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Seth Crysta

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

Description

Physical description: Seth is a tall, slender boy who looks to be about in his teens. For the most part, he doesn't look very unique; that is, if it weren't for his tail and ears. Although he has blonde hair, which reaches to about his eyes, his tail and ears are both covered in a pure white fur. His eyes are a very light blue that seems to get bright during the night and even more so when the moon is full. His left eye has a very small, almost unnoticeable scar in the corner. On his body are several markings that not even he knows the significance of. They are black and appear to be nothing more than tattoos made in an attempt to brand him of something. They appear on his back, his front, and the base of his neck. These marks are usually not visible due to his choice of clothing (a hoodie to cover it all up along with his ears). Otherwise, there are no physical flaws to speak of. He wears a small collar with the name "Luca" engraved into the small, round tag that hangs from it. He stands at about 5'9, although sometimes it is at 3'11.....

Physical description con't: sometimes, if he so chooses, he stands at about 3'11. When he does so, it isn't because he is hunched over; it's because that's the way a wolf would normally stand on all fours. His fur is entirely pure white, except his underside which adopts his blond hair's color. The black marks no longer stain his skin, but instead his fur with the same symbols in slightly different than locations (still on his back and his sides). His eyes remain the same light blue.

Personality: Seth had a very kind yet shy personality. He would almost never be the first to approach another. But if one approached him, after warming up a bit, he was very open and polite to others. One exception to his not being first to interact was if someone was hurt or in trouble. Being as kind as he felt he should be, his timidness would be overwritten with a sense of duty to act and help others. However, things may not be all the same anymore....

Equipment & Abilities: Seth has no equipment other than the clothes he wears. However, his abilities excel. His sense of smell and hearing are outstanding. With a small figure, he moves much faster than anyone should think he would. His reflexes are fast, easily beating a reaction speed of 200ms. His stealth skills are high only because nature gifted him with it so he may hunt for food, not because of any combat training. Finally, he has knowledge in first aid and modern medical techniques.

Historical Background: note: Seth's background will not be information he will know in the beginning, suffering from traumatic tragedy induced amnesia.This includes his real name. Seth is a halfbreed, a son born between a human and Wolf spirit. His mother was attacked by other humans attempting to control her for her power. His father was attacked as well and captured to be held as a bargaining chip against his mother and force her to give herself in. During the attack, his father ordered him to run away, saying that he must not be captured under any circumstances. During his conversation, his father was stabbed from behind just after placing his mother's collar that his father made for her around Seth's neck, incapacitating him. Seth immediately ran and shortly after found life by himself in the wild difficult. For a while he survived if only by a thread. Eventually, he would find himself in life threatening situation after another until he would finally be subdued by a group looking to sell him since his features seemed very rare. During his battle to escape captivity, he would suffer very severe wounds. Although, it's safe to assume that his opposition didn't capture him unscathed either. They had won only by shear numbers.

So begins...

Seth Crysta's Story

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The color black. Everything was dark, all light, sound, smell, taste and feeling were swallowed up in a void. It was as if nothing existed anymore. Then the void was destroyed; a loud ripping sound was heard and a large blade pierced the infinite darkness, bringing the smell of blood with it.

His eyes shot open, releasing him from his nightmare. Though, it would be difficult to argue that his life wasn't a living nightmare right now. He was starving, hurt, and captured by people who, for all he knew, might plan to kill him. Maybe death would release him from all his pain? No, he couldn't die, no matter what. He felt like he made a promise to someone that he would never die. But to who? He couldn't remember. Then he realized he couldn't draw on many of his memories. Almost everything was a fuzzy haze. Not even his name was something he owned anymore.

Even though his eyes shot open, the rest of his body didn't move, likely a natural instinct. First, he made sure of his surroundings. Dry and wet blood covered him and the floor, though it was likely he wasn't the owner of some that was on the floor. No, this floor has had many others held down in the same place in a similar situation. Then was it safe to assume that he might be in some cage? Though his eyes were open, they could not pull light into them and discern shapes and colors with it for a short while. But soon, he could hear many footsteps, the creaking of wood, and the clanking of armor. Then the smell of blood hit him, along with the smell of horses. But then he noticed a small amount of salt, but it was off. Were they nearing an ocean? He couldn't tell. Shortly after his eyes regained their ability and he could see iron bars that contained him. He was on a carriage drawn by horse and moving away from the forest, judging by the trees thinning out.

Now that he had a grasp of his situation, he felt okay with moving a little, though he wouldn't dare make it obvious he was stirring to his captors. Instead, he would be quiet and keep movement to a minimum. The first thing he noticed when he moved was how he couldn't move his left foot at all. Was it gone? The feeling in it sure was but he wasn't ready to jump to that conclusion yet. When he moved his left leg, it felt heavy. BANG! Pain shot up his whole body as his foot was disturbed. Looking back he finally realized why he couldn't feel it; it was 180 degrees backwards and likely broken. Blood flow had likely been starved to it for a while. He needed to turn it back in place so blood could return or he would risk losing it forever.

He rolled to his back and felt something on his chest. He did his best to look down and saw a small circular piece of metal that had "Luca" etched into it. Was that his name? Maybe, for all he knew he may as well use it for now. He returned to the task at hand. He sat up slowly, making some injuries open up and begin to ooze blood again. He reached out to his foot with both hands and, after some mental preparation, swiftly twisted it back around with a stomach wrenching snap. It was all he could do to keep from throwing up, if not from the sound then from the nauseating pain. He couldn't afford to throw up though. He had no clue when he ate or drank last or when the next time he would be. After recovering he started to examine his surroundings more.

Two horse drew the carriage he was in. There were about 10 guards. The bars looked sturdy, but they had also seen better years. Rust covered them and would likely see their destruction in another year or so. But he didn't have a year, he was fast approaching a large structure he could see very clearly now. To him, it stood towering into the sky. He had never even seen anything larger than a small house. He couldn't believe that the structure before him existed, but there it still stood defying his belief. Still in pain, he gave up and laid back. When he did this he saw a poor sight behind him; three more carriages carrying dead human bodies, numbering maybe 45. Did he kill them all? Yes, he did. It was hazy but he could remember all too well who gave him his wounds. But that was all he could remember. Blood still oozed at the back of his head, perhaps a blow to his head caused a concussion.

Before he could think any more, the carriage had stopped. The front two guards were speaking with two more that belonged to the monster sized building. He could hear what they said barely.

