The Gilded Cage - Slaves in need

Amesha

a part of The Gilded Cage - Slaves in need, by Oborosen.

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Amesha is a part of The Gilded Cage - Slaves in need.

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NPC - Raven Loft [258] The non player characters of Raven Home.
Akhira [136] "A dragon is not a slave."
Master Kenner [127] Be warned little ones, because this world is full of things to satisfy desires both, divine and gross.
Babble [100] "Silence is golden."
Nadiya Darzi [87] "How may I help you?"
Luna Marquise Grimm [56] She is a common demon with a little something extra.....
Selakir [43]
Azai Laquil [34] Ooh, you are handsome. I could just eat you up. -Smirk-

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Character Portrait: NPC - Raven Loft Character Portrait: Selakir

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As they walked Selakir did what any proper servant would do and began to map out, memorize the path they were taking. She would need to know her way around without a lot of guidance if she was to prove her usefulness here. A good slave was attentive in all things including one's environment.

She noted but said nothing about the way her companion walked. She also made mental notes on the woman's constitution. The seemingly frail frame made Selakir wonder at the position the woman held and her abilities here. Surely she wasn't as Selakir had been, a consort among other things. Perhaps a performer, a diplomat for their master...

Selakir did not let herself muse on it long as it was not her job to speculate but to watch, listen and learn all she could.

"No-" The notion that she might be looking to cause trouble had not occurred to Selakir and now she panicked that it might be taken that way. What if it was reported back to the master and he thought her too much trouble-

The chuckle made Selakir relax, just enough to stop the stem of worried thoughts.

"His second, his wife?" Selakir was trying now to understand the power structure of this place. She had nothing against a wife for the master, her place was not to question or hold grudges but she did need to know who to serve and who to listen to. If Chlorra, the master's second was in charge of discipline then it was like she was also Selakir's master in a way. Not the same, of course but someone to be aware of and listened to.

"I do not wish to be punished and thus would like to know rules and possible punishments. It is easier to avoid crossing the boundaries when one is aware of them. I can learn as the days go. I am very good at observing." Eyes fell to the ground, showing her passivity.

"I only wish to know my place and do as is asked of me."

Eyes lifted as she took in her surroundings. Later she would go over all she could remember and map out the path in her mind over and over again.

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Selakir

"Wife? Oh no, I wouldn't be so bold as to put it as such." The Door opens once more as the lift clicks down on it's final stop and Selakir is lead out. The lone attendant bowing slightly as they both exited and closing the door. It's frame ascending back into the spire of the building as they walked away.

"All you must currently worry about right now is getting settled in" Alia adds with a pat on the back of the young elf's hand. Right as they both stop between a large number of paired doors. The one they stood in front of had the number 22 on it, with the other door being 24. A quick glance showed her that the pairing doors were on the other side of the hall and that each door was incrementally spaced. Showing that each door opened in the very edge of each of their respective rooms.
Alia turns the handle and pushes the oaken door open, allowing Selakir to enter first.

The room contained many of the same enmities that any other would contain. Despite being bare of decoration and any other embellishments. There was a bed, slightly larger in size than one needed for a singular person. A dresser sat along the wall with a small vanity sitting next to it, along with a second door. While there was actually a closet across the room from that one.

Despite what was already in the room, there was a considerable amount of floor space still available.

"I hope it's up to your liking. Though given how many come here with nothing, you'd probably need some time to adjust to all of this." She looks around for a moment and leans back to check the hall. "Strange, Peach was supposed to be here waiting for us. Though it does seem that she was able to get your quarters ready before we arrived."

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Babble

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: NPC - Raven Loft Character Portrait: Alexander Demaires Character Portrait: Selakir

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Alexander ~

He kept sorting his papers, forgetting there was another in the room with him. It happened often. Any pause, any silence and Alexander would be off into his own mind once more.

Selakir ~

Selakir frowned a little. A woman who was in charge but not the lady of the house? The concept felt foreign to her. The elf vowed to be on her best behaviour and to learn what she could about Chlorra.

Selakir memorized the doors, the hallways as they walked and when they stopped in front of room 22 she made a note. Her new space. She entered slowly when Alia opened the door. She noted the bed, generous in size. The dresser which Selakir would not need as her dress was gone and now she only owned what she wore. She slowly moved around the room taking it all in.

"It is more than what I need. Thank you." Selakir gave a slight bow of her head. "I do not own anything and I am used to much less space. It will take time, yes, to get used to it all."

She stood on the spot and slowly turned. She was noting the location of every piece of furniture from her location. She needed to be able to move about the room in day or night.

"Perhaps she was called away for a task." Selakir faced Alia once more and sat on the floor. "I will wait until I am summoned for a purpose. Thank you for showing me my space."

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"That explains more than a few things at this point."

"I should say that I'm surprised to see one such as yourself, but this is Raven home and you'll quickly find that there are many wondrous things here. Though I think we can give your assumption a try, if you ever have the inclination."


Akhira licked her lips and tried not to yawn. This feeling of being drained made her sleepy, reminding her of poison. The kind that you unknowingly take and begin to fall under it's sleepy death.

"Also; You may want to refrain from that in the future. Especially seeing as you're currently in hiding from the guards, as that will only serve to draw their attention. Because I doubt the master gave you full leave to wield such power without restraint."

The dragoness let out a small grumble under her breath. "Where's the fun in that?"

"Worse yet, that could lead to someone else finding you instead and many of the people on this floor don't have a easy time with someone like her around."

