenner, the lift was taking longer and they both could not recall him pressing any of the buttons in question. The guard on the other hand was still and silent with Babble in hand, keeping one hand under his arm and the other set on her hip. As the gentle sway of the lift caused the metal of her scabbard to jingle against the guard of her thigh. "You should feel honored.." The guard added strangely "The master usually doesn't take such a personal interest in recent arrivals." She stops for a moment as something seems to catch her attention, like a dog listening for a far away noise and she slowly returns her attention to Luna."I see, we have a dragon in the house. Oh well, it was only a matter of time before we got another. Maybe this one will have a better temperament from the start."




The moment moved in nearly a paused time as Akhira arched her posture to come down on Chlorra. Her dragonic eyes could see the same expression of a smile on the edges of the face that looked up on her through masked eyes.

Aemon was quick to reach forward and wrap his arm around Nadiya's waist "I believe this is between them my dear." He sharply pulls her back as a section of the ceiling begins to crumble away under the young dragons movements and tucks her back towards the other side of the fountain.

Akhira comes down with intent as the masked woman stands her ground, neglecting to even show a response to being charged. However when the young dragon claws her way within several feet of Chlorra, a hand is brought up to stop her. One hand is all it takes and Akhira can feel something change heavily in the air, her body hitting something solid and forming. Like being submerged in a frozen lake and as she looked on, she could see the form of the masked woman giving off a thick layer of black smoke. With an outstretched hand pointed firmly at Akhira's snout, as if to issue a deep command.

Chlorra looks on at the Dragon as she withdraws the hand, shaking her head slowly. "Come now, you honestly didn't think it would be that easy. Maybe if you were a few centuries older, this might actually require effort." It was a vastly alien feeling for Akhira, held in place and constricted more so then she had ever been before. Even now, she could feel the edges of whatever was holding her tightening and pulling her scales tight. Even her muscles were beginning to creek and groan under the forced presented unto her.

The masked woman slowly tips closer into Akhira's space as she runs a hand along the dragons scales "You are such a beautiful specimen of your kind, such a pretty shade of blue." The guards remain lax as they sidle back, obviously aware of just how Chlorra might handle things. The fact that they remained as still till this point, only to avoid being crushed is a testament to what they may know. Chlorra looks on at Akhira for a moment as she brushes a hand across her chin in contemplation. "Your biology isn't that much different from the others I know.. how best to teach you a lesson?" As she runs her hand over the front of Akhira's neck, the young dragon feels something pierce her scales and slowly begin to dig in. A squirming, serpentine feeling, as if a large snake were carving its way through her flesh.

The feeling begins to slow however as Chlorra's head leans over and she sighs out with a low tone "Aww.. too bad, it seems our fun must come to a stop now." Before the young dragon can question what her meaning was, the room begins to shake and a deep glowing hue starts to shine through every inch of brick and mortar within the room. Chlorra quickly withdrew her hand from Akhira's neck and with it the digging sensation ceased.

As if by unison, all of the guards covered their faces with a spread palm and even Aemon was quick to shield the eyes of himself and his young charge. The room erupted with a vastly, overpowering light and even with her own powers of sight. It was hard for Akhira to stare directly into what was happening, as if the sun had been placed firmly on her nose. All she could make out was the outline of a man, standing on the edge of the fountain. Water all but frozen in the air as he looked upon the sight before himself. "I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised with how things progressed."

"Should I Chlorra?"
To which the masked woman only shrugs her shoulders.

Kenner steps off the edge of the fountain as the light quickly fades from the room and like that, Akhira is dropped from her hold. Letting her weight fall slack onto the floor. Kenner approaches slowly as he looks the young dragon over, drawing a hand back to brush hair away from his face. "Damn second rate bindings.." He curses under his voice as he looks into the eyes of the dragon before him. "Still young and yet so driven, you should realize when its not advantageous to have such an outburst."


"I am Kenner and I am the master of this house."
As Akhira rights herself, she can already see something is vastly off about the man before. Her senses are screaming at her, telling her to tread carefully. Not like the revulsion she experienced when Chlorra touched her, but this feeling tells her that Kenner is something incredibly primal. Even when compared to one of her own kind.

