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NPC - Raven Loft

The non player characters of Raven Home.

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

Description

The halls of Raven Home are full of a multitude of creative and destructive individuals. All who follow the word of the house master Kenner and all who have their own ambitions in this life they lead. Some will be added sooner then later and others may only be heard from a scant few times before being sent on their way, but all have a purpose and a necessary part to play in the grand scheme of things.


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Chlorra Ruma'rask:
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Many of the souls in Raven Home know of the mysterious woman who can at many times during the day, be found in the company of Kenner and or carrying out his wishes from time to time. Those that have knowledge of her, know that she is for all intensive purposes, the property of the house master himself. She is vastly powerful by first hand accounts, sometimes displaying powers and abilities that appear metaphysical compared to other beings.

Those that see her, know her by the distinct look of her mask and long black dress.
Those that speak, speculate that it was her training that made her bare the mask and that underneath she is greatly disfigured.

Misha & Masha Balaur'bâr
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Two of the most curious members of Raven house, when they are seen together. It can be said that these siblings are two of the closest living family alive, though alive is a relative term. Many believe that the two are not children at all, despite appearing to be in their early teens and both possess nearly identical features. The pale skin and hair are the same for both of them and it has been noticed that they feed on still living flesh from time to time. Though many within the city believe they are monsters like Kenner and should be watched with caution. The both of them have been present within Raven Home for nearly two centuries now, or that is at least as long as knowledge has been common of them. When seen, Misha will usually be wearing what appears to be a semi Victorian church dress, complete with a bonnet and tied ribbon around the waist. Her brother Masha on the other hand, wears what seems to be a Hungarian boys school uniform. Complete with high socks and flat healed leather shoes. Wearing a silver medallion to clasp both sides of his vest together.

Both of these "children" are the current musical arts tutors within Raven Home and are rather skilled in the use of many instruments.

Aemon Davros
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Aemon is a sad tale that has been known across Amesha for some time now, after loosing his wife and daughter to war. He spent his last decade rummaging across the continent for a reason to live and eventually found his way to Raven Home. Though a doctor by birth and privilege, Aemon never loved what his family had been doing for the last three generations. So in an effort to remove himself from his home life, he joined the imperial army far on the western coast and plied his trade as a man of health to help as much as possibly, while searching for his own path. Not long after he discovered the art of alchemy and along with his new family, the two began to grow exponentially.

Aemon is one of the most down to earth men within Raven Home and has been the most talkative about his work to outsiders, as he is rather outgoing and in general just a good person who means well, despite his current place of occupation. His frequently heads out into the surrounding lands, makes him one of the most regularly seen members of the house and his need for fresh ingredients means he relies heavily on others at most times. Though caution is to be maintained around him, he was a soldier at one time and it is highly unlikely that he travels unarmed.

Aemon is usually dressed like he was back in his militant years, with simple and serviceable attire. Meant both for work and travel on the open roads, though his apothecary bag is one of the most common items he wears. Always hanging off his lower back and never out of arms reach in any given moment.

Captain, Avalon Stern
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A long time veteran of the house and youngest to ever be brought into the ranks of Captain. Stern is a firm and constant reminder of what the world outside can bring to fruition, if tender care and even love is applied. Born into a high ranking family among the crown, Stern is the one of his line that did not wish for the prolific abundance of blue blood to be had in that city. Always at odds with his family over his strange "taste" and the way he kept himself, Stern was quick to find solace in the house of Raven Home when offered a position in its walls. By one of its most longest lived members, after he met them on a routine watch with the city guard. Like many of the higher ranking officers within Raven Home, Stern earned his place through sheer will and show of skill. He is the only member of the guard to be armed with his own weapon, a spiral guarded rapier that was given to him by the one who was his patron.

Despite being overtly human and riddled with his own quarks, not many know that Stern's appearance is a side effect of his patron. Or for the fact that despite being human, Stern is not young in the least and without foreknowledge, one would not know that he is nearing his first century.

Stern stands at six feet flat and possesses a rather lithe frame for his choice of vocation. In fact one can say that his form is overtly feminine and that even his facial features lean heavily in that direction. A fact that has garnered him some strange reputation in the walls of Raven Home, though others would be normally unwilling to voice opinions on this. As his skill and tenacity are two things that can easily put someone in their place.

Anton & Phillipe Russ
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One of the newer members of Raven Home, Anton and his adopted daughter Phillipe were once a very well known name among the merchant district of the capital. A place were Anton plied his talents as a healer and Phillipe, despite her young age proved to be one, if not the best sources of health care in the city. However a vast rift was formed between them and the merchants guild when they began giving more and more of their services to the impoverished of the city, an act that was almost vilified by the several new charters assigned that year. They eventually were forced to leave the city and some even say they were hunted by hired hands from the merchants guild itself.

