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    The half-celestial stayed with her for sometime, eventually pulling out of Avis information of herself. Knowing that it was either talk, or be left in loneliness forever, Avis eventually opened up. The way she saw it, by at least playing to Ventrua's likes, it would put her in good stead with Vitruvion. Apparently something was occurring in Ventrua's mind to let her like Avis, as she got up half an hour into the conversation and went to get Avis food herself. The kenku devoured it hungrily.

    And told her of her past.

    She told her about her older, but young at the time, brothers​, who had been called up when she was just an infant to war. Owing to their father's grand warrior prowess a lot was expected from them. She told her that unfortunately they never lived up to the expectations however, and between them and their father trying to rescue the sons, the war was lost owing to Avis' family - the Tsakaka. She also told her of her family's time in the wilderness, as one of the kegareta, the classless and shogun-less, and of her father's death. Then she told her briefly, of her mother and her great skill in baking, that which had given Avis her own baking passion. In memory of her mother, a fighting spirit in memory of her father. Twin daggers in honour of the brothers she hardly met.

    "I see," Ventrua nodded, when Avis had finished. "So you are still looking out for revenge."

    "I'll never get revenge against the shogun of the flock I was born into," Avis said, looking directly at her. "That is very unlikely now."

    Ventrua slowly shrugged. "You don't know what opportunities being a part of this world might lead you to. My brother has business outside of here you know, and Blaze has certainly gone beyond these walls."

    "So he trusts her not to try to escape?"

    The other woman laughed. "No, he ensures that she doesn't."

    Grimly, Avis nodded and their conversation lasted a short few more minutes. Ventrua excused herself, and Avis knew it was very likely word of her past would reach Vitruvion in some near future. She tried for a short while longer to test the chain that bound her to the bed, and got up on order to test how far it would go. The answer was two feet. Not far enough from her to the door, but far enough to go and sit in the chair that Ventrua had done.

    For the sake of change, Avis did just this, hobbled but with enough energy now to drag the chair where she wanted it. Leaning back in it she gazed up at the ceiling. She found that the great swathes of material were mostly likely silk, and they all joined at a central point in the roof. From there they spread out to the four rough corners and sides of the room, making the otherwise dungeon-esque room look more like a parlour. On the sides of the room, then, the tapestries dangled, and Avis could see that they were mostly the same deep red colour. The tapestries were also of similar designs, consisting all of natural scenes, rich with trees, and animals - deer, rabbits, birds. A lake appeared in one, and had a unicorn drinking at the edge. It was near the unicorn's tail which Avis first saw the border of the tapestry, and then the strange straight line in the wall of the room.

    It was like a faint crack in the universe, with the tile-like bricks, all painted the same white as outside, lining up to make an edge about six foot in height. Frowning, Avis tried to spy other areas where the wall was exposed in the room - where the torches were, for instance - but saw nothing like this irregularity. She thought that it was just the way the bricks came together - but then she realised that it would be idiotically unstable to let a series of stones lie thus.

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    Her answer just to what it was was answered in a strangely fortunate short time. As things in the universe go, there is an unwritten law that a new novelty which you experience will more than likely appear sometime in the recent future. It was thus with Avis, and it came in the form of two of the lackeys with quarterstaffs walking in, as well as the one she recognised as Bertran.

    Uneasily, she sat up in the chair, suddenly alert as a rush of energy came into her. Tensing, she watched as the door was carefully shut behind them, and they began approaching her with silent footfalls. Avis rolled her hands into light fists, ready to fend off any attempt to make her go into that room again. She had experienced enough pain for one day, and was hopeful that Vitruvion would not want her again soon.

    "Afternoon," Bertran nodded to her as he stopped by the end of the bed. He looked at the way the chain was extended, across the gap, taut.

    "What?" Avis stared at him, "I am allowed to relax."

    The pale human just shrugged and walked over to her. "Sure. Whatever. Time to get ready, however."

    "Ready for what?" she hissed.

    "For tonight."

    He shrugged and came to stand right before her. Right in punching distance, where she was sure she could get an easy and powerful blow right to his jaw. Maybe even break it. He would smart, maybe even bleed if her claws caught and be stupidly dazed enough for her to even attempt to get past the other two ...

    But then her ankle was still changed to the bed. Damn.

    Narrowing her eyes she watched as the other men, armed and ready with their stout, long pieces of wood began to approach her. Darkly, she growled.