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Babble

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

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

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


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

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


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

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

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

His mouth never moved save only to smile.

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Back in the elevator Luna looked up with newfound interest as the apparent female guard spoke of the dragon, and the possibility of their being another one around. She was just about to ask more on this subject when the entire room filled with a strange laughter that sounded oddly like her own and many others. Her eyes surveyed the room until they finally landed on the strange boy she had been looking at a while back in the garden, the same one that had used her voice to speak. "Well what has you so happy?" It was easy to tell seeing as how he was using their voices to laugh and the mouth of the boy looked like it was smiling, a creepy expression to be seeing on him no doubt. With a sigh she turned back to face the guard in order to ask her next question. "You said it was only a matter of time before you got another one. Does that mean there are more dragon's around raven home? Do you know where they might be?"

The excitement of seeing a dragon raced through her as fond memories flooded in and she was almost about to indulge in her memories before an ingenious idea popped from her head like Athena from Zeus. Noting the commotion going outside, it was very likely that The Man, along with his eerie assistant were busy taking care of the new dragon. This meant she would be able to explore anywhere she pleased, namely, the library, which she now knew the location of since finding it last night. With the smallest of smirks she she cleared her throat and turned back to the guard. "Actually nevermind. It's been a busy night so I think I will retire for my rooms until the......master...needs me." She internally recoiled at the sound of the hideous word falling from her lips but knew that she had to play the part if she wanted to do her work without anyone really paying attention to her.

When the doors finally stopped and opened up on her level, she walked out, gave a bow and returned to her room with no questions asked. Only when her ears picked up on the sound of the elevator working again did she slowly open her door, peek outside, and slip out of her room to her next destination with a confident and steady stride, only pausing when she came across a when a particularly sweet song touched her ears as she was passing a silver door with feathered designs laid across it. Her head turned and instantly the smell of youth filled her brain, but the moment was short lived when a guard came up to her to ask what business she had on this floor. "None sir. The...master simple asked for me to retrieve a book for him from the library. Good day." Her head bowed and off she was, careful not to think but to take note of the hidden room with the sweet song arousing her senses

A few moments passed by with no further interruptions, and she soon found herself faced with the imposing doors of the library. "Well let's see what we can find in here." She said aloud as she swung the door open with a tad bit of strain and immersed herself in the vast array of books. But instead of just picking up the first one she saw, her mind guided her towards a silver haired woman at the front of the room, standing in complete silence with a forlorn look on her face. "hi, can you point me in the direction of the books on the history of Raven home please?" The woman nodded and pointed to the tenth old oak wood book shelf to the left. Luna gave her a smile and was soon in the middle of the shelf, casually looking over the different titles ranging from 'How are Warriors came to be" to "How farming changed Raven Home', until finally she came across a particularly thick read titled 'A complete History of Raven Home'. With another sigh she opened its ancient looking pages and sat down cross legged to begin her silent journey to learn more about Raven home.

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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




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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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Steady eyes paused in their reading to look up at the woman, instantly a foul taste began to coat the insides of her mouth, and the inside of her body felt jittery with unbridled anger bubbling inside. Luna had to admit that some form of respect lay deep inside her for that hard, cold, and calculating exterior of a woman, but something else made her feel slightly........hungry. At the moment she decided not to answer the question given to her, but instead to relay one of her own that had popped inside her head the moment the conversation began.

"What can I say. I'm a curios cat, but it hasn't killed me yet. However, what is killing me is the need to know why the master's lapdog is up here in a room full of pages and ink, conversing with a lowly creature such as myself. Shouldn't you be wrapping presents, oh, I mean slaves somewhere in the front of the castle? Or did he give his little toy time to play around?" She said with an air of humor, for inside her mind she laughed at the sight of an all powerful female such as this bending over backwards for the very essence of arrogance in flesh.