No one really knows how they came to be in the employ of Master Kenner, but from what can be gathered from hearsay, it is believed that Anton is indebted to Kenner somehow.

Anton is easily discerned by his lite olive skin and silver streaked bangs, while Phillipe on the other hand always wears her chestnut hair in a massive braid. The form of witch easily takes up more than a fraction of her weight.

Agnus Dei
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Agnus comes from a land far across the sea. One where art and expression were the pinnacle of life and the full pursuit of daily living for everyone. All citizens of their country followed one aspect of art in the very least. This made their art and culture one of the most extravagant for celebrating all forms of expression.

Unfortunately this culminated in the entire civilization crumbling under its own weight. After years of reveling in the most artistic forms of expression and personal excess. The people of that land began to fall into deep states of moral depravity and social degradation the likes that have never been seen again. More over the likes that would forever remain unspoken and in some cases forbidden to other higher societies. Agnus's family line were specialized in the art of music and that form of devotion was so strong that it left a lasting mark on her and her siblings. One that was not only mental, but physical in nature and now she spends her days in an especially designed section of the house. Practicing her art and only conversing lightly with other members of the house, save for her teacher and caretakers.

Only on very limited occasions is Agnus going to be found outside her quarters and in more limite moments does she play for anyone outside the house. Though she does have a following among the noble class, no one has ever spoken to her and those that hear here play are left impacted by the experience for some time after.

It is only speculate, but many of those whole dwell on the topic believe that she wears such a concealing attire. Is because of the highly questionable breeding practices that ran rampant in her homeland. Either her physical health has degenerated to a point that she is extremely frail, or her appearance is deformed due to said practices.

Alia Gormma & Peach
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So begins...

NPC - Raven Loft's Story

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Character Portrait: Luna Marquise Grimm Character Portrait: Safiya Isren Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Wyran Lalunis Character Portrait: Azai Laquil Character Portrait: NPC - Raven Loft
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Kenner looked behind himself as Chlorra quickly took his side and stood attentive as he spun to face all of the new members of his house. Azai was quick to snap and spit words of control in his effort to have this moment. However Kenner just looked on and the woman at his side made an effort to stifle another giggle, though the emotionless form of the mask made such a guess difficult. Were it not for her hand being raised at the side of her mouth, it would be easy to say she had no reaction to the situation at all.

It took a moment for Kenner to clear his throat and set himself before he spoke "I welcome the four of you to my humble home and I know it may be strange or it may be cruel the fashion of how you ended up here, but that is of no matter now. Your are now my guest, my charges and for all intensive purposes mine in general." He paces in front of the small group as he says this, motioning blankly with his hands, it was obvious that he had done this more the a few times in the past.

"That is not to say, it will be a bad life here."

"You will be given care, a place to call your own and as much love as I and my compatriots can offer."
He scowls for a moment, making sure to point his eyes at the direction of Azai and scan them across the group. "But.. if you fight, if you hurt one of my family, or if you make it a habit of causing trouble. This house will become far less receptive and far less caring. Kenner is quick to drop the harsh look on his face when he finishes talking and is tapped on the shoulder by him companion. Leaning in she moves close to his ear and speaks to him, though far enough below what the four could here her say and with a quick nod from Kenner she steps away heading down stairs.

Kenner smiles as he watches her go and returns to the group after she disappears from sight. "You may have noticed the ribbons on your arms, those are to determine your path here in Raven Home, however it is not a definite path that your lives will take. There will always be masters, whose taste far exceeds their need in a slave. As a warning, you cannot take the ribbons off and they will even stay on should your remove your clothing. Just forget they exist and you will most likely never notice them, save for days when they are activated and that is something you do not want happening." Kenner proceeds to hold up his hand and face his palm towards the group, giving them a moment to focus as he passes the other hand in front of it slowly. Only for his fingers to catch on what appears to be strands of thread, suspended between his hand and each of the four slaves.

"These bonds are yours now and you share them with every slave that exist within Raven Home, should I require, these can be used to subdue, call and even punish you should the time call for it." The strands vanish from view when he drops his hand and even from reality as it seems there is no evidence of them being there anymore.

Kenner looks the four of them over and gives them a solemn look as he moves closer. "Now, I believe introductions are in order." He gives a quizzical look at them as he speaks, waiting to hear their replies.

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Character Portrait: Babble Character Portrait: NPC - Raven Loft
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The sound of the sea.

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

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

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


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

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

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


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

No one had ever given Babble a feeling of silence.

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

Almost.