    "I am not doing anything tonight."

    "Do you want me to go and get Vitruvion so you can tell him that yourself?" Bertran faced her fully, staring right at her, taking on some of the darkness that usually swirled within her own eyes.

    The thought of the cold magical metal, the freeze of terror and hurt -the same chill, she realised now she had felt with Ventrua's hand, though for a softer purpose - came into Avis' memory. Narrowing her pitch black eyes she did not answer the human, nor make an attempt to currently hit him. She knew she needed to be in a better situation ... at least unhooked from the bed stead, that would be a start.

    When her look conceded her dislike of the idea of fetching their master, Bertran smirked in an imitation of his (probably) superior Raevin, and turned to the side from her to look at her ankle. As his cronies moved in closer, the human began to bend down towards her foot, and Avis began to ready herself. Apart from the ankle she was fully free - no muzzle, nothing cuffing her hands, no restraint ...

    It was a bad thing his body had been in the way. For Avis felt, suddenly, her right ankle - the one not attached to the wooden bed frame, tugged upon and jerked. Luckily she was sitting down, for the sudden movement might have floored her. Twisting around to gain the right angle, she raised an elbow and brought it slamming down into the small of Bertran's back. As the man collapsed, so did she too, forwards and winded as a blow from a quarterstaff reacted in the same way she had.

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    With the breath knocked out of her, Avis wheezed for the moments as she felt her arms, used to cause the elbowing injury, slip down. The form that had been beneath them moved, sliding out from near her feet. Haziness could be seen, and a lack of clear certainty as she tried to gain her bearings and even stutter a curse.

    "Ff-fuck you," she moaned.

    The knock had truly been harsh.

    Strong hands then grabbed around her upper arms and began to lift her from the chair. The chain that had attached her to the bed seemed to have gone, for she was certainly being raised into the air far from it. Still, though, there was the quiet clinking of linked metal, and Avis sucked in several heavy breaths before she was dragged too far and not able to get her own say in where she went.

    Blinking heavily she took in fresh oxygen and bit back the large throb of pain that still resounded over her back. Looking over to the right she saw one of the lackeys bearing her with both his hands around her arm, his qaurterstaff neatly tucked under his arm. She snapped her beak together with distaste and ground her feet claws into whatever earth they could find. So far they had simply been limp, pulled along with the rest of her body.

    As soon as she had managed to find some floor to grip upon - the edge of a tile, she thought by the shape and texture - Avis lifted up her head, and began to fight back. She bucked her hips and shoulders, and for a moment the men holding her paused. They looked down with passionless eyes, one of them letting go with one hand to take his qaurterstaff up. Avis growled deeply, glaring back at him, daring him to try it as she prepared to swing up a leg, a kick, a jab, a knee ...

    Chii-unk.

    Her leg went only part the way. Not very far at all, as the tinkle of the chain seemed to stop. Glancing down Avis felt her breath, once more, hold in her chest, as she saw that her ankle still had the manacle secured around it. Connected to the chain. Connected to - she tilted her head - her other ankle.

    Great, she thought.

    Thwunk.

    Across her abdomen this time. Not as hard by any degree, but still as punishing​. Twisting up in pain and disgust, she cursed them some more, as they continued on their way. She stumbled as they went faster than her short hobble would allow, and as her eyes upturned again she saw Bertran appear in her sight. The pale man grinned like a serpent, and set about running a hand down the strangely even six-foot line in the wall. His fingers moved, and then in a few microseconds he let a hidden door rumble open, a thin layer of stone, it seemed.

    Behind it there was a darkness, but this was quickly lit as Bertran continued to move. His hand flickered and Avis was forced towards the previously hidden room. Her heart hammered as she began to imagine what nightmares lay beyond. A bed that was just a metal frame. A rack, one from truly torturous obliettes. An iron maiden ...

    A bathroom.

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    Her eyes blinked, quite surprised and she stopped fighting. She saw a fashionable toilet hole, with a wooden top to the end. There was a font, connected to a pipe. There was also a large brass bath, already apparently filled with steaming water, and around it were the finest soaps and lotions from over the continent.

    The two qaurterstaff men pushed her inside. Bertran took place between the doorway and them, pausing as he fixed eyes on her. He seemed amused by her shock and surprise.