Her pale arms picked up the book and laid it back it it's place with gentle grace as her eyes raced across the tittles of dozens of other writings, determined to not let this new player knock her guard of it's hinges. Just when she was beginning to find no hope, the look of a mysterious leather bound folder caught her eye. It was tucked away among larger, prettier bound reads with boring titles and fancy lettering and images....but this one.....with the utmost simplicity...whispered to her, in a sultry voice it called for her to reach for it and allow the words to sneak her off to an ancient world she had no business filling her head with. A single bead of sweat dripped from her forehead and landed on the ground, her heightened senses making it seem like a bomb had just landed in the small quarters between the rich shelves.

With a yawn she tried to carelessly reach for the folder without seeming too excited. She couldn't forget about the presence sitting only feet away from her, probably watching every movement her muscles made. Shit. She could probably already sense her excitement, but so what? This would be a good a time as every to collect the book and quickly retire to her rooms (after a meal of coarse), but then that might mean an opportunity lost. gahhhh. what to do, what to do.

Her mind eventually became made up, and she slowly walked to a nearby table past the woman, and took a seat, then signaled an invitation for her new apparent "guest".

'I can tell you are the definition of 'vile', but something inside me wants more of you' She thought to herself with a somber look.

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

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

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




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

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

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

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




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

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




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

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

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The darkness eventually faded away as the masked woman slip through the floors to goodness knows where. "The......archives?" Shit!, of course they would never put anything of true value on display for just anyone to see, they would hide it away somewhere. "Somewhere where only a few personal are allowed.....hmmm" It was a bit of a stretch but she had to try it out anyways and so with a hushed swiftness she grabbed the intriguing book from before and headed out of the library. Looking out the window she noted that it was the perfect moment for pulling off her deeds, the sun was beginning to sink at early evening was beginning to set it, making it easy to explain where she was roaming around the castle until she finally came upon her prey, the door from which the softest music came from; the music of young voices.

Instantly she felt her hunger surge to new heights as she detected every scent and breath from every living souk inside, taunting and teasing her ever since her measly meal the previous morning, but she wasn't stupid, despite how everyone here made her feel, no she had taken precautionary measures and has herself a slight "snack" from before. And judging from the way her new guard armor felt, it seems she chose just the right one too, though a little on the bony side but still enough to sedate her just a tad. With a clear of her throat she knocked on the door three times and enunciated the precise word she had seen so many others do right before they entered the room, and to her luck she heard a lazy "Come in" come back to her.

With a slow flick of her wrist she pushed the door open, stepped inside, and close the door from behind.

( one hour later)

" huff, huff, huff" My chest burns and my bones feel like they are about to break any second, and to my shock a few of them do. My elbows protrude from my forearms like jagged knifes, and my fingers contort and shrink into themselves painfully, increasing the panic that it setting in. This wasn't the plan this wasn't the plan! I lost it all and went wild, all around is nothing but carnage as blood and guts are thrown about the place like clothes of a mortal teenage girl! "shit....." I washed the blood and flesh from myself some ten minutes ago, but that doesn't explain how I am supposed to tell them how I just happen upo-.....no. That is exactly what I will do, yes yes. I steady myself and scurry from the room, making sure that no one sees me as i briskly walk back down the hallway before turning back again. This time however I slow my pass, and pretend to sniff around as if I sense a strange smell and to my great luck another guard waltzes down the corridor along beside me as we are still many feet from the room entrance. before I can utter a word he turns to me and says "Hey you smell that? like ...cooked spoiled tomatoes hahaha"

We pass the room and I point out how the door is practically wide open. "Good eye on ya...probably where the smell is too. I'll check it out, hold on" He absentmindedly walks further towards the door and stops in his tracks as he looks inside, his eyes wide and his mouth gaping as he looks on mortified, and soon enough the tell-tale scream erupts from inside. Playing the part I run over to him, peer inside with a honest cringe and scream as well as I back up into the wall on the other side of the hall. Doors from far down the hall get flung open as people rush in to see what the problem is, along with more guards.

Seeing my chance I run over to a higher-ranked guard and rush into them, looking mortified. "There has been a murder! I need to get to the lower levels to make sure none of....them...got out and did it" She agrees with me and points me on my way as she rushes over to try and calm the people down and revive the fainted male guard. With an inside smirk I jog off in search of the archives, past tens of guards all rushing in the opposite direction.
"Damn I should have made her take me there. Eh oh well."