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Character Portrait: Luna Marquise Grimm Character Portrait: Safiya Isren Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Wyran Lalunis Character Portrait: Azai Laquil Character Portrait: NPC - Raven Loft
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Upon hearing the request of the others Luna decided to make some of her own. "And can I be directed to the library, please?" In the back of her mind Luna wondered if they would even allow a slave into their place of lear- "growlllll", went her stomach, effectively interrupting her thought process. She scrunched her eyebrows in confusion over why she was so hungry when she had just eaten before she had gotten there only hours before? Her ocean blue eyes widened as realization came to her; this was no ordinary hunger, cheese and bread would not satisfy her, only blood, carnage, and misery. She wrapped her small arms around her waist as her head began to heat up and throb harder and harder, signaling that if she did not partake in flesh she would probably be reduced to her most primal form. Most of her kin would consider this a right of passage, thus celebrating it, but she loathed the idea and bite her lip to try and numb the urge. "Actually, nevermind. Just...point...I'll find." She could barely speak at this moment and desperately needed some place quiet to scream and slam her head against a wall, and the sounds of the laughing children from earlier were not helping in the slightest. The thought of someone catching on to her internal struggle made her stand up straight, look the guard in the eye, and repeat what she said before but with her normal confidence. "And if you have any food for me as well, I would really appreciate it as well."

She turned and again examined the others to see if any of them showed signs of knowledge to her struggles, but thankfully if they did then they did not let on. She let out a mental sigh and continued biting her lip to soothe herself as she waited on the guards answer. If he said yes then maybe she could find a section on demons in the library and read up on how to stop the phrase from happening, or at least postpone it. At this point in time another thought popped into her brain- Why did this place, along with it's master, have such an affect on her? Why did it bring out the very part of her that had gone silent for some many years as a child? These questions infuriated her to no end, causing images of spilt blood from the master's throat to invade her mind.

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

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




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

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


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

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

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




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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Luna Marquise Grimm Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: NPC - Raven Loft
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Luna rolled her eyes at the words that the guard used when stating how she could not access the library because of her current status, but inside she was laughing at the very audacity of it all. Her mind and soul was hell bent on getting to the library as quick as possible and nothing was going to get in her way. With a little chuckle she began to pace the room and did not stop until she heard the scurrying of feet but soon thought nothing of it, that is..until her nose began to smell their blood and meat. Instantly her body shuddered and collapsed to the ground as the need to quench her real hunger multiplied ten-fold. Soon the effects of her hunger took a physical toll on her body as her mental restraint weakened. Slowly she rose from off of ground and examined herself in the mirror and was horrified by what she saw. Her eyes and skin were so red that veins were forming all over here like the map to forever land, and her nails had grown two full inches, along with her teeth. However the worst was yet to come as she noticed two very small, but solid, numbs protruding from the base of her skull. They were so tiny that she probably would have never noticed them if she had not been raking her fingers through her hair in frustration over not being able to satisfy her hunger.

Thankfully (sarcasm), the serving girls chose this particular moment to walk in with what appeared to be a meager meal of meat, vegetables, and bread. One look at her and she knew that they were scared, and the thought made her mentally kick herself in the ass. This was not the path to invisibility that she had been hoping for; if she kept this up then everyone would know her and it would be harder to complete her mission. She sucked in her teeth and nodded her thanks to the serving girls as they left before rushing over to devour the pork and potatoes. It was not exactly the kind of meat she was looking for but it would help to soothe her physical hunger at least.

A great sigh erupted from her as she flopped on the soft bed after licking the plate of all its contents and then some, (she would never admit it, but her mouth accidentally bit off parts of the plate itself in her frenzy for the food.) Now in control of herself again, she used her remaining free time to survey her new lodgings in search of a place to hide her valuables without the master knowing. However it soon became apparent that if she wanted a hiding place for her things then she would need to make one herself, and that seemed entirely too messy, so instead she hopped off the bed and cautiously neared the door. Once there she put her ear to it and stood deathly still so as to hear what was going on outside more clearly; and thankfully she was only met with silence. Smiling, she placed her hand on the door and pushed it open just wide enough for her to slip out with a sound and into the empty halls of the corridor in search of the upper level- her devious smile never leaving her face.