Akhira blinked, and was a tad bit confused before understanding dawned in her eyes. She was sure that the ink master was now speaking of Chlorra, and if she wasn't... there was someone more sinister and disgusting than the Necromancer herself? Either way, it was best to heed the Ink master's warning.

Akhira ducked her head in a rare show of acknowledging someone else's words and wrapped her hands around her belly, trying hard not to let the 'feeling of less' bother her.

If she ever found out how to remove the black ribbon on her arm.... The damage and chaos she would cause would be a delightful thing.

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Selakir

Alia looked at the young elf as she turned and giggled slightly. The jingle of the metallic wring coming through the grill on her mask, making a small harmonic tune. "I'm sure you'd have no issue coming to terms here. Many do and very few ever really have problems, even after coming from hard lives." She looked across towards the other door and approached it, setting her head to the wood. She gave a small sigh as she wrapped her knuckles against the wood twice. Only a rumble of noise to come barreling towards it. "Found her" Alia exclaimed as the door swung open and Peach came hopping through, spreading bits of cut paper, in varying colors.

Stood there with a gated stance, still somewhat heavy with breath as she rushed out. Apparently being caught in the middle of doing something and that something was apparently the making of a small sign, complete with colored streamers and leafy tassels.

The sign read "Welcome to your new home Sela.." in what appeared to be a stylized form of elven script.

So stylized in fact that it was somewhat hard to read at fist glance. While there she stood holding it out in front of her as proudly as she could. It took a moment for Selakir to even register that he made opposite of her was no longer wearing her veil and the reason for the script became even more apparent. Because she was apparently an elf as well. All smiles with bright turquoise eyes and straight blonde hair that looked to touch the small of her back.

Though it was obvious that she was a different kind of elf at one point in her life, then Selakir was. Her ears were longer, yet they've been clipped back at one point to be shorter. Like what someone would've done with certain breeds of dog. Her skin was flawless, save for a long faded scar that transected her mouth from one side and curved down her throat. Making it apparent why she used a form of sign language to speak and her appearance was complete with a wide smile. Revealing three silver teeth at the point where the scar touched her lip.

Alia spoke up as Peach took another breath, almost waiting to exhale on the instance. "It's very pretty Peach. But you really didn't have to go to such lengths."

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Akhira

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

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

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

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

Babble

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

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

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

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

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Akhira opened her mouth to let out a toothy dragon's yawn, finding it hard all of a sudden to focus on Purna. "There is no real need to be worried. She is just as locked to the rules as the rest of us and if you were to get comfortable here. You'd find that the rules are there for your own benefit in most cases."  The dragon snorted, trying hard not to let out retort.

"The ribbon you wear is a sign of your station here, just like everyone else's and given what you've been donned with. Given enough time, you'll be allowed to leave on trips that usually dignitaries are only sent on. Even being allowed to leave of your own accord, so long as you come back to check in from time to time." Akhira didn't know if she should feel so lucky. Kenner had already given her leave to stretch her wings whenever she wanted. It was actions like this that made Akhira confused. Was he just trying to confuse her even more? Ensnare her with his... charity?

"It's really not that bad. You could be much worse off at the very least. I'd for one never want to be just a maid, or a servant. Though I make no assumption that their lives are worse than mine. If you really want to see how bad it could be. I would suggest taking a look at those poor souls downstairs before making such brash decisions."

Akhira let out a small groan as she stood up to stretch, feeling more like herself with every movement. "Well, I guess I can look. Splendid chat." With that, the young dragon stood and walked out, ignoring the other beings in the room.

The hallway was as quiet as she left it, so she decided to keep it that way by moving silently on her toes. She checked every corner before turning, and once clear dashed through to the next. She didn't want to run into anyone. Especially not Kenner or the Necromancer. Though with her luck, maybe she'll run into both of them at once.

Akhira licked her fangs, suddenly remembering her starving stomach. How long has it been since she ate? Her claws found their way to her stomach as she fought the hunger pangs.

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Babble

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Akhira

After removing herself from the room, moving through the conversing bodies of the other inhabitants. Akhira finally found herself standing outside the door, it's smooth, wooden frame closing behind her as she left.

The upper halls were quiet, devoid of much life save for the random servant come to and fro, or two guards patrolling the halls coming by, shoulder to shoulder. The last set paying her no real mind as the marched on through, heading west, to east.
The southern hall is where she came from. It's only two doors being the music room that she had seen prior and the classroom for artist. Now the only paths left to her were the other directions and the one in which the last set of guards marched through. Was the exact same one that she'd come through earlier.

The only think she was left with now was the growling of her stomach. Even in these halls it threatened to be heard from what seemed like rooms away. Though aside from the music that arose from behind her, it became increasingly apparent that just trusting her ears in this place was going to be a difficult proposition. As she could already tell that any sound here was going to be playing with her in one fashion, or another.

Though there was one thing that she could easily trust, her nose. The smells of this place were profound enough to not lead her astray. She could easily pick up the traces of perfumes, oils, and lacquers that remained in the air. Did very little to disguise the other smells of fruits, meats, and spices that she could smell wafting in from the western halls far end. Though the distance of the small and the range she would have to go meant that she might have to guess where she'd end up along the way. Though, while it wasn't really akin to her style. Asking someone where she might find a bite to eat, might prove a bit more fruitful of an endeavor for her.

Then again, she could only see three doors up ahead in that specific hall. So it might not be that difficult at all.