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Seth

Aemon smiled slightly as he began to finish up with Seth's injuries and placed his towel in the bowl. "Its alright, though I am not much of a healer, I am quite the alchemist and we have many items here that can fix even the direst of wounds" He examines Seth's arms and legs to make sure that he is in good shape, despite the recent injuries though. It seems that he is in rather good shape, baring some slight malnutrition. "During the years that followed after the Crown was taken over by the change of its government, there was plenty of damning to be had in the city. For all its pristine towers and marble homes, hundreds of slaves were put to death daily.. only because the ruling body saw no reason to keep them alive. If only his highness were still alive.. he was such a good and fare king, one who respected the wishes and choices of others only to intervene when the law had been severely broken." A sad look crosses Aemon's face for a moment before he mentally dismisses the thoughts that were coming over him and returns to caring for his new charge. "Well enough of that, I suggest getting you something from the kitchen. Seeing as I highly doubt they paid you much attention in that area and seeing as I skipped dinner as well.. heh."



Petra

Stern laughed for a small moment as Petra mentioned the fact that slavery was illegal, to which he nodded. "Yes for the most part it is illegal in Amesha, however since Raven Home occupies a font of land that was not originally part of the kingdom and there was no successful land grab to take it from its current owner. We can do as we wish beyond the purview of the current government." It was at this time that Petra noticed that despite the fact his helmet kept his face exposed, he was not without the mask as it was currently slung on the back of his hip and resting against the sheath of his sword. His whole suit was made to differentiate himself from the wrest of the other guards, but that was not without its own indulgences. His sword and sidearm were both of a different make from the others and there were additions that for her, had a questionable function from her own standpoint. However it was apparent that there was a strong magical nature about his armor and even something about him that was only a faint whisper of magic itself. It was then that Stern sidled off with Petra, standing parallel with her and spoke.

"I must ask if you understand what is really happening" Petra could see now strangely, that in this light and without his helmet. Stern's hair and emerald eyes gave him a vastly effeminate look compared to what he looked before with the armor on. It wasn't helping that his eyelashes were rather on the long side as well.

"You are not here to be a worker.. we had to purchase you as if we were purchasing a prospective slave. In any other case had the law come looking for you, they would be able to take you. But now since you belong to the house they are pretty much shit out of luck." He says with a wry smirk on his face, pursing his lips. Only compounding his now female like appearance even more. But a place will need to be found for you and only the master has the power to do so.. I suggest finding you a room and some food.. if your hungry that is?"



Babble

Chlorra passes around Babble letting him speak and sputter on, though it wasn't wearing on her. She could see how other in the house might find the prospect of someone speaking with their voice a problamatic experience. She waves her hand for a moment as he mentions killing as a possible form of punishment, if only to get his attnetion. "No my little spastic friend.. its not nearly like that. You see Kenner is somewhat appalled by the notion of killing off members of our rather extensive family. Though that does not make punishments unheard of hear in this house and for one such as yourself, I feel something specific should be in order." She reaches out and takes his right arm in hand, holding out the other as she presses an extended finger against the young elemental's arm. Within that moment Babble could feel a crawling sensation on his skin and had to watch as the woman's grip kept him secured rather well. A thin stream of fabric formed around his arm, that he could recognize was the same as the two slaves from before had been donned with. She held him as she knelt before him as he sat on the bed and gazed directly at him, the eyes of her mask being eerily fixed as they were.

Had tomorrow come without incident, Kenner would have explained something to all of you.. that this band is not just capable of keeping you bound to the house, but it is also our means of punishment in some cases." Chlorra reaches out and takes a nail, nearly tracing it over the surface of the ribbon and at that instance Babble could feel something wrong occurring to himself. "Slaves are not permitted to use their powers within the house to the detriment or mistreatment of others." Despite a lack of a better pun, Babble could not place his finger on it. Whatever was happening to him was like being placed in a box that was sealed from the outside world. He could feel himself losing sight of the world around him and the world was shrinking a vastly increasing pace. Eventually his detection of the world was shrunk to roughly the size of the room he and Chlorra inhabited. Only for the reduction to stop as she removed the afflicting nail from his arm.