"We're here to sell this one. He should fetch a high price from his rare breed. We've never seen anything like him. He's the body of a boy, but the tail and ears of a wolf. Could you bring someone out to appraise him?"

When the other guard began to speak, everything had become fuzzy. Blood loss, starvation, and pain combined and he finally succumbed to that void again... he would not awake again until inside. Until then, he would suffer in tragic memories of times he did not even consciously own. One tear slowly made its way down his cheek.

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Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: NPC - Raven Loft Character Portrait: Nadiya Darzi Character Portrait: Akhira Character Portrait: Seth Crysta

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Kenner looked on at the young dragon as she snarled and kept a lip curled from anticipation, easily able to see the agitation that Chlorra's presence was causing her. Though he did not send his old companion away and even when he began to look over the room at the damage caused by his new acquisition. He knew the cause the reason behind both problems, as such a cause was no small matter.

A small glance over his shoulder at his old friend and he asked "I hope you have a good reason to explain hurting her like you did, when there was no reason." Chlorra was quick to shrug her shoulders, with a low toned laugh escaping her mask as she replied "She was being so aggressive, I merely was trying to put her in her place..." She met the shrug with a palmed gesture as she relaxed her stance. Obviously not bothered by how the situation looked at all, only for Kenner to sigh as he looked back at Akhira. "Leave us, this will be dealt with later."

Chlorra's stance solidified for a moment as her head took a short lean and she just as quickly dissuaded the moment with another gesture. "As you wish... Master.." The next few moments revealed how she was able to appear so quietly behind the group before, as her body began to sink into the floor. With what appeared to be an effect of her own shadow swallowing up her form, before long all that remained was a small pool of pitch and soon that to shank. Vanishing into nothingness before the eyes of all those in accountancy.

Aemon looked on as Nadiya asked her question, whether towards herself, or out into the world. He could only guess as to what kind of actual reaction she could have from such a site. He leaned into her side to get her attention "Yes, but do not worry. Master Kenner is as fine and just a being as any could hope to be." He spoke from experience in all honesty. Kenner had shown him much kindness in the past, but to say that the man did not possess a darkness about himself would be idiotic and a deadly prospect, in more true ways than expected.
He walked past Nadiya for a moment and approached Kenner with a quick pace in his step "Kenner, I would like to point out that she was rather hurt before she arrived. If at all possible, I would like to get her upstairs and treated before any problems persist." Kenner turned his head towards Aemon and smiled lightly, as if words were being said without speaking a single syllable. Though he did nod with a look of contemplation on his face, Kenner returned his eyes to the dragon at hand and gave Aemon his own response. "No, I believe she still needs to be put in her place. Though violence in this instance, is unnecessary."

Aemon took his cue to step back when Kenner's flesh began to issue forth a warm glow, nowhere near as bright as before. However his body was emanating a warmth that could be felt from several feet away. He looked up into Akhira's eyes and gave her a sombre stare as he spoke "This will not hurt, but I cannot say it will feel entirely pleasant as well." At that moment Akhira's own reaction was to pull back and prepare for whatever was going to happen. However she was unprepared for when Kenner surged forward. Flat footed and with little chance to react, he moved as a blur the ten or so feet that was between then and placed the flat of his hand on the bridge of her snout. Within that moment, she could feel a wave of intense heat begin to flow through her. The feeling itself was holding her in place, though she could still feel the motion of her body moving and writhing. It was shortly after this that she recognized she wasn't in fact moving, but it was her own body turning back into that of a human and despite her own efforts, this change was not going to be halted. She could feel her dragon form being peeled away from her own being, like a snake would removed its last layer of skin.

When the feeling had finally passed and she could feel the change subside, Akhira was hit with a sudden feeling of exhaustion. Like she had been through lost year of combat, without a moment to rest. "There, all better now." As he spoke these words, it dawned on Akhira that even though she was tired. The soreness of combat had left her and indeed the woulds she had been carrying for the last few days were now healed, with even an arguable trace nowhere to be seen.

Kenner brushed some of his hair back as he looked over the exausted girl and spoke "Please refrain from any more outburst." He ran a hand under her chin as he spoke and even now, she could feel how warm his touch still was. Only for him to fully stand and turn on his heel towards Aemon. "So.. who's your little lady friend? Come now my dear, no need to be shy. Though I am sorry you had to witness that, today just seems to be one of those days." He adds, with a wide disarming smile.

A pair of heavy boots come from the front door of the foyer and Kenner turns his gaze to meet the site of a guard from outside. Approaching and stepping out of his own way slightly as he walks around a section of the ceiling that collapsed with Akhira's recent outburst. He looks on at Kenner after stopping and informs him "We have several men here, asking for an audience. They have a rather, unusual breed for sale it seems." Kenner cocks an eyebrow as he hears this and looks back at Aemong, before returning his attention to the guard. Giving him a nod as a sign to go ahead and allow the men in with their merchandise.

Kenner looks back at Aemon again and sighs. "I guess its going to be a busy day today with all the new additions."

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Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: NPC - Raven Loft Character Portrait: Nadiya Darzi Character Portrait: Akhira Character Portrait: Seth Crysta

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The color black. Everything- His nightmare was thankfully, although painfully, interrupted and Seth was brought back to the current nightmare at hand. While passed out, he had been transported inside and his cage opened. The men who had captured him hit him with their weapons to rouse him, shouting words that were too fuzzy for him to discern yet. When he was hit again after waking, he attempted to snarl at them but found that he did not have the breath to do so. In fact, anything related to breathing in or out was difficult. Maybe his lung had been punctured by a broken rib or he just had a flailed chest. Or perhaps fluid could be building up from bruising or he might even have caught pneumonia; he had, after all, been beaten half to death, starved, and given no warmth during the cold nights. His immune system may have started to fail. But regardless of the cause, his snarl came out as a simple labored exhale. He tried to sit up but was unable to.

After noticing Seth was awake and unwilling to move, two guards grabbed his arms and threw him out of the cage and onto the ground. One of them, seemingly the leader of the rag tag group, stood a foot on Seth's left shoulder triumphantly.

"Pretty rare, wouldn't you say? Eh, kenner? Bloody thing killed over half of my men when we tried t-" he was cut short as he let out a blood curdling scream. Having put his foot on Seth's shoulder and pissing him off even more, Seth found that he could at least turn his neck to bite his ankle. He found joy in the man's pain, as well as the relief of pressure on his chest, making it slightly less difficult to breath again. The hobbling man turned his attention to Seth and was about to impale his head with his weapon when he stopped.