    "You have an hour. Wash well, Master Vitruvion wants you truly clean. There's towels, combs ... Anything you should want in there," he pointed to a long wooden cupboard that Avis had not noticed before. "And if you wish to know, this door is the only one into here." He nodded.

    She fixed a black stare at him and he paused, nodded again and began to close the door.

    "Hey!" She yelled, eyes widening at the thought of just leaving her there.

    Bertran looked back at her. "What?"

    "Am I supposed to bathe with these?" she gestured with an intense movement to the fetters on her clawed feet.

    A small smirk came to Bertran's face. "Have a nice bath, Stare," he said, and he closed the door without so much as a further word.

    Leaving her in there, in silence. Lit by the single flittering flame of a large candle placed in a holder by the door.

    Avis took a moment, and then began to immediately assess her surroundings. Bertran had said the hidden door was the only entrance in or out, but then he would never say if there was another. Besides, she decided, there must have been some way that the bath was filled without her knowing.

    And so she set about a good ten minutes of running her hands over the walls, pressing almost every stoney tile within reach. Even behind the bath and sink. But after the time, she came to the conclusion that if there was something she was not going to easily find it today.

    After all she only had an hour. And despite the fact it was Vitruvion​ who was ordering her to wash, and Avis wanted to be as irritating as possible to him, there was no way of pretending that she desperately wanted to wash her feathered body. Too many icons of dirt had wangled their way between her plumage and the spare time she had meagrely spent digging her beak into those crevices in order to clean did not still amount to a full wash.

    Therefore, grumbling about the hobble she had, and awkwardly arranging herself because of them, the kenku lowered herself into the hot bath and forced herself to relax. Using her claws as well as her beak she set about making her feathers glistening and spotless. As much as acting as a bird as well as a humanoid she washing thoroughly, even spending time ruffling out her short and unaimable tail feathers.

    After that she shook and used a towel to dry off. She was half way through preening her feathers that were formed around her small breasts when the door was unexpectedly opened once more. She immediately spat a little, cackling a few dark words in her native cawing tongue of Avian.

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    It was not Bertran but Raevin this time, and he leant on the door, eyebrow raised as he listened to her chatter. He stood mostly in the way of the view of the room, concealing it from sight. Combing through feathers at the side of her head she glared at him.

    "What? Never heard Avian before, elf?"

    He shook his head, a very honest look in his eyes. "No. Not once. You're not a very common species."

    "We are back home," she said, standing up now to her full height.

    He blinked a couple of times, a faint amused look on his face. "As is everyone. Now, are you dry?"

    "If I say no, will you close the door and leave me be for a couple more hours?"

    The look on his face told her that it was not likely. Clacking her beak together she growled.

    "Was with a try."

    Raevin let the amusement continue in his face for a while longer. Then he moved back and gestured. "Shall we?"

    Avis' eyes darkened and she refused to move, hugging her arms around her form.

    The elf let his arm fall. "Stare. This would be easier if you followed orders a little more."

    Still she kept her ground, retreating even, further back into the bathroom, letting the chain of her hobble clink lightly against the ground.

    "I'm going to offer this to you one last time, Stare, and then my kindness will end."

    "When have any of you ever been kind?" She retorted.

    Raevin sighed and raised a hand. He gestured to a being or a light around the edge of the doorway. After moving back Avis could not see what was going on but she knew it could not be pleasant. Nothing of this was. Every moment another person stepped into the room bad things happened. Excepting Ventrua. She just made the situation feel horribly eternal and hopeless.

    One man, then another came into the bathroom. They filled the small space as Avis hissed and spat at them. The face of one she recognised as that she had mauled the previous day - the great wound on his cheek still blared. As their eyes met, he jeered, and raised his hands to reveal a small but brutal club within them. Avis clacked her beak at him, and backed away as far as she dared. Heart hammering she hated the part of herself which began to ask if this was all worth it, if fighting was truly just a stupid action leading to more pain and scorn on her part. But that part was still tiny, and her rebellious nature still claimed her kenku soul.

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    The club-and-wound man waddled forwards, putting the club into one hand and reaching for her with another. As he did Avis tried to dart out with her beak, trying to injure him once more. All of her attention on him, however, made her regret the fact she had not remembered to keep an eye on the second, and assume he couldn't get that far in such a thin room.