She stood and sighed, causing a strange puff of black mist to emanate from the slit of her mask. "Until you are willing to grow yourself, your powers are going to be shunted and your vision limited. Also just so you know the ribbon cannot be removed, even if you're arm were to be cut off. It would only appear somewhere else on the body." Chlorra looked off into empty air for a moment before letting out a soft hum. "Tomorrow you will be brought along with the others for a little meeting.. until then, I suggest you get some rest. I must go and deal with another unfortunate problem.." She barely gives Babble a moment to respond as she shifts into the floor next to his feet.



Akhira

Kenner smiles as Akhira speaks back to Faust, obviously finding her words funny and Faust was quick to do the same as he steps forward. It was a deep thunderous laugh that could shake dust from the earth and he stopped to pat her on the head. "Aww.. its okay to be a little upset, but you must understand your luck. In other parts of the country we are cut up for everything that makes us special from the rest of the world." Kenner joins in the fun by raising his fingers up to Akhira's ear and snipping with his fingers, making the noise with his mouth. "Ten crowns right there and then twenty for the eyes." He stops slowly as some form of realization is overtaking his face, shifting his expression as his attention shifts more and Faust is forced to question the look on his face. "Something the matter Kenner?"

A nod quickly follows as he looks back at Faust "Yes, unfortunately.. a guard was just found dead on the upper floors." Faust draws in a hiss through his teeth to exclaim the possibilities of that being problematic. "Let me guess.. one of the new arrivals?" He places a hand on his hip as he looks back at Kenner. "Go ahead then, I will watch after her for a few minutes while you settle this. An notion that Kenner was all too familiar with as he nodded and gave Akhira a stern look as if to cement her in the knowledge that she would be spending some more time with Faust. Only for him to walk away and travel through the same doors that the two of them used to enter, with a burst of white light to stream out even before they were able to close completely. Faust crossed his arms as he kept his eyes fixed on the doors "Well.. someone is going to get it tonight, killing another member of the house is a rather severe act. I hope this doesn't end like the last one."



Luna

Luna kept running through several lengths of the hall, the sound of a intermittent bell calling out through the halls of the house. It was an emergency alarm of some sort, with each toll of that bell she could hear. Several more guards would come out to join the search, many joining up into a small group in the cross section ahead of her. This forced her to stop and join in with their number, letting the mask of her stolen suit keep her face a secret. Many were discussing how the search could continue and others were so off put by the event itself, as they were not able to remember the last time this happened.

A female guard in vastly different armor joined them, the red plume of her helmet sticking out in their small crowd. Her arrival was enough to force them all into a small formation, standing at attention as they jostled around to get into position. Luckily Luna was able to keep herself near the back on the group and let herself disappear into obscurity. The ranking guard looked them over as she began to speak. "We have a murderer on the loose and I want every room from the outer wall, all the way to the inner spine to be checked in doubles. They were not spotted so its obvious how they are trying to get past us and I want all other guards to be checked twice as well by the hour. If a guard does not comply with the order, than force is authorized in mass." She looks the group over, though with the heavy metal mask on her face its hard to tell were her attention lay. Not even her eyes were even visible in either case and she continued. "If that fails than I will initiate the second phase." As she mentions this she lifts her left gauntlet, turning a plate at the base of the armors wrist and Luna feels a familiar sensation that becomes hard to place.

This was until she looked past the head guard and saw one of the other servants, a maid of some sort dressed much like the others. However she was gripping her arm in what seemed to be a form of discomfort and Luna could see that her ribbon was glowing a dim white. Only to realize that several of the guards around her were looking back at her in turn and the realization that the sensation was emanating from the ribbon on her arm as its light was shining out cleanly. Not hampered at all by the thickness of the armor and it was an occurrence that was dumbfounding to the rest of the guards around her. That was until a armor hand came bursting through the front line of the group and she was taken by the neck by the head guard. The action nearly shunted her clear of the halls opening as she was almost thrown off her feet. "Got you!" The woman said, as her armored form clashed with Luna's.

A reflex tried to remove the woman's hand from her throat, however Luna was hard pressed to do so. As the her grip was quite strong and the to keep from loosing breath was the most Luna could muster from this vantage.

