Bella's New Master (Katina Tarask & Rosanthal)
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				Title: <strong>Bella's New Master (Katina Tarask &amp; Rosanthal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 20:03:38</strong>
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				It started out as another normal day for Bella.&nbsp; Or at least, what becomes normal for a slave on the market; people come, people go.&nbsp; The look at her like meet, like livestock, like an animal at a zoo, with interest, with disinterest, and after a while, their faces all blur together, punctuated by moments when bland gruel is served.&nbsp; Horrible stuff, but never enough.&nbsp; And then, the stream of people continues.&nbsp; This time, some man in a hooded cloak, but she doesn't get much of a look at him before the world starts spinning, and then, all goes black.<br><br>When the world comes back into focus, she's not chained in her cell.&nbsp; Instead, it feels like she's lying on some sort of table.&nbsp; Her surroundings are made of oak instead of stone, and far better-lit.&nbsp; Small creatures that look like they're made of wood fly overhead, carrying scrolls and books and beakers, and the room itself is filled with the intricate contraptions of what looks like some sort of arcane laboratory, and some of the equipment is bolted to her own table, having possibly been used on her.&nbsp; Aside from the machinations, there is a mirror that spans an entire wall, where Bella can see herself not in rags, but in a bright, white summer dress with a cute little pair of matching shoes.&nbsp; Around her neck is a delicate silver chain with some manner of emblem at the front, though at a tug, it's almost as if it's fused to her skin.<br><br>Before the mirror stands a tall, slender man wearing formal robes appropriate for a mage.&nbsp; His hair is long and dark, his features gentle.&nbsp; When he sees the woman beginning to stir, he smiles and kneels before her.&nbsp; "Greetings, m'lady.&nbsp; I am Archmage Casey Northfield, your host and master, and I welcome you to my humble tower."&nbsp; He takes her hand in his, where he plants one gentle kiss.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bella's New Master (Katina Tarask &amp; Rosanthal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Chevalier</strong> on <strong>26-03-2010, 23:53:04</strong>
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				As she began to wake, before even opening up her bright emerald eyes, the young woman realized that her clothes had been changed. At the slave market, rotting in that horribly cramped cage, young Annabella’s clothes had bit itchy and scratchy and falling apart at the seams. As she stirred from her slumber, or rather her sleep like state, Anna could feel the soft cotton fabric as it pressed up against her skin. Then she wiggled her toes and, instead of finding them chilly and bear, was rather surprise. Finally, with a soft, tired sigh, the slave’s eyes flickered open and scanned around the room.<br><br>Seeing herself splayed out across a table in the mirror came as a great surprise to the girl. Her long locks of light red hair tumbled across the smooth surface of the table, swirling around in intricate patterns. The dress, even though it was modest enough to cover up all of the important bits, revealed just enough of the redhead’s body to show off her smooth, pale skin, as well as several scars. Even with her laying out across the table it was easy to tell just how short the young woman was, seeing as her feet just barely reached the edge of the table. Not only was she short but her body was petit in build and slender in form, half from being naturally thin, and half from starvation. <br><br>Regaining her senses, Anna’s eyes flashed around the room before falling on the form of what appeared to be a mage moving in her direction. The man’s gesture was almost entirely foreign to the young woman, as a slave she was never greeted in such a delicate manner. “Greetings…” She repeated, her voice was soft and sweet, a pleasing sound to the ears that flowed from her lips like honey. “My name is Annabelle.” Speaking softly, the young woman sat up on the table and took another look around the room, the sight of so many odd contraptions causing her to shrink back as a somewhat nervous expression came upon her delicate features. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bella's New Master (Katina Tarask &amp; Rosanthal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 16:59:52</strong>