"It's just a bite.... The sucker will get what's coming to him here. Can't damage the merchandise anyway...." Seth hadn't moved a muscle even though he knew what was about to happen. He thought that maybe it might be much less painful than suffocating or succumbing to his injuries. He almost felt bad when the man didn't follow through before he remembered the promise again. He mustn't die, no matter what. Instead of dwelling on sweet release, he shifted his mind to what the man said. Merchandise. Get what's coming to him here. What was this place? Looking for more clues he studied his surroundings.

The room looked like it was in shambles, as if either it hadn't been taken care of very well or something had taken place within. He decided it was the latter noticing how recent the damage was since dust was still settling. What about the people here? There were the guards, a man and woman nearby, and then there were two odd beings that both seemed different. His instincts kicked in and he immediately knew the female of the two odd ones was very intriguing. She gave off an air that he felt could only mean she was in similar standing. Maybe she was more like him than he knew. She seemed to have an animalistic air to her as well.

The man was a whole other story. He gave off so many different scents, emotions, imposed so many different thoughts onto ones psyche. He was a complete mystery to Seth; one that he would likely never solve. The other female and the male both gave off similar auras that Seth thought he recognized. It was his own. He thought they seemed like they were capable of healing and likely to want to. But the female seemed even more like Seth. He couldn't tell what was more similar between the two at first before thinking deeply about it. Was it maybe fear? Were they both scared at the moment? Then he noticed the animalistic female also seemed scared. Seth was ashamed that he never even noticed his own fear. He had pushed it aside and forgotten about it which was a mistake; fear is what drives more people to survive than anything else and he had to survive under any circumstances.

He redirected his gaze at the baffling one, who seemed the center of attention besides himself and tried to speak.

"Ken...ner?" He managed to gasp out through gritted teeth. He wanted to growl and bear his teeth again out of fear, the emotion that had surfaced again since he no longer suppressed it, but he could barely hold onto consciousness. Instead, he laid his head on the ground and did his best to continue breathing, closing his eyes.

"Wake up you! I need you to look good if I'm to get any good money out of you and you owe it for taking the lives of my men!" The hurt man yelled at him and pulled his uninjured leg back as he prepared to kick Seth....

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Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: NPC - Raven Loft Character Portrait: Nadiya Darzi Character Portrait: Akhira Character Portrait: Seth Crysta

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"There, all better now."

Akhira was exhausted from having been forced back into her human form, but it would at least keep from her from challenging Kenner's... assertiveness for awhile longer, at least until she regained her strength. So tired... She struggled to stay on her feet, trying hard not to let herself be seen as weak by falling in front of these Humans. "Please refrain from any more outburst." His aura was so warm, that she felt herself being drawn to it and didn't struggle when Kenner placed his hand under her chin. She let out a low rebellious growl, signifying that she wasn't entirely under his command. Then his warmth was gone, and she opened her eyes to find she was barely able to keep from falling over.

Akhira was too exhausted now to really observe her new environment or even care to listen in on the conversation. Words were slow, and barely registered through her hazy exhaustion. But the Primordial One's voice she could hear clearly, albeit more like hot honey dripping from a spoon, smooth and warm. She felt herself being detached from her physical body, finding that the world was beginning to move slowly, more more slowly then it should.

Vaguely, she could sense instinct telling her that there was a new threat in the room. A boy. Pointed ears. She barely had time to notice those physical characteristics before her body could not take anymore. Exhaustion demanded she sleep, whereas fear and caution demanded she stay away and on her feet. Such haywire instincts confusing her, that she barely realized that she was falling. Am I... falling? She didn't have time to brace herself for hitting the hard floor as the only thing she could clearly think at that moment before she drifted into unconsciousness was: I can't believe I'm fainting and How am I going to find Blackfire now?

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Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: NPC - Raven Loft Character Portrait: Nadiya Darzi Character Portrait: Akhira Character Portrait: Seth Crysta

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Nadiya felt her worries increase, wondering if she would be seen as useless when she had no knowledge of alchemy or of magic. Her fretting was cut short as Aemon assured her of Kenner's virtue. That was comforting to know- and the alchemist sounded sincere. Even so, the master of the house definitely had a certain something to him, it showed in his demeanor and how he presented himself.

The young woman was secretly glad he was scolding the mysterious (and in her mind- more than just a tad creepy) masked woman who had earned the dragon-girl's anger. She was pleased she wasn't the only one who thought the treatment bestowed upon the dragon was harsh and unnecessary. Nadiya found herself glad to see the woman gone, even if her method of departure was unorthodox and eerie to watch. She stood frozen in place for a moment after Aemon approached Kenner, listening to them converse even as she looked on at how they were going to handle the dragon-girl now that she was released.

Stepping forward as she watched, Nadiya bit her lip at hearing whatever he was about to do wouldn't be pleasant, though she was glad it wasn't something to hurt the poor thing. She didn't attempt to intervene this time, simply marveling at seeing magic being used- so much in such a short period of time and by so many different people! Was magic something more commonplace here?

Nadiya had little time to ponder it, Kenner's attention directed at her now. His words earned an embarrassed and nervous flush of her cheeks, her reply momentarily stuck in her throat as she searched for the right words. She didn't want to screw this up. The smile was wide and pleasant enough, prompting her to smile softly. "W-well, I have a bit of a request. An offer, actually. I know this might be unorthodox, but I've come to sell myself for the highest price I can get..." she began before being interrupted with a guards approach. Unusual breed? What on earth was going on now?

A soft gasp escaped her lips as a young man was dragged from a cage and placed before Kenner, one of the men showing the person off like an exotic prize. Which was exactly what they thought of him- going so far as to call the battered figure merchandise. Nadiya felt her fists clench. Monsters!

Her eyes scanned the bloody prisoner in question, eyes widening slightly at the realization that he had a tail and what looked like wolves ears. What manner of person was this? His injuries looked extensive, his breathing was harsh. Piece by piece, Nadiya appraised his condition, and found herself more worried and appalled at each passing second.

It was the shout that cut her visual exam short, the seller yelling for his captive to wake up even as he lifted his uninjured leg to deliver a kick to the already badly beaten male.

Before she could even think about any consequences or care what anyone else might think, she rushed over and shoved the man as hard as she could, making him fall before standing in front of the wolf- tailed stranger so as to shield him. "You monster! He's so badly beaten he can barely stand, and you're going to kick him when he's down?! You have no manners at all! And he's not a thing! What kind of a person doesn't care at all about seeing the pain of another? Y-you ought to be ashamed of yourself! People like you are scum!" she snapped, shaking with anger and nerves.