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Panic and rage surge through Luna's veins as the armored hands of the high ranking guard clasps themselves around her arms and breastplate. With pleas and cries she fights against her captors while trying to think of a way out of her sticky situation.

"Please! You have the wrong idea here. Yes I was trying to escape from here, but I am no killer! I just want freedom, the freedom to feel the sun on my skin whenever I want..the freedom to run for as long as I want!" She makes her voice quiver at this moment to sell herself as the struggling victim before defiantly looking up into the woman's helmet, pretending that she can see the cold woman's eyes. "IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK!" Deep, and jagged breaths follow as she tries to catch her breath from the shout with an angered look. Thankfully the immense heat coming from her arm ribbon gives her just enough pain and annoyance to effectively sell the story tot he crowd as they begin to murmur to each other and relax their shoulders just a tad.

The guards around her step closer to the imposing woman and whisper in her ear, however, Luna can't tell what they are saying, hopefully something in her favor. "I'm not afraid of punishment....if you have to take me to the dungeon for trying to escape then I won't cause trouble about it...." She looks down at the ground as she speaks with a sad but slightly annoyed glare.

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The woman holds tight to Luna's arm as she begins to force the young demon down towards the ground. Only as she began to speak did the guard stop and allow her to speak at the very least, however she still kept her physical oppression on Luna. Making sure that she was not going to be going anywhere for the time being. The whispering guards were unsure of what to do, despite their uniforms, it was obvious that the majority of them were new to the role and vastly unused to what a moral dilemma this situation was causing. One leaded forward and Luna could hear them speak "Sargent, Maybe we should take it easy on her. She could be innocent in all this." She replies quickly by grabbing his head with her free hand and snatching him closer. "Innocent? Than explain how she got her hands on a uniform when slaves aren't even capable of entering the barracks." The guard shrinks away, not emasculated, but otherwise shutdown from the fault in his own opinion.

As the sergeant kept a firm grip on Luna's arm, she could feel a strange sensation overtake her head, like a wind chime had just been struck against her ear and as she heard this the other guards motioned to indicate they felt the same. This was followed by an easily familiar voice. "Sergeant, could you please bring the girl back to the scene. I would like a word with her.. and I do mean you Luna." It was Kenner and Luna could tell that his voice was not internalized, instead it was coming from the helmet on her head. As if he were whispering into her left ear.

The Sergeant hefted Luna from the floor and crowed an arm behind her back to keep her controlled. Pushing to guide her back down the hall towards where the remains were discovered."I guess the master will have words with you then." Luna is pushed down the hall as she could feel the burning sensation in her arm subside and the light began to vanish. Looking over her shoulder confirmed her suspicion that the Sergeant had turned off what ever item she was using.

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Luna grudgingly follows the woman and the rest of armor masked slaves down the corridor and down a flight of stairs. The further down they get, the more putrid the stench of death and sorrow becomes. "Where in the hell are you taking me? If I am going to be executed I would at least like to know before-hand." She says as she tries to cover her nose up just a tad, but to her dismay the female guard only looks at her with disgust before roughly pulling her Luna's arms back and tying them tightly with extremely strong rope, giving her no choice but to take in the full extent of the smell.

Light becomes dimmer and dimmer as the group descends further, until they are walking in nothing but complete darkness and stench, an experience sure to be remembered by the lowly guards who were made to make that descend upon their sergeant's orders. Soon however a surge of light rushes up to meet the weary soldiers, filling them with the barest amount of ease as torchlights begin to provide sight for the rest of the way down. At the bottom of the stairway appears a door; some might expect an elaborate and certainly expensive looking door to greet them for their journey, but the only thing the soldiers have to look upon is a simple, crudely made piece of round wood separating them from whatever is inside.

Fear creeps up on Luna and grasps her firmly by the heart as she begins to quiver and shake, her eyes wide ovals of white with tiny specks of deep blue- the eyes of an animal in fear. In a last ditch attempt she knocks the sergeant to the side of the stone wall with a loud CLING! as the armor breaks and makes a mad dash up the steps, leaping over them almost five at a time. The inexperienced soldiers look to each other in confusion before making feeble attempts up the stairs to try and catch the prisoner as commanded by their sergeant as she recovers from the strong bow. "If she escapes every single one of you will be able to sympathize with a bull....after it's been castrated!"