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				Seeing his new possession look around, Casey can't help but smile, and seeing her shy away from his creations, he can't help but laugh.&nbsp; It's a rich, joyful sound, free of malice and scorn.&nbsp; "Anabelle... a lovely name.&nbsp; Be not afraid; you will not come to harm while in my care."&nbsp; He firms his grasp on Bella's hand.&nbsp; "My dolls are perfectly safe, even around children, and any of my work that could possibly be a danger has been warded for your protection.&nbsp; My creations are here to help you, not to harm you.&nbsp; In fact, they already have; see this table."<br><br>He gestures to a line of devices along the table Bella woke up upon.&nbsp; "This is my secret to longevity, capable of restoring health, repairing the body, and prolonging youth.&nbsp; It seems you have lived a hard life, but in time, I shall help you recover."&nbsp; He gestures to the lady's wrist, which were once heavily scarred from the shackles she had been forced to wear, yet now, the scars are almost completely gone.&nbsp; "In time, we shall wash away these fell memories completely.&nbsp; Skin as pretty as yours is not made for scars."<br><br>He shifts from standing before his slave to standing beside her, wrapping one arm around her shoulder.&nbsp; In the mirror, the two look like quite the couple.&nbsp; "I do hope you like the dress.&nbsp; I fear your wardrobe will be slightly limited, at first, but it will grow in time."&nbsp; He gestures to one of his flying creations, which promptly flutters down and produces some sort of pad that it seems to scratch upon with incredible speed.&nbsp; When it hands Casey the pad, his guest can see what the doll was doing; in mere moments, it managed to create an incredibly life-like picture of the two of them together.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bella's New Master (Katina Tarask &amp; Rosanthal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Chevalier</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 02:39:47</strong>
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				“How can I trust you?” She question, her voice was timid and full of fear as his grasp tightened around her delicate fingers. Annabelle had heard this before from previous masters but it was never true; the first time she did even the slightest thing wrong her master at the time would pull out his whip and scar her body or beat her senseless. When the male motioned to her wrists, however, the young woman looked down in surprise. When she had fallen asleep at the slavers market her wrists had been a mess of hideous scars and fresh wounds, caused not only by shackles that were to tight, but also shackles of a different kind, that had blades build into their insides. Those had been the worst, cutting deeply into her skin every time she moved, or when one of the slavers would tug on them. It was nothing shy of a miracle that this man’s devices had managed to clear up her so horribly marred skin. <br><br>“Th-thank you…” She stuttered out, still hardly able to believe that the scars were gone. Anna had been sure she would have to look upon them for the rest of her life, as a constant reminder of the horrors she had experienced. “The dress is nice…” She opened her mouth to continue but the thought alluded her as he wrapped an arm around her petit form. The young woman didn’t like being touched and immediately tensed up, hunching backwards slightly as the flying creature scribbled away. When it produced the picture Annabelle looked cute, if not a bit scared and confused as well. “What are they?” She questioned softly, her curiosity getting the better of her. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 06:32:00</strong>
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				"Trust?&nbsp; I suppose I can't expect that of you so soon, but the truth will reveal itself soon enough."&nbsp; Casey runs a finger along her wrist, where once there were eternally-sore scars.&nbsp; "Scars are not made overnight, and I can't ask them to heal overnight.&nbsp; But we are together, and in time, the truth will attend to itself."&nbsp; All the while, he holds Bella close, knowing it makes her uncomfortable, in hopes that in time she'll grow more comfortable with this, and more.<br><br>All while she speaks, he studies her face, her form, her movements, both by eye and by hand, stroking both shoulders and hair.&nbsp; After all, property has no right to object.&nbsp; When she asks about his pets, he gestures for another to come forth, a stubby ceramic doll.&nbsp; "These are my pets.&nbsp; My creations.&nbsp; My assistants.&nbsp; Animated dolls that help maintain my tower.&nbsp; They can serve in nearly any way I ask.&nbsp; And now, they can serve you in nearly any way you ask.&nbsp; Perhaps with a truffle?"&nbsp; He snaps, and the doll's head opens up, producing a tray of chocolate truffles.&nbsp; "Though I suppose you must be quite hungry.&nbsp; Perhaps a more proper meal would be in order?"