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Character Portrait: Luna Marquise Grimm Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Babble Character Portrait: NPC - Raven Loft Character Portrait: Nadiya Darzi Character Portrait: Akhira Character Portrait: Seth Crysta

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

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

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

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

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




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

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

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




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

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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: NPC - Raven Loft Character Portrait: Nadiya Darzi Character Portrait: Akhira Character Portrait: Seth Crysta

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To her astonishment, the unusual young man was attempting to stand back up. His arm faltered under him, and prompted even her to wince slightly as it was clearly broken. The soft whimper made her angrier at the group that had brought the poor thing, and she glared in their direction with accusatory eyes.

As Nadiya considered telling them off again, the sudden weight of the young man pressed on her shoulders and back, earning a slight squeak in surprise. His stare was met with one of her own, wondering in her mind if she had something offensive or off-putting to make his gaze linger? Or maybe he was just startled? The stranger stood on shaky legs and managed to keep himself upright this time, though it looked like it took considerable effort.

Nadiya's eyes widened in surprise at the apology, wondering what on earth he thought would warrant it. It would be absurd to be upset at him for stumbling and falling on her when he was so badly beaten. If anything, it made her want to help him more, and further pushed the captors into a negative light. Such people were trash!

"Nadiya, and...it's ok." she managed to say, keeping near the wolf-eared male lest he stumble again.

Looking over with a sharp glare at the leader of the captors, Nadiya felt her face grow hot with anger, the words disgusting her to the core. Treating him like a thing! Were she the fighting type- she would have readily slugged the leader in the face, and she almost wanted to.

The master of the house did indeed seem to be as the rumors said- a collector of servants and still following old traditions, though he didn't seem cruel. He sent the hunters away after they got their money, and Nadiya was glad to see them gone. As Kenner spoke to her, she flushed slightly at his silent appraisal, his touch warm and oddly soothing. Allowing him to pull her up, she made no effort to oppose going with Aemon, worried as well about helping the poor wolf-boy. Once more she was being apologized to, and while having his gaze linger was an unusual experience for her, he wasn't threatening. "Oh, it's ok sir..." she didn't get a chance to continue to talk with him in detail about serving his household or payment- prompted to follow Aemon and tend to the young man. She would have to bring it up and answer Kenner later she supposed.

With a slight bow of her head, she scurried off after Aemon, making a mental list of things they would need to treat him. Bandages, cloth to clean him off with and see his injuries, water, splints, some medicine for the wounds...

It was only then that she remembered the dragon-girl, and Nadiya found herself glancing back for a moment, hoping the fierce young woman was alright.

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Seth eyed the satchel, wondering what could be in it. He seemed to hold it closely. His injuries had already began to dry and coagulate, which bothered him. He truly didn't prefer the smell or feel of dried blood. It just wasn't comfortable for him. Laying on his back had helped somewhat with his breathing difficulty although it hadn't solved it entirely.

"Do you believe you can so soon? These injuries are some you might see men take months to recover from fully... if they ever really do." Seth took a breath and payed back. "Thank you again. I sound redundant but it's rare that you find someone as kind and willing to help. I wish there were more like you or Nadiya. My healing skills are minimal at best and may stop someone in immediate danger of dying from doing so but I don't get to use my knowledge much...."

His focus averts to the various things within the room as he inspects his surroundings again. The room was very spacious and he felt it would be even more so without all the clutter about. But he also knew how hard it was to keep this many things in order, especially if it was all constantly being used. He wasn't familiar with a lot of the items within and wondered how aemon's healing might differ from what he already knew how to do. His mind went back to thoughts of the female who had gone to get things. What kind of healing did she know? Was her style more like his? He couldn't know until he asked the two of them later when he felt like speaking more openly. But he was still in an unknown area with strange people, no matter how kind they may be.

Perhaps he was paranoid now thanks to the men who brought him here. Or maybe he was more defensive because of his injuries. He couldn't tell, not that he was even aware how defensive he was becoming. But he did know he couldn't keep his mind from darting from one thing to the next, with Nadiya oddly being a common thing he kept coming back to. Did he not feel comfortable around her maybe? He didn't even notice if he was or not. Perhaps he would be able to when she returned.

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Nadiya managed to keep pace with Aemon and the young wolf-human, tearing her eyes away from the direction they had come in time to catch up when she had looked back. The whimper from the young man earned a look of worry, and even as he rationalized the beating he received, she shook her head vehemently. "Even so! There's no need to beat someone who's clearly no longer a threat! You don't kick a man when he's down. And defending oneself against some perceived danger is a far cry from beating someone half to death..." Nadiya took a breath to calm herself, smiling softly at the thanks. "It's nothing! I'd like to think most people would do the same, wouldn't they?" It was then that she took note of the drooped ears, causing her to wonder about the reason for it. She was silent as they approached Aemon's doorway, trying to decipher the sudden change in ear position.

The first thing to strike her about the alchemist's quarters was the earthy smells coming from within. Sweet smells, bitter smells, heady smells, herby smells. An almost dizzying mix of aromas met her nostrils, and yet she didn't find them unpleasant. It made her think of her mother.

She had little time to dwell upon or further inspect the quarters in question, prompted by Aemon to fetch some warm water. Easy enough, and she nodded at his cautionary warning regarding the heat of the water should she not have the cold valve opened at the same time.
Scurrying in the direction indicated, Nadiya first turned on the cold water before opening the opposite valve in increments. Testing the temperature with her hands, she waited until it was the temperature of a warm bath before filling the bowl three-fourths of the way, being careful not to spill as she pulled it away from the sink and turned off the water.

Making sure to collect a few small cloths and face towels, the young woman draped them over her shoulder as she carried the bowl in two hands, placing it on a table beside Aemon and their patient. "Shall I fetch anything else? Or may we start cleaning the wounds and applying bandages, medicines, or splints where needed?" Nadiya asked, once more appalled at the condition the hunters left the poor young man in. Scum!

As she finally started to take in some of the finer details of the room, her confidence began to steadily shrink once more upon seeing that she only recognized about half of all the ingredients labeled, and the books and scrolls were even more unfamiliar. How much did she really know? In her village, she and her mother were the most able with healing practices, but out here, she felt small and utterly foolish. When seeing what a true master of the craft had at their disposal and what they were accustomed to, the weight of how much she still needed to learn was daunting. For Nadiya, the idea of being little more than a novice was a depressing one.