    Eveidently he was skinny. For no sooner had she gone forth with her beak had her legs given away beneath her. She gasped as she fell back, right back onto the floor narrowly missing hitting her head off the wooden seat of the toilet. She began to scrabble, screeching in shock and agitation, before her feet were moved again, and not of her own accord.

    Looking down she saw the second man, a spindly elf, with his hands around the chain of her hobbles, sharply pulling on them so her ankles were dragged.

    She shrieked, though gently because of the surprise of a third tug, which dragged her right past the first man, sliding by his fat feet. As she made the grab his ankles he kicked her off and nudged her shoulder with the edge of his club, as if to say, 'Go on. Go on.'

    But she didn't want to go on. She wanted to stay. Therefore, the hands moved, the chains were tugged, and Avis was dragged through to the doorway. She tried to keep her dignity as much as she could as she fought, sitting up as much as was possible. Once at the door there was space for more men and more hands, reaching out to help grasp at her form. Raevin stood back, now entirely unamused as to before, arms folded. He pursed his lips and met her eyes as she was lifted up and over a huge man she had never seen's shoulder.

    She growled and hammered at the giant's back, her wrists slipping free of the many hands that tried to grasp at them. The heavy club from wound-face man remained at her back, present in its gentle but warning touches. The huge man who carried her, who had to be over seven feet, surely, continued on his purposeful way, ignoring her cries. Because of the way he carried her Avis' back was to the bed, and thus she did not see what awaited her there.

    Without ceremony, she was dumped on the bed. And immediately hands began setting to work. They grabbed her ankles, and shred them off their metal cuffs, only to replace them with softer, leather ones. Avis screeched and yelled at them, trying to sit up, but no sooner had she done so than her wrists were similarly grabbed. And treated to the same. There was only a brief sound of chains before she caught a glimpse of the more familiar rope.

    Tied. Pulled. Stretched. She cried out but it did nothing. Her eyes met Raevin's as he came to stand by her side as her arms and legs were pulled out to all four corners of the bed, her hatred for him not hidden.

    He smirked rather pleased as his men moved back. The ropes were taught, tied as tight as they would go, leaving Avis feeling like a piece of meat, stretched out for all to laugh at. As she dared to continue cursing him he shrugged and bent down to take something up. While she continued her jabbering he ducked towards her, shoving two hands around her beak before Bertran himself took up a form of rope and dropped it over them. A loop, a tug, a tightening, and this time her beak wasn't left slightly open. It was jammed tight shut, no less than three loops at different distances up it. The ends were tied behind her neck. She shrieked in a muffled, unrecognisable voice.

    "Fuck you," her voice cried​, the word fast becoming one of her favourite here, despite its connotations. "Fuck you ... Fuck you ... Fuck ..." The words dwindled to muffled shrieks.

    Her breathing was rough and irregular, born of anxiety and genuine fear. She knew what was likely to come, what 'Vitruvion wants you' meant. The men left swiftly, after binding her to the bed, in that way. Try as hard as she might they had also bound her well. Her stress remained, though it dissapated as time went on.

    Minutes. Long minutes. Possibly even an hour, and all she could do was stare at the ceiling, keep her words to herself.

    Eventually her eyes rolled closed. And they remained that way as she quietly heard the door open and soft footsteps slide in. The swiftly becoming familiar clink clink of the cane was light and barely sounding.

    Barely.

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    "Stare," came the rich voice. From her left.

    She kept her eyes closed, wishing he wouldn't try to talk. That, if he must, he would just get over with it and then leave.

    "Stare. Look at me."

    The voice had a line of soothing command in it. But, not wanting to, she shook her head ever so slightly.

    A sigh. Then pressure on the bed as he took a seat beside her, the mattress depressing. It would have made her roll if she hadn't been tied up like she was.

    Strangely, softly, there was the feel of a hand on her shoulder.

    "Ventrua told me everything you said to her. About your family, and where you come from. The legacy of your father as a warrior, the way you lost your brothers ... She told me you were all alone."

    Avis let out a strangled, pained noise from her throat. She didn't want to talk about her family, she didn't want to remember them right now. Her father had died from old age, then her mother from sorrow, a broken heart. After that, the group of kegareta, the kenku outcast class, she had been part of had offered for her to stay but - but no. She couldn't at the time. There had been too many memories, too much horror and sadness and tears. She didn't want to talk about it today.