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Chevalier</strong> on <strong>28-03-2010, 08:20:59</strong>
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				She watched his fingers closely as they trailed across her skin, causing her to wince slightly; if not out of pain then out of sheer habit. All of her movements were slow, slight, and calculated; thus was the life of a slave. She had to make sure everything she did was satisfactory and that none of her actions were out of turn. It was nerve-wracking and difficult, but it was either that or face the end of the whip. Annabelle wished for Casey to release her from his grasp, to her this was new and strange, she had no idea how to act when he touched her. <br><br>As he ran his fingers though her hair Belle realized that all of the knots and tangles had been brushed out of her long red hair and that the texture had much changed. Not only had he redressed her but he had also given her a bath, or had one of his dolls do it. Her skin, where there were no scars, was pale and smooth, a pleasing surface to run ones fingers across. The man could feel the young woman’s blood pumping through her veins rapidly, her pulse only accelerating when the doll came closer. <br><br>She shook her head just slightly, denying the piece of chocolate despite how much she might have wanted it. After spending so long eating so little the intensely sweet taste of the chocolate would have been more than enough to upset her stomach. “Y-yes… I’m actually quite famished.” She admitted this with a slight blush, as if she were ashamed her of pathetic state. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>30-03-2010, 04:14:12</strong>
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				"Then I shall make dinner," Casey replies simply, dismissing the truffle doll.&nbsp; "Come."<br><br>He takes her by the hand and leads her out of the lab, into the main hall.&nbsp; The tower is massive, built around a central spiral stairwell along the outer edge, with a spire lined with bookshelves on the inside, with no visible path to access them, save that the books and scrolls fly of their own accord.&nbsp; Yet the mage doesn't even seem to notice, as if it's as normal as the sun in the sky.&nbsp; Instead, he leads Bella to what looks like it <em>might</em> be a woefully underequipped kitchen.&nbsp; It doesn't even have an oven.&nbsp; Really, it amounts to little more than a larder and some cabinets for plates and utensils.&nbsp; Unlike the other room and the main hall, there is not a single doll in this room.<br><br>"Most people find this surprising, but I very much enjoy cooking, though I rarely have guests enough to indulge overmuch.&nbsp; Of course, my method is a little... 'different' from most."&nbsp; He places his hand on a table in the center of the room, and all throughout the room, blue runes begin to glow.&nbsp; "I fear I will be forced to work with what's on hand, today.&nbsp; Quality ingredients have become... difficult to come by recently.&nbsp; In the future, I shall endeavor to make my creations more to your tastes than to what is available."&nbsp; The 'difficulty' he speaks of is a famine that has swept the region quite abruptly.&nbsp; It's nothing to mark in the history books, just the natural result of a bad growing season.&nbsp; The country will recover, despite the loss of lives.<br><br>And then, the 'cooking' begins.&nbsp; First, the larder opens of its own accord, and out fly two ham steaks a couple potatoes, a head of lettuce, and some mixed vegetables.&nbsp; "The occasion warrants a feast, but I fear that may be unwise, in the interests of your health.&nbsp; Best to keep things simple, for the moment."&nbsp; In the time it takes for him to speak, the lettuce has already broken itself and tossed itself with the vegetables into a salad bowl, while the potatoes shed their skins and mash themselves in mid-air.&nbsp; a sequence of red runes appear around both meat and potatoes, seeming to cook them to perfection within a minute.&nbsp; Excess fat returns to the larder, presumably for future use, and the meat and potatoes land gracefully on two plates, all set on the table.&nbsp; As a final touch, two glasses float to the table and spontaneously fill themselves with wine, seemingly from nowhere.<br><br>"And now, a change of scenery."&nbsp; Two chairs slide out from one of the cabinets, as what little that marked this room as a kitchen melts into the wall.&nbsp; The central table shrinks, forcing the meal to become a far more intimate affair, as the lights- which oddly seem to glow without source- fade completely, leaving only candlelight of every color to light the room as motes floating in mid-air, no candles to rest upon.&nbsp; Without a word, Casey plays the gentleman and gets Bella's chair for her.
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Chevalier</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 04:17:16</strong>
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				When the male took her by the hand and began leading her through the main hall of the castle Belle felt as if her senses were being overloaded. Everything about his castle was extremely odd and entirely new to her; Belle didn’t know if she should be mesmerized or frightened by the wonders of his castle. To her own surprise, Belle didn’t collapse or feel drained as they moved from the room with all of the dolls to the kitchen; perhaps this man had also restored her energy, or at least a portion of it, with one of those strange machines. <br><br>As they walked into the kitchen Annabelle titled her head to the side and wondered how Casey would be able to cook in such a place. Of course, Anna had been expected to produce exquisite dishes for past masters in kitchens that made this one look glorious. When he placed his hand on the table she looked at him curiously and then, when the runes began to glow around the room, Anna abruptly pulled her hand away from the man and jumped backwards; she had become extremely skittish around magic of any kind after being taken as a slave. <br><br>She didn’t care what Casey was making for dinner as long as it tasted like food and as long as it resembled food; nothing like the gruel she had been forced to stomach at the slavers market. Meat and potatoes, perfect; nothing fancy, just delicious comfort food, which was exactly what Annabelle needed. The smell of everything as Casey ‘cooked’ was almost enough to drive Anna insane. She hadn’t eaten anything substantial in quite some time and her stomach was crying out for sustenance. <br><br>Near the end of the cooking Anna finally decided that the runes could not harm her so she took a step closer to Casey