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Babble

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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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



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

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

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



Nadiya Darzi


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

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

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

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

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Luna quietly slipped into her room and into her bed only minutes before the creaking of the door alerted her to the presence of the guard; telling her to come out. She sighed in relief over the fact that she had not been caught sneaking out and promptly left her bed to follow him into the hallway, only to be met with the strong, toned back of that dreaded man again. Honestly, why did he keep popping up, but more importantly, why was the spider fellow here? This must have something to do with us both having the same black ribbon on our arm, but why were they getting to them just now? A small sigh escaped her pale lips as her mind wandered to the sight she saw before entering the great library on one of the upper floors. Honestly she had gotten lost many, many times before and was about to give up altogether when BAM, two tall and imposing oak wood doors with intricate symbols of heroes and spells collided directly with her face as one of them opened up for a small child. She quickly peered inside before the doors closed and gasp at the vast array of books stacked on massive shelves that practically reached twenty-five feet into the air; there were even mechanical ladders zooming up and down to help the elderly retrieve books at even the tallest heights, making them seem like mini elevators. She laughed at the thought and moved to open the door but suddenly thought better of it when she realized out much time she had actually spent finding the place, not to mention the time spent trying to get back too. The absence of her presence was probably about to be noticed, if it wasn't already. Nodding her head she quickly turned around and sped walk a little before changing to an all out sprint to get back to her room without being noticed, and thankfully, succeeded.

She felt the motion of everyone else moving, breaking her out of her recollection, and quickly joined them in the elevator and stood in silence, until she heard the tall man asking if the meal was satisfactory. Her eyes turned into icy slits as her demeanor changed to one of annoyance. "The meal was....a tease." She said remembering how the tender beef oh so resembled actual cooked flesh to her tastebuds. The memory did nothing but add to her annoyance of the man....the man....such an odd thing to call him but she had yet to process what his name was. "Might I ask your name?" She said nonchalantly as she looked at his profile from the corner of her eyes, only to confirm what she already knew; tall, rugged yet delicate, fair. Traits she also noticed in the other black ribbon bearer in the elevator with them. He looked just as annoyed as she was, something she found relief in as she turned to face him. "And might I know your name as well?" She thought it best to gain more knowledge of her surroundings here since the trip to the library was not as productive as she would have liked it to be.

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Hazel eyes glanced cautiously around at her surroundings as the young woman all but tip-toed into the foyer of one Raven Home. Wonder and nervousness surfaced in equal measure upon gazing at her surroundings, each sensation battling for emotional dominance within her subconscious. Nadiya was finally here, and though she thought herself ready- she found herself almost overwhelmed upon the reality of her plan possibly working. This grand home was where she sought to sell herself.

This was her intention though. It was her plan entirely, yet Nadiya felt a growing sense of anxiety. Now that she was actually here, uncertainty and doubt plagued her mind. What if she couldn't get enough? What if they didn't buy slaves anymore? What if her family never received any money? What if they turned her away- deemed her not worth buying? Nadiya hugged herself to ward off a slight chill, gathering what willpower she had to look forward and at least make an attempt to carry out her idea.

Walking forward, she paused only a few steps in when a pair of figures near a fountain caught her eyes. A pretty girl with blue hair, and an notably older man kneeling before her and tending to the young girl in some fashion. Nadiya watched in silence, a small involuntary smile beginning to form as she witnessed the girl skip off merrily after gracing the gentleman's cheek with a kiss- bringing to mind a child and parent. How cute. It made her think of her own family- her sisters and brothers back home. That's right, she had to take care of them, just as her parents took care of her.

Her resolve beginning to return, the young woman was interrupted by the older male's voice, the tanned figure approaching her and his eyes looking almost sorrowful or shamed, though Nadiya dismissed it as her own misinterpretation. Being questioned as to her intentions brought some of the anxiety back to the surface, the woman trying not to sway as she wrung her hands behind her back- a habit of hers when nervousness set in. The man was gentle enough, and his words weren't threatening in the slightest.

"Oh? Y-yes sir. I...I was hoping to speak to the master of the house. I have an...an offer you see. How would I go about seeking an audience with the master of Raven Home?" Nadiya replied, cringing at how uncertain and pathetic she sounded just then. Where did her conviction go?! About to wallow in self-criticism of her poor excuse for an introduction, she was caught by the scent the older man carried. It was a comforting and welcome smell- one that was somehow similar to the one her mother had.

Smiling and with a growing look of eager expectation, Nadiya met the eyes of the gentleman, excited at the possibility he could be what she dreamed of becoming for many years. "Forgive me for prying, but are you by chance a medicine man? A...a physician?" For a moment, she stumbled on the terminology, but was pleased she remembered it before she made a fool of herself.

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

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


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

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

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

He remembered.

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


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

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

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

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

"Do re mi fa sol la ti do."

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


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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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



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

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

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

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

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A crestfallen look met the older man's reply, Nadiya now worried that her trip may have been for naught. While he didn't say she was unwelcome or that the master of the house was against such things, the possibility nagged at her. The young woman mentally chastised herself for not having a proper back up plan- she hadn't even thought about the possibility of failure. "Oh, I see. Would there perhaps be a better time to come back? Or...is the master of the house not keen on having an audience at all?" Nadiya ventured to ask, hands wringing behind her back. Would he not see her at all?