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Luna

As the guards carried their small prize along the corridor, she began to realize that this was part of the path she took to escape from her own actions before. After leaving the body behind and trading on the armor of a guard, she had found her way up a level without realizing it and in the distance she could see several other guards standing off beside the door of a singular room, situated on the inner corner of the house. The sergeant grabs her by the shoulder and ushers in her through the open path between the guards and then through the door. She is met by the sight of both Kenner and Chlorra, standing over the remains of guard. As whats left of him is scattered throughout the room in a rather mixed fashion. As he turned to look at her, she noticed the sour look on his face, but also the look of reprehension. Almost like he were looking down on a child that had failed to follow the order of having a bed time.

Chlorra on the other hand is occupied with scooting a piece of what seems to be a hand, across the floor in the fashion of a cat flipping a small bug. Using the tip of her heeled shoe to give it motion, only looking over her shoulder for a moment as Kenner acknowledges Luna's arrival.

He looks her over as the image of spite begins to build on his face and turns an eye towards the sergeant. "Its alright sergeant, you can leave now.. and send the guards back on their rounds." She barely hesitates in her own response of an astute click of her heels and a nod f her head. Before pulling back through the door, leaving the young half breed with the master of the house and his estranged associate. "You don't even come close to deserving that armor." Kenner extends a finger and points at Luna, issuing a strange feeling of release that she immediately feels around her body and that's when she realizes the armor is falling away. The buckles and clasp unhook, letting the gloves and shin guards fall away. The leather and breastplate nearly turn to ash, slipping away from her body, only to reform and fall against the floor with a resounding clang.

He reaches forward to catch the helmet as it slips off her face in a similar fashion and then cradles the article of armor in his hands as he speaks."You have been found guilty after reviewing the evidence and I hereby decide you be remanded to trial... How do you plead against this verdict?" Running a finger across the brow of the mask for a moment as he looks on at her.

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Her face is as stone cold and unforgiving as she can make it, but deep inside her core is shaking as the armour falls from her body. But a moment of insanity fills her as she gives a deep chuckle at his words of...deserving the armour. Like she would ever be caught wanting to done the same attire as "filthy weak swine". In an instant her eyes widen and sweat begins to form on her brow as she realizes she spoke that last bit of her honest thought aloud. Quickly she coughs to clear her throat and mind before trying to come to a conclusion about how to go about this. In her head she knew the smart thing to do would be to play it safe and admit to her deeds, maybe kiss some ass, take her punishment and deal, but that sounded so.....boring. Where was the rush, the exhilarations of defying what was probably the most powerful being she would ever see in her life?Yes it may mean certain death, but at least she would get off one last time on seeing his beautiful face marred by the signs of displea-wait what!

Luna blinked her eyes a few times as she realized how strangely she was thinking. The thoughts seemed to almost come from someone entirely different and with an accusing glare she looked to the strange woman she had meet in the library. Was she the one planting these in her head? It was possible, but Luna could not shake off the feeling that it felt almost, natural to think like this- like she was....becoming more free and lose. Her head began to feel woozy and the room felt like it was spinning and suddenly she felt a searing pain at the top of her head. It felt like something pushing pounding on the edges of her skull from within, as if her very thoughts were trying to explode from her very brain. An ear shattering scream shot out of her mouth as she dropped to her knees before the pair and rubbed the spots on her head that were hurting the most. But for some reason her hair felt extremely oily and upon further look she saw that her head was in fact bleeding profusely but she did not have much time to feel the full affects of horror as another surge of pain erupted, sending her into a full on crawling position at the foot of the man's feet as she felt something protruding from her head.

They were hard and smooth and thicker than her wrist, and then continued growing from inside her until they reached almost a foot from her head, ending in a sharp point that threatened to take the eye out of the Man as Luna stood back up with a low chuckle- eyeing the Man as she stood to full height, a bloody mess from head to toe. And in a voice, similar to her's but slightly ....off she licked her lips and replied.

"Not ...guilty."