    His breath appeared warm, gentle by the place her ear should be. "Stare. You need not be alone anymore. You are mine. You have a new family."

    At that idea, her eyes flashed open. They were dark, horrific, condemning. How dare he even suggest that here she could get something as close as what her and her parents had been. What the short few months she remembered with her brothers had been like. How dare he? She had begun to believe that her relationships at the Dwarven Bakery could lead her thus, to open up to a new type of family but here? The same feelings? He had to be crazy.

    Vitruvion was sitting by her head, and his eyebrows were raised at her. His jaw noticeably tightened. He sat up slightly and looked at her with disappointment.

    "Fine. Keep that muzzle of yours," his tone was spiteful, brutal and hard. He shoved her face away, harshly and disappointedly. "Don't even try to make this easier. Don't even try."

    He stood up with a foul mood written in his features, and began to, with a savage irritation, work on the fabric tied fashionably at his throat.

    "You're a disappointment, Stare," he hissed. "You had potential, and now ... Well."

    The fabric fell to the floor. His cane had gone, elsewhere, so that he would work in his clothes.

    "Well. I can say that I am truly disappointed."

    Gloves. Boots. Belt.

    "I'll have you come around, though," he promised to her. "I will. I am determined. I promise."

    He pulled his tunic up and over his head, leaving a bare, perfectly sculpted chest. Glistening.

    Avis looked away in disgust. He made a noise and continued to move, making the final few preparations.

    "But I warn you, don't permanently break. I will never forgive you then."

    Part One Ends.

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    "Stare," came the rich voice. From her left.

    She kept her eyes closed, wishing he wouldn't try to talk. That, if he must, he would just get over with it and then leave.

    "Stare. Look at me."

    The voice had a line of soothing command in it. But, not wanting to, she shook her head ever so slightly.

    A sigh. Then pressure on the bed as he took a seat beside her, the mattress depressing. It would have made her roll if she hadn't been tied up like she was.

    Strangely, softly, there was the feel of a hand on her shoulder.

    "Ventrua told me everything you said to her. About your family, and where you come from. The legacy of your father as a warrior, the way you lost your brothers ... She told me you were all alone."

    Avis let out a strangled, pained noise from her throat. She didn't want to talk about her family, she didn't want to remember them right now. Her father had died from old age, then her mother from sorrow, a broken heart. After that, the group of kegareta, the kenku outcast class, she had been part of had offered for her to stay but - but no. She couldn't at the time. There had been too many memories, too much horror and sadness and tears. She didn't want to talk about it today.

    His breath appeared warm, gentle by the place her ear should be. "Stare. You need not be alone anymore. You are mine. You have a new family."

    At that idea, her eyes flashed open. They were dark, horrific, condemning. How dare he even suggest that here she could get something as close as what her and her parents had been. What the short few months she remembered with her brothers had been like. How dare he? She had begun to believe that her relationships at the Dwarven Bakery could lead her thus, to open up to a new type of family but here? The same feelings? He had to be crazy.

    Vitruvion was sitting by her head, and his eyebrows were raised at her. His jaw noticeably tightened. He sat up slightly and looked at her with disappointment.

    "Fine. Keep that muzzle of yours," his tone was spiteful, brutal and hard. He shoved her face away, harshly and disappointedly. "Don't even try to make this easier. Don't even try."

    He stood up with a foul mood written in his features, and began to, with a savage irritation, work on the fabric tied fashionably at his throat.

    "You're a disappointment, Stare," he hissed. "You had potential, and now ... Well."

    The fabric fell to the floor. His cane had gone, elsewhere, so that he would work in his clothes.

    "Well. I can say that I am truly disappointed."

    Gloves. Boots. Belt.

    "I'll have you come around, though," he promised to her. "I will. I am determined. I promise."

    He pulled his tunic up and over his head, leaving a bare, perfectly sculpted chest. Glistening.

    Avis looked away in disgust. He made a noise and continued to move, making the final few preparations.

    "But I warn you, don't permanently break. I will never forgive you then."

    Part One Ends.

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    Name
    Shinsou Vaan Osiris
    Age
    31
    Race
    Human
    Gender
    Male
    Hair Color
    Brown
    Eye Color
    Gold
    Build
    6'0", 155lbs
    Job
    "Executor" (Leader) of the Brotherhood

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    "When we were young, was this the dream we had? We're celebrating nothing. We need to find our way back."

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