His words ran through her mind even as she watched in somehow suppressed surprise at the sudden smear of salve on the gentleman's pants. How strange, she thought healers were more tidy and prone to keeping clean. Perhaps her guess was incorrect? Ready to apologize for assuming his trade, the soft laugh stopped her short- followed by a confirmation that he did practice the healing arts. So he was a doctor! Though his explanation was more detailed than anticipated. A physician who's primary skill was in something else entirely- alchemy. Nadiya had of course heard of such arts, but she had never witnessed such herself, nor was she in any way familiar with the field of study. A spark of interest showed in her features even as she once more wondered about his casually use of his clothing as a rag.

Returning the bow with a slight curtsy, Nadiya committed the name to memory, a momentary pause before giving her name in return lest she inadvertently cut the older man off mid-sentence. "Pardon me sir. I should have announced myself properly. I'm Nadiya Darzi. It is a pleasure to meet you."

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Babble

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

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

Her voice whispered back in much the same way.

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Kenner stared on at the two as Luna voiced her disregard for what he said about her and he smirked back. She was only half blooded and most likely didn't know the problems that would come with her maturity, or she did and didn't care. He did return her concern non the less "I would believe that you already know what I mean.. Having those quiet and rather horrible thoughts running around your head most of the day and those.. cravings can be a rather bothersome thing." He smiled on as Chlorra chuckled under her breath, the very sound kicking up ripples in the small pond that now housed Babbles head. He heard them come through only slightly distorted and could swear, more then one voice was housed within.

He circled the two as they stood there and allowed Chlorra to retrieve the her new friend from his watery confines, lightly lifting him from the pond with her hands and setting him back to his seated position. He could tell, with the ease that she handled his frame that breaking him, would be an equally easy measure for her. Azai was quick to spit his tongue at Kenner and disregard his own surroundings. It was simple enough to understand why he was so angry with Kenner and the tone of his voice was simply a punctuation. Though the snide remark of Kenner bowing did provoke an ire from the pale man, so much so that the air stood still for a moment as if waiting to breath on the head of a pin, as he stared off past the barrier and into the ocean.

Kenner ran a hand through his hair as he looked back at Azai, his eyes settled and the same lite smile that he held before as he walked down that stair in their presence for the very first time. He gave Azai a simple remark that would answer his question "Had you the strength to protest this, you wouldn't have been sold into my care in the first place." It was at this moment that Azai could distinctly tell something was amiss. The warmth of the setting sun was being replaced by something and in only a moment, he discovered that the ribbon clasped around his arm was slowly becoming hotter.

"However, if you want to be that disobedient towards my rules, despite giving you food, a warm place to sleep and offering the care of my household. I could send you down below with the more disagreeable of my charges and see how you enjoy their company." He walked up towards Azai, flatly laying out this ultimatum for the young arachnid to ponder. Reaching out to take Azai's arm in his hand, the young man found his ability to withdraw the limb retarded for some reason. As if something were holding his resistance in place and to his surprise, the touch only served to heighten the heat felt from the ribbon on his arm. "This mark, places you as one of my family that is more dangerous towards the others of the house. No doubt a design of your heritage and of the possible harm you represent towards the others. You may even of seen the same measure of fear in the others before now, as simple symptom of you wearing this. He releases Azai and just like that the heat, which was nearly unbearable just stopped, ceasing all notion of even being noticeable.

Kenner looks the three of them over as he wrings his hands together slightly, as if pondering a solution to his current problem. "My predicament stands at threefold, with the duties I must amuse myself. A half demon child, barely old enough to grow her own horns. A young arachnid from the far eastern fringe, with all the pomp and circumstance that follows his station and not to mention my newest acquisition. An elemental of some damaged trappings, already contained in his own physical shell." He passes his way over towards Babble, as if to show him to the others and handles the misused elemental's arms for a moment. A touch that brings extreme bouts of physical sensations into Babbles arms, almost as though he could feel his hands on the other side once again.

"I wish to know your skills and what it is that you all will aspire to while here, so that I may better place you within my house. Because if not.. then its down below with the lot of you."




The young child like figure sat further out on the edge of the bed, using a thumb to wipe away the red stain on her lips. She looked on at Safiya, with a clam and loving smile on her freshly cleaned face. "There is no need to treat yourself like that here, because everyone wants a better life and here they can have it." She slipped herself off the side of the bed and approached the kneeling girl as she eyed her over for a quick moment. Only to suddenly reach out and latch her small hand only the bottom of Safiya's jaw, holding her head in place and inspecting her like a recent purchase.