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Seth interjected, "it is true. In all my time on my own since.... well, since an incident, I have yet to meet anyone who would not try to take advantage of me or would gladly attack had my back been turned to them or if I was down. People seem to be much more vicious and cruel than they should. But I'm glad to have at least met the two of you, who seem to be nothing like that." As he was cleaned he tried to hide winces and whimpers with varying success, depending on where they cleaned. He was not paying attention to his body language and hadn't noticed his still drooped ears. Though they perked up at the mention of Vitea.

Never before had he heard of any medicine. Though, he hadn't heard of very many medicines in general, only being somewhat knowledgeable in practice. He was interested in learning what this substance was and what it did. Was it am antiseptic? Or perhaps a painkiller? He sure could use one at this point he thought. The pain throughout was extraordinary. He hadn't suffered this much in a long time and as tolerant to pain as he was, he was certainly not invincible.

He chose to be silent for the time being and watch what the other two would do. He thought he might learn more this way.

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Any sound of discomfort on the young man's part earned an apologetic look from Nadiya, the woman trying to be gentle as possible while still properly cleaning off the wounds and filth. Aemon's question nearly interrupted her efforts to dab away blood and dirt from a very bruised and possibly cut (she couldn't yet see the damage under the caked on filth) cheek. Looking slightly embarrassed of her own naivety, she nodded at the assumption, confirming it to be truth. "It is. I'm from a small town- a village really, on the countryside. I seldom hear of the Capital, aside from any significant change in the laws or some major event, and even that wasn't often."

Nadiya likewise worked to bandage up any open wounds as Aemon did, stopping only once she was motioned to hand over her towel she had been using to clean. The name of the medicine was unfamiliar to her, but she didn't question the elder man's instructions and headed to the shelf in question. It only took a minute to locate the bottle, and she took it down carefully so as not to drop it. Swishing the crimson bottle's contents gently, she stood momentarily captivated by the unknown substance, as if observing it would miraculously grant her some insight. She truly felt inadequate when comparing her knowledge and familiarity with medicines with the vast expanse of resources before her. It wouldn't be so daunting had she actually been able to recognize more than half of the items she saw!

She snapped out of her musings, returning to the two males and handing over the bottle to Aemon, curiosity and excitement bubbling inside in spite of her pitying thoughts.

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Seth

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



Petra

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

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

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



Babble

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

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

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



Akhira

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

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



Luna

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

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

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

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

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Nadiya placed the bottle of crimson liquid on the table beside the bowl, stepping back enough so Aemon would have room to work and show them how to use the foreign liquid he had asked her to fetch. As the alchemist finished cleaning off the wounded wolf-boy, he gave a brief history lesson that sounded similar to what little she herself had heard.

Nadiya recalled how her parents lamented the loss of the old king a few times during her life, sighing as Aemon did while they commended his virtue in contrast to the new governing bodies. She had only ever heard stories, and from what little she had heard, it sounded as though the former monarch was as fair and just as Aemon made him out to be. She vaguely wondered if the elderly alchemist had ever met the former king. She was certain her parents never had due to being nowhere near the capital, but was it possible anyone in the Raven home had known the last ruler? It was interesting to think about.

Her wandering thoughts were interrupted by Aemon's suggestion that Seth have some food. Her own belly began to gurgle slightly at the thought of food, the young woman just now realizing her hunger. After all, it had been a long journey indeed, and she hadn't eaten since the early morning. She had been so caught up in the excitement that she witnessed upon arrival that the thought of eating hadn't crossed her mind. Only now did it occur to her that she was rather famished. And the poor young male she had helped clean up looked even worse for wear- almost as if he had been starved! She bit her lip at his deplorable condition, wishing to help him in any way she could. No one should be hurt and hunted like that!

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Seth & Nadiya

Aemon looks at the bottle as Nadiya lays it down on the side of the desk and picks it up shortly after. "One moment" He adds as he reaches behind the desk and slides open the top most drawer, on the left side. To reveal to Nadiya a large brass bell held firm in its own felt block. It was a highly stylized thing, with a silver finish around the waist and a golden ball for its clapper. Aemon holds it by the wooden yoke and gives it a solid flick with his wrist. The bell resounds with a surprisingly sharp sound, one that calls out through the whole of the room and Seth could even hear a strange undertone that would otherwise go unnoticed by those with less an acute sense of hearing. Aemon lays the bell back on the top of the desk and proceeds to return to Seth's side, uncorking the top of the bottle in hand and motions for Nadiya to come closer.

"Alright, with how much cutting and bruising you have.. not to mention the arm itself. You will need about three drops and with that much, you will experience some side effects. Most of which are not really a problem save for one, you may experience some mild form of induced dreamlike state." He produces a dropper from the side of his satchel and draws out a small portion of the liquid in the bottle. Lifting Seth's chin lightly as he positions the dropper for him to imbibe from. Only to take the first liberty and let the first drop fall, landing it near center on Seth's tongue and the initial taste was enough to make the organ recoil as Seth got a sudden idea of what the liquid may be. The sweet taste and coppery taste was enough to give it away for him from the start as he immediately recognized it as blood and whether or not Aemon noticed a look of oncoming reluctance. He wrested Seth by the face, wrapping his large hand around almost his entire face and pressing the last two drops in before Seth could close his mouth. The reaction was enough to cause him to swallow the rest in response to having his face held so tightly and then he was released. "To be honest, everyone reacts differently to it. Though there are some similar cases to be see in all of those that do take it.. oh and don't be surprised if any old scars disappear in the next few days."

He lets Seth go as several knocks are rapped against the door frame behind them and only the two of them looked, leaving Aemon to keep his attention on Seth. The person standing there was one of the maids of the house, dressed in all the white and black dress. Her body was covered with a white shawl, that kept her identity covered and did not allow for even an inch of flesh to be seen. Aemon spoke and still kept his attention on his guest "Please head to the kitchen and find my two guest here a meal, something a bit more filling would be nice." She did not even speak, only a slight bow of her head and she was off, with the door shutting soundly behind her.

Annabelle & Petra

Several moments pass as the rain continues to fall out on the front lawn of the massive home and the guards pull away after checking the drivers paperwork and having a quick word from the assistant. One paired up at the door to the carriage and allowed her to exit, helping her down as she stepped. In retrospect at this point they were all more relaxed now and many of which had returned back to where they came from. Only two now remained as the assistant was lead away and Annabelle was taken inside as the large oaken doors began to swing wide. Letting her see the lavish front room of the house and the two bodies conversing near the fountain in the center of the room.