"Parents can be so strange these days can't they?
When I was locked into a box, it was because my parents were just cruel and monstrous. However yours just thought they were doing you a favor."
Safiya could tell the little girl was spotting all the small marks and tell tale signs of her upbringing as easily as one would read a map. Only for the girl to release her just as quickly as she was grabbed. "My name is Misha Balaur'bâr." She gave Safiya a small flourish of her dress to emphasis her greeting.




Aemon looked at the young woman before him and could tell that the fact she missed Kenner was concerning her, almost alarmingly so. He gave her an apologetic look as he waved his hands slightly at her to get her attention focused. "Not a problem little miss, at this time the Master is usually up with any of the new additions of the house. His attention will not be kept for the whole time and I am sure he will be back here to greet you.. in fact." Aemon motions for one of the guards standing post and as the armored man looks back, a quick physical message is transacted between the two. In fact, it was just a normal hand signal that anyone could use or know, but the subtlety was rather quaint.

"There, now while the guardsmen sends word for Kenner to return. Why don't you tell me your reason for being here, not like a young woman like yourself to just send herself into a place like this. Especially with how the rest of of the kingdom is set to view us at the moment." Aemon slightly showed his age at the moment, remembering his own time when the kingdom actually had a king to speak of.

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

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

Then it was gone.

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

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

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

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

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

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As the light of the sun slowly began to set on this day, a trickle of rain began to fall upon the surrounding land. Amesha was beginning to grow dim, albeit slowly, but surly and the lights of the protesting mob at the entrance dispersed in time. However one light still remained and it was steadily coming its way up the long drive from the front gate

This was a singular carriage, pulled by two and lead by one. As the driver gave his horses a quick nudge to hurry them along and into the veranda outside the main entrance. His cargo, watched over by two pairs of dutiful eyes that kept their own time with the treasure inside. Ensuring chains and manicals remained attached, to secure their prize away.


Aemon was first to realize, seeing as the little miss in front of him was not eyeing the door. His gaze sat upon the carriage as it spun into place, to let the men off its back and allowed them to unload their cargo in quick measure. He lightly reached out for her arm and beckoned her closer towards the center fountain before the men could brake the threshold of this great house.

He looked down at Nadiya before speaking "I suggest you keep clear and watch Nadiya, because your about to see what this house most entails for many visitors." As if in timed concert, the three moved the cage into the main foyer. Only for several of the attending guards to assist in their handling of their charge. Something that was sectioned within this rattling covered cage and obviously something of human size. Something that the guards were quick to snatch from the confines of the cage, showing a vastly practiced routine of pulling the subject out and latching their chains through the ties in the floor.

Aemon was quick to walk forward and inspect what he could see was a young woman in the bindings. However it seemed as though she was put through a rather strenuous brawl before coming into their care. He produced a clean cloth from the side of his satchel and began to dry off the young woman's features, as her eyes were still trying to adjust to the sharper lights within the building. "Damn barbarians, they could at least have taken it easier on you in the long run." One of the men that brought her began to laugh, with a deep below to his voice, like its tone was lost in a keg spirits. "Not us old man." added the largest of the group. "Caught her in the middle of a scrap.. right nice catch on that one. I would keep the chains on however, best to keep her like that then to deal with the beast." Aeom was not entirely listening to the man as he began to clean away some of the filth that had gathered on the young girl during her trip. Only to see the man holding out his hand as if expecting payment from him.

He looks back up and motions for a guard "Take him upstairs to get paid, I don't have the patience for one like you at the moment. He replies as he returns to his work.




Misha looks at Safiya for a few moments, letting a glimmer of time pass between the two of them before speaking again. "So I see the master has you slated to be one of those boring talkative types that deals with those dignitaries. I do love the color blue, but all that talking and ass kissing can be such a bother." She adds the last part with a very vibrant smile as if to make Safiya more uncomfortable with how the young girls form was. Each smile was slightly exaggerated and served to show off more of the girls teeth, despite how unsettling the visage might be.




As Kenner looks on at Azai and listens to his words, a small pang of realization swoops over his face and he gets slightly closer to the young arachnid. "So you have experience with actual noble life and not just the concept of blue bloods in general. That is actually something that I can work with." He rubs a hand over his chin for a moment only for the trudging on boots off in the distance began to sound nearby and within moments of everyone noticing, a guard ran into view. Only stopping for himself to be allowed to approach the group, at Kenner's behest.

The guard approached and leaned upwards into Kenner's ear, having to stretch slightly with how much taller the Master was then himself. After a quick word, the guard gave a quick nod and return from the direction he came in, with a more quizzical look rummaging around on Kenner's face. He turns to face Chlorra for a moment after making his decision "Go and see what Aemon wants in the foyer. He is waiting with a young woman who has business with the house.