She was lead into the foyer and the guard with her was motioned for by one of the people at the fountain that she could see was wearing a similar uniform. The man leaned in to give his ear to the guard with Annabelle and when the two passed words he sent the first away. The woman with him looking at Annabelle with only scant passing interest for the time being. Only for the other guard, the only one in the room with no helmet on to speak up. "Lady Annabelle?.. Apologies, but we were not expecting you until tomorrow afternoon." He gave a slight bow with his posture and stared back at her. "I am Captain Stern, its a pleasure to make your acquaintance." As he looked back at her, she could see that despite being a man. His features were highly effeminate, such as plucked brows, styled hair and even the structure of his own face made him look more a woman than her.

Akhira

Faust looks at Akhira as she asked him what was to come for the time being as he began to wring his hands lightly and looked around the room for a moment. Only to place a hand on her shoulder and walk with her, only coursing her slightly as they moved. He lead her through the smithy she passed through before, only this time the woman from before was gone and the several sounds of work could be heard from a room beyond the forge. Faust looked down at her for a moment "I must be honest, it is good to see another one of my kin here. Despite your apprehension I hope you come to enjoy what it is you find in this place.. so many possibilities." He leads he through another set of doors on the opposite of the forge and into a dimly lit hallway. The pace they kept was slow as he trudged along and she was having to take two steps to keep up with one of his own. The smell of blood was strong here, so it must of been one of the causeways that they used to move a majority of the fighters around. "For now, I suggest you stow your anger and focus that potential into something more productive to your case. I would hate that Kenner might have to remove you from the house..." It was about this time that despite his relationship and position in the house, that Faust was not wearing a ribbon like all the others that she had seen. The only others that didn't wear theirs were the guards and even then it was not entirely a given for them as well.

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Upon hearing the girls belly rumble, Seth couldn't help but let out a soft laugh before his own grumbled far louder than hers. He stifled his laugh when he was the one who might be laughed at. It was true that he had been starved the entire trip. Upon thinking about it, he couldn't really remember when his last meal really was, or even what it was. It intrigued him how his memory seemed almost hazed over by some dense fog. When the bell rang it snapped him out of thought. What was that thing? It had an odd sound.... similar to how one gets a strange after taste, this sound left an after sound.

"When you say dreamlike side effect, what exactly do you mean?" He asked but before he could get a response the first drop hit his tongue and he immediately wanted to recoil from it. Blood was a taste that he thought he knew all too well, much to his dismay. It saddened him that he knew it so well that he felt he should hit himself for not knowing it from the smell either, although he assumed the container blocked smell rather well. But why would he use blood in order to help him? Was it some special blood from some beast that gave it special healing properties? He couldn't understand it.

Upon hearing the knocks his attention shifted. There stood someone in a uniform he couldn't recognize, coming from a world where maids and servants were not a part of daily life. Only the killers and the killed existed. But now this odd person stood before him nonetheless. When he tried to smell, he noticed two things. One, the being either had no scent whatsoever, or it was being blocked somehow. The other, was that his sense of smell seemed to be leaving him temporarily; perhaps a side effect, but all his senses now seemed dull. His mind was not as sharp either. It took him longer than it should have to think things. It was almost as if he was no longer sober. Trying to relax, he tried to come up with some material for conversation but found even that ability lacking. He could only look with an anxious look and hope one of the other two had something they wanted to say.

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Nadiya felt her face flush in embarrassment at the loud rumbling emanating from her belly, and from the laughter from the wolf-boy. Her only consolation was that he soon stopped once his own belly signaled it's emptiness. She glanced over as the bell was rung, curious to see what it meant.

Before she could find out, Aemon's voice brought her attention back to him and the young man she was trying to help along with the alchemist. The red liquid was something that wasn't named (aside from what was printed on the bottle: Vitea), but he did say it would produce a rather uncommon side effect. Sure, some ingredients and things could cause drowsiness, but dreamlike state? She wanted to ask what the liquid was made from, but all that came from her lips was a gasp at how Aemon all but shoved it down the throat of the poor wolf-boy. The younger male struggled and tried to recoil- at the taste she presumed- but seeing his discomfort earned a slight nagging worry. Why did he need to be so rough? Surely it couldn't be that painful to swallow? And the young man wasn't a child who would stubbornly refuse something even if they were told it was for their own good. So why? It was only three drops, so there was no risk of him aspirating, but seeing him so crudely manhandled to take a medicine was distressing to see.

It was over before she could protest and ask Aemon to stop, and then a set of knocks reached her ears, causing her to instinctually turn towards the sound. Evidently, the bell was to call a...servant? Maid? Nadiya couldn't tell, but whoever- or what ever, was under those layers of cloth was eerily silent, but they bowed their head and wordlessly began to lead the way. She and her unnamed companion were prompted by Aemon to follow the servant to get some food. She had to admit, the thought was an appealing one, and with a quick bow of her head in gratitude to the alchemist, she followed the silent stranger out.

As they walked in silence, Nadiya glanced anxiously over at the wolf-tailed young man. Would he be ok? He had been very badly injured and malnourished, and was walking around without assistance. Did he need or want some? Was he still in pain? Should she have let him rest and tried to bring back food for him? And what had happened back with the red liquid...

"A-are you ok? Do you need to lean on me at all? Not feeling dizzy?" Nadiya asked softly, trying not to announce to the halls and anyone in them that he was injured lest he be self-conscious. Lowering her voice even more, she hesitated before asking the question that had been bugging her since they left Aemon.
"If I may ask, what did he give you, do you know? How are you feeling- he didn't hurt you, did he?"

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In his drowsy, unfocused state, he was unable to truly think for himself at this point. Only acting on impulse, he copied Nadiya's gestures and followed behind the maid. He didn't know what else to do. Had he been in a normal state, he would have thanked the alchemist graciously and made it clear he would like to repay him in any way that he could for his troubles. But no such thing came from his mouth. He simply walked alongside Nadiya with his eyes watching the ground.

When she began to speak, moments passed before he finally looked over to her to acknowledge what she was saying. He noticed her eyes, which seemed pure and innocent. He thought they had not yet been tainted by the atrocities that the world hold in store for any soul unfortunate enough to meet them. Something that would make him smile awkwardly towards her before his foot caught a small lip in the tile and he almost tumbled forward to the ground. This was enough to break him from his thoughts and answer her.

"S-sorry, I guess the medicine made me lose my train of thought?" He lied about what he was thinking for the moment, though he wasn't sure why he hid the information. "I don't think I'm dizzy.... I'm sure I'm fine. I wouldn't want to trouble you more than I have already anyways. I've already stressed you enough I believe." He looked down in distaste, "I think it was blood.... but I'm not sure what else was in it, if anything. It was definitely uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt too much.... and I'm sure it will take away a lot more pain that I may have dealt with in the future."

Despite what he said, his head did start to feel light the more he spoke and he tried to hide it. As negative as the effect of talking was, he didn't want to stop. He felt so alone on his trip, and he thought things might change soon, but that they hadn't yet. The loneliness still crept on the back of his mind and just being around someone compassionate and not someone mean and hateful kept it at bay. He couldn't let it come back; it was a powerful thing. Something that attacked his psyche more than he could have imagined and he couldn't afford much more of it. It was like a silent killer, working from the inside out.

"Say, Nadiya?..." His words were cut short by them reaching wherever the maid was leading them.

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Petra & Annabelle

Stern was quick to see that the two woman were at least getting along with some ease, though he could see that there was some form of latent tension in the air as well. Though from the fact that the two words they came from were normally a clashing aspect, or their own personalities were not such a clean match was yet to be seen. He clapped his hands together in what could be described as a form of excitement and smiled. "Its good to see that the two of you are getting along so well, not to mention a common interest. Its not usual that such a thing happens with new arrivals and I am at least glad I could be of assistance." Stern replaces his helmet and unlatches the mask from behind his sword before hooking it to the mount on his helmets frame. An action that further removed him from the look of the other guards.

His helmet was made of an entirely different metal and the girls eyes could possibly peg it out as platinum, an extremely rare metal in this day and age. Not to mention that the left face was covered in swerving golden stems, made to look as though they were rose petals. It was off putting however that when the mask was off his face, the mask was entirely hollow and its eyes did not bar sight. However as he placed it upon his head, the eyes of the mask darkened and keep them both from seeing into the helmet, no matter their proximity or angle.

"For now though, I think its time I take the two of you to you're rooms and have you get a good nights rest. Master Kenner is rather keen on keeping a tidy schedule and I believe tonight has already thrown enough wrenches in that gear for the time being." He beckoned for the two girls to follow him as he began to walk down the hall leading away from the front door of Raven Home.

Seth & Nadiya

At the maid lead the two down a southern facing hall, they both could smell an immense amount aroma coming to meet them and it was easy to tell that they were now somewhere near the kitchen. Because the smell of fresh food being cooked was still in the air and some rather pungent spices were now in the air. The maid offered them a door and allowed them to move through. What was before them seemed to be a formal meeting room, with very lax decorations and a singular table in the middle with two lamps on both opposite sides of the room. This kept the room well lit, though it was easy to see that the light in the room was somewhat lower in intensity than many of the others.

The maid on the other hand disappeared through another door on the far edge as she beckoned them to sit and as they both did, Seth was quick to notice the wounds on his left arm were now gone. Closed without a sensation to indicate so and even a small scar that once dotted his elbow was now gone, leaving him only the memory of such an event. He did not have time to share this face with Nadiya in fact, seeing as an eruption of noise came from beyond the door that the maid had taken and a voice quickly followed. "Are you kidding? I tell them all the time.. no off hour orders, its hard enough being in charge for the meals of over three thousand people. But no... I have to cater to whoever missed their meal.. go.. get going." the voice was that of a woman's and soon the two were somewhat caught off guard with several crashing noises were following the flow of the conversation. Not to mention several loud metallic clashing sounds that proceeded as well.

Seth could smell a meal approaching and as he focused on the door in the back, the maids form began to push through with plates in hand. Aside from that though, that was not what drew the attention of the two. Instead it was the steak skewer that was sticking out of the poor woman's face, creating a very clean hole in the from of her veil and held secure by its lodging. Though it seemed that the maid was not bothered by this fact, instead all she did was approach the table and place the two plates in from of the two. Leaving them both to be dumbstruck with her condition while she turned to away and fixed them both a glass of tea. Only returning when she was done and placing them next to each respective plate, as a maid doing her proper work should do. She gave a slight bow before stepping back against the wall and stopping, as it was obvious she was waiting for the two to finish. The implement still jutting from the face of her veil, no blood, no discomfort to be found on her form.

The meals were rather decent, though it was easy to discern that it was the cooks prerogative to make them as such. A kind of pheasant, with cranberry sauce and mixed vegetables. Along with two sweet rolls and a small glass bowl of melted butter sitting between them both.

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Her companion's words earned a dismissive wave of her hands and head, prompting the country girl to reassure the wolf boy. "Oh please don't think that! It's really no trouble, you can't help it that you were so badly hurt! If anything you should be resting and waiting for someone to bring you food." Such a polite young man! Nadiya hoped he was ok to walk around as he was, and kept close just in case he should collapse or need assistance.

The answer to her curiosity earned a small gasp of shock, looking over at the male in disbelief. Nadiya felt her eyes widen at the words from the wolf tailed young man, a hand to her lips in shock. Blood? Why on earth would Aemon give the young man blood? That sounded horrible, and sent a slight shudder of revulsion down her spine. Could it actually be blood? But blood had a very distinctive scent and taste, so she couldn't imagine mistaking anything for the liquid.

Still sufficiently disturbed by the revelation, Nadiya looked upon the dining hall with awe, not even seeing the maid vanish into the kitchens. She soon found herself worried again, glancing uncertainly over at the kitchen door as agitated shouting could be heard. She really didn't want to be a bother, and the cook's complaints were perfectly valid. "Perhaps we should say something...?" she murmured softly, debating going inside and telling them she didn't need food now.

Before she had the chance to make her final decision and approach the servants, the maid from before came out with plates and tea. But to Nadiya's horror, a steak skewer was protruding from the veiled face of the maid, a mortified gasp escaping her lips at the sight. Why was she so calm?! She stared in shock at the poor maid as she brought out food and continued as if nothing was amiss. No blood could be seen, nor was the mysterious woman showing any sign of pain, but the sight finally prompted Nadiya to stand up and approach- inwardly scolding herself for not reacting quicker when the maid was in obvious need of help!

"Miss! Please sit down at once! You musn't ignore such an injury!" Nadiya looked to the wolf boy, about to ask him for some supplies when she realized he didn't know either- he was just as new as she was. Facing the maid once more, she tried to keep herself calm and composed- just as she did with her siblings. It wouldn't help anyone to be anxious in such a situation. If she was anxious, she couldn't show it. "Where can I get some towels and bandages? I'll help you, so please don't worry...it'll be ok."