Chlorra gives a nod and begins off on her own, the very drape of her dress covering up all site of her feet as she moved off. All sound of her steps nonexistent as she traversed the floors of that vast house. Leaving Kenner with his chance to look back at Azai and speak. "How would you feel about being a part of those familiar circles again? My house could always use another individual to indulge those dignitaries away on political missions. Your foreknowledge could be a great boon in this indeed.

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Akhira flinched when the strangest of strangers began to wipe at her face and her arms. She felt that he was angry, but the anger was not directed at her. Nonetheless, her domineering instincts took hold and she reacted angrily. She growled, baring her teeth to hurl herself backwards from his touch. Why is he wiping at me? Where am I? These chains... Is he challenging me? A reptilian hiss wound it's way up through her chest when she saw the chains binding her. More chains.... Damn curs. With an unkind look at her captors, she attempted to translate their word-speak. Not work-speak... Something else... It took her awhile to recollect what knowledge she had of these... humans.

Language, yes, language. Akhira stayed quiet, knowing that she had spent more she should have as a dragon, and had neglected her studies by focusing only on finding Blackfire. Blackfire. She growled, harshly casting out her mentor's name from her head and began to focus on her present situation.

With that, the odd strange began to wipe away the filth she had... acquired from her fight with that dragon brute from earlier. She didn't pull away from his touch this time as she was too focused on the details of the room, the people. This strange human before her. Who stops when he sees one of her captors looking at him. Expecting something. A wage. "Take him upstairs to get paid, I don't have the patience for one like you at the moment."

Suspicion began to nip at her heels as she only caught half of he said. Something about payment, and time... and her captor. From how he said the word, Akhira would assume he was disgusted with being in the same room as someone as low as her captor. Highborn, perhaps? She thought of how he was treating her... Nein. Too... something.. too different from the selfish highborns. Even the weaker humans never acted this way. It may be surprising for some to think that she didn't assume that he could be treating her kindly, but since she's never seen a human emote that kind of emotion, it wasn't surprising at all.

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Aemon kept at it while the young woman began to fight at his touch, but with every pass of his cloth. He began to see a sheen of nearly pearl white skin through the mess he was uncovering. He wiped her hair from side to side as a hurried set of footfalls came running down the stairs. Not a few minutes after having gone up them before, the hunter came back down with a look on his face that wasn't one of his best. He was quick to return to his two partners and share words with them from beyond earshot of the others.

Aemon begins to grin to himself as he moves about the girls neck and begins to take notice of the objects on her head. " Ahh.. I see now." He runs as finger along the near azure colored scale on her left side. Only for him to muse a bit before speaking out aloud towards the hunters. "Not happy about your catch? I would think so, seeing as how well you have treated her and her age. The Master isn't too keen on paying for children, even if you take her breed into account." He stands and folds the cloth over towards a clean side, before stuffing back into his satchel.

Several of the guards approach the men and point as if to usher them out into the rain and back onto their carriage. Were this any other place, it was obvious that these men would try something, however with the multitude of guards and how their armed. These men would be hard pressed to come out of the event unscathed. So thanks to that, the last everyone inside the foyer sees of them. Is an angry hitched strut out into the rain.

Aemon snarks for a moment as he keeps a final eye on them, before setting his eyes back on the young dragon before him. "I can see that your still in a spot of bother, if you'd like I can answer some questions before The Master gets here?"

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Akhira was frustrated with not knowing what they were saying as she was too busy trying to take in the details of the room. The chains. The smells. The voices from above and below. The voices in this room. It was all too much information for her to process while also trying to understand their language.

Oddly quiet, Akhira remained silent and seemed to be observing a fly on the wall. That is until she felt him run a finger near her scales. It sent chills up her spine, as well as cause her to lose her cool. She jumped, startled, letting a snarl escape her lips. "Ahh.. I see now." Damn Human.

But then her captors left with anger radiating from their terrible hides. She was alone. With the strangest of strangers. Not that she was afraid she couldn't win a fight against him, but it all just felt too odd. Like she had fallen into a trap, but she didn't know what type of trap.

What idiot would leave her, a powerful dragon in a house with some stranger that could easily crush by shapeshifting. To change... Akhira growled irritably at the human when he spoke, "I can see that your still in a spot of bother, if you'd like I can answer some questions before The Master gets here?" She glared defiantly at him, and if looks could kill, we all know he'd be dead, but sadly, looks don't kill. And Akhira was ignorant of what was going on.

So far, the only thing she knew was that they were speaking words she couldn't understand, and that from the smells and noises she could hear, she was surrounded. By enemies or... more enemies, she did know, so that piece of unknown information kept her from acting... For now.

"Chains." Akhira spoke the word harshly, but surprisingly, remembered exactly how to say the word. "Off chains..." She wasn't asking, more like commanding him to release her. Despite saying the words, she began to yank at them, but knowing that there was magick on them, the kind that kept her from changing. She hated it.

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Despite her unease, Nadiya felt almost guilty for making the older gentleman apologize to her, her own hands mimicking his apologetic gesture. "Oh, no, it's ok. I mean, it is nothing you need to apologize to me for..." she began, quieting upon seeing Aemon look back at the guards behind him. She didn't hear any words, but obviously the two men understood each other enough without the need for conversation. She vaguely wondered what the guard went off to do.

Aemon answered her inner inquiry before she could wonder about it more. He had been sent to get the Master of the house. Bowing her head in gratitude, Nadiya felt a bubble of relief start to accompany her nerves. "Thank you sir. I hope I haven't inconvenienced you." she said, only to bite her lip at his prying. Of course she had a reason to come here, but to admit it aloud suddenly seemed more than just a tad embarrassing. "Why? Well...you see.."

Nadiya didn't get the chance to answer, a sudden commotion interrupting her reply. A carriage pulled up just as she was gently nudged aside, Aemon's words earning a slight shiver and a bubble of doubt. What was she getting herself into?

Upon getting a glimpse of what was in the cage, Nadiya gasped, the condition of the female inside earning a look of horrified disbelief. It wasn't bad enough to put her in a cage, they had to hurt her as well? Tentatively taking a few steps closer to get a glimpse of the captive from behind Aemon, the would-be servant's eyes widened as the man's cloth revealed pearly skin beneath. Such a beautiful color...what kind of creature was she?

The sudden snarling made her jump, the eyes looking out from the cage clearly angry and intent on self-preservation. Well, not like you could blame her. Nadiya lifted a hand to her lips upon hearing the female speak, stepping towards the cage without realizing it. The girl wanted the chains off. Surely they could at least get her out of the cage? The rattling of the chains sent a chill down her spine. Was this commonplace here? Nadiya swallowed hard, feeling bad for the angry prisoner.

"D-does she really need to be in the cage as well as being chained? It seems overly cruel..." she asked Aemon softly.

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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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Akhira was trying, desperately to keep up with his words. If he keeps talking too fast, I'll have to enter his mind in order to understand. Yet doing that would be a terrible thing to do, even to this human. That is until he knelt down before her and lay his hand upon her shoulder. She began to glare daggers at him, He's being condescending about my height for sure.

While she was just the right size as a dragon for her age, it was a whole different story for her human form. She looked like she was stuck just between being a teen and being a child. It was humiliating and had been the reason her problems with the other dragons had begun.

Don't worry, your human form will grow, it'll just take a catalyst. Er, I mean growth spurt." Blackfire looked down at her, his brown mop of human hair illuminated by the sunlight. He was tall, broad shouldered, the figure of a sword wielder. She had only been a quarter of his height then...

But now, she had only grown 4 inches taller, in only three years. Humiliating. She gritted her teeth and tried not to turn and snap at Aemon's hand. That was when she appeared.



"(Tell me little one, is your pride hurt?)

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


Akhira felt like the oil-vapor was choking her. In response, a guttural snarl so primal it was hard ti believe that that sound was coming from one as small as her. She's challenging me by entering my mind; she wants to kill me. Her instincts were going haywire, becoming a burning wildfire beneath her skin. Her scales protruding from her head was beginning to look like they were going to shatter at any moment. Everything inside her was screaming at her, demanding that she change shape and show this witch who she was challenging.

Yet the chains that held her were keeping that from happening by turning red with heat. The magic on them being put to the limit. She couldn't breath, couldn't change, cornered. The wildfire beneath her skin warring with the magic heat on her skin. Change, i... I have... to... change... change... I have to SURVIVE

SURVIVE-SURVIVE-SURVIVE----

"Agh!" Akhira felt like heaven and hell were colliding within her, heat from below and above her skin. Pressure everywhere. She finally couldn't take it anymore and she jerked backwards, out of the witch's grasp. SURVIVE-SURVIVE----SURVIVE
She shoved Aemon out of harm's way and... and--
Her skin began to harden, to turn into crystal, becoming stone-like and... With one loud crack followed by the sound of shattering glass, her form burst. The magic chains that once held her to this form, broken by her sudden rush of adrenaline. Her powers had been too much to hold in place. Now only someone who had powerful magic could change her back now.

Like someone had lifted a veil, she reared her massive head and roared. She was beautiful, her blue scales her large wings. Her horns, more like a crown upon her head. And she barely fit in this room.