The young woman was so focused on trying to tend to the wounded maid that she even failed to notice others arriving in the dining hall.

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Seth sat down in a seat as the maid motioned and waited patiently. His ears twitched before he heard the loud yelling and clanging of metal. When Nadiya asked if they should do something, he could only look at her innocently and shrug; he had no clue what they were even aloud or not aloud to do. Perhaps the kitchen was an off limits area he thought. But he did consider that poking his head in and dismissing any food that was about to be prepared wouldn't hurt.... But he was too late, as the maid came back to the door. Once the maid was through the door, he didn't notice at first the protusion, perhaps because it was directly aimed at him and made it far less visible? But he certainly heard his companions sounds of horror. He looked to her and asked, "what's wrong!?" Before looking back to the maid to ask her something when he finally noticed the skewer as well. Shocked at first, he started to realize something. He was on the tip of discovery, but couldn't quite reach it. But he was aware of one fact; these maid were not 100% natural humans. Something had been modified or these beings were not of the human race to begin with. Which was the case, he was not sure of. But if something didn't bleed, it was certainly not a human anymore.

He saw Nadiya look back at him, like she was about to ask something and dismissed her own thought. She began trying to ask the maid questions so she may help, which was nice. To show compassion to every thing, good or evil, living or not, this girl seemed like a factory for the stuff. She was the kindest person he had ever met in his life. Rivaling even.... his head started to sting, memories trying to surface but trapped, as if the surface were glazed over by a thick ice. He pushed it aside and spoke to her.

"Miss Nadiya, I can understand how you feel entirely, but I don't think normal first aid will this person; I think we can do almost nothing to help, but I don't think this maid requires our help either. She appears to be doing very well for someone in her position. Perhaps we should hurry and eat so that she may take us to wherever our quarters are and let her leave. The master may be upset if she doesn't complete her duties and I don't want to get her in trouble. But the longer we take the longer she has to stay waiting on us. It would be better for her if we were to hurry." He tried to give a warm smile, sort of succeeding. He knew that if Nadiya was true to her nature, she might be upset with his decision, but that this was the best way to go in order for the maid to be left alone to fix herself or see whoever took care of these maids as soon as possible, and to not get her in trouble with whoever was in charge here. He thought the latter might just be worse than the first, calling on his experience with his previous 'masters,' who did far worse for far less provocation. Master was a term he would be fearful of and try to stay away from now.

He began to eat his food in large bites, trying to hurry. Before long it was all gone, finishing with the glass of tea. For a moment, he thought he had taken food or drink down the wrong tube as he once heard a human say, as he started to cough and felt something in his throat. He covered his mouth and the coughing eventually went away. But, it left behind a trace in the form of a small splotch of red on his hand. He grimaced, but realized Nadiya may notice and immediately put his hand in his lap with the other over top of it and lost his previous expression, trying to replace it with a happier one. "I'll have to go see aemon later... might be another side effect...." he whispered to himself.

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Character Portrait: Luna Marquise Grimm Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Babble Character Portrait: NPC - Raven Loft Character Portrait: Nadiya Darzi Character Portrait: Akhira Character Portrait: Seth Crysta Character Portrait: Petra Malach Character Portrait: Annabelle James

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




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

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

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

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

Luna

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Luna Marquise Grimm Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Babble Character Portrait: NPC - Raven Loft Character Portrait: Nadiya Darzi Character Portrait: Akhira Character Portrait: Seth Crysta Character Portrait: Petra Malach Character Portrait: Annabelle James

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

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Safiya Isren Character Portrait: Master Kenner Character Portrait: Babble Character Portrait: NPC - Raven Loft Character Portrait: Akhira Character Portrait: Seth Crysta Character Portrait: Petra Malach Character Portrait: Annabelle James

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Babble

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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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


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

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

I am one.

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It took a while for Nadiya to calm down from the sight of a skewer sticking from the maid's face, but after much fretting and some coaxing from the wolf-tailed boy, she finally began to resume her normal composure- albeit somewhat anxiously. Her companion did have a point- the servant didn't seem in the least bit concerned: she wasn't bleeding, nor were there any signs of suffering. It was with some reluctance she let the issue drop at last, somehow managing to eat.

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Nadiya followed the guard as requested, wondering what it was that she was being led to. She debated asking the guard about it, but refrained from doing so. This world was much different than what she was used to, and she wasn't entirely sure what was proper. What if she inadvertently offended her escort?

The large room she was led to earned a small gasp of surprise, taken away by the vastness of what could only be described as an auditorium of sorts. It was elegant and yet built with comfort and purpose in mind. The room was filled with a decent sized crowd, and more individuals continued to enter. The young woman glanced around, searching for any familiar faces (though she wouldn't expect many). Feeling more than slightly apprehensive in such strange surroundings and without any companions, she caught sight of someone waving...at her? Looking carefully, she noticed it was the young man from the day before. He looked better than before, and she waved back, smiling at him in relief. Perhaps she would talk to him later.

A minute later, the dragon-girl from before was led into the room,and the door was closed with an audible thud. Nadiya looked up at the stage to see the master of the house, and the eerie woman from before. She frowned, recalling how the woman had attacked the dragon- girl the day prior, and seeing her again was unpleasant. What kind of person was that? Unfortunately, it seemed she and the Master Kenner were very close- cozy even. She wondered about his taste. It was not any of her business, obviously, but she couldn't help but be slightly unnerved by his apparent fondness for the violent woman. Even if there was another side to the creepy individual, it would not be easy for Nadiya to overlook her other actions.

Nadiya returned her attention to Kenner as he began to speak. A welcoming assembly for new servants it seemed. His words were strong and sure, but they were reasonable enough. She had assumed his word was law, so no surprise there. And it was convenient to bring them together to get acquainted with the others.

Nadiya's amenability began to wither as soon as the woman began to speak, nearly cringing at the words. Her mannerisms were far more unpleasant, and Nadiya felt her anxiety and doubts begin to return. What exactly had she gotten herself into? Surely the master didn't assume they would act like criminals? She would have to make sure her situation was understood! She wasn't going to act out. And she had yet to discuss a price- so perhaps if he couldn't give her family enough, she'd try to find a soluton elsewhere.

Soon enough, the master had said his piece, and she immediately stood up, ready to approach Kenner regardless of his proximity to the unpleasant woman. Before she could make good on her desire to clarify her situation, one of the people gathered voiced a question, and Nadiya found herself facing the pair on stage with rapt attention, wary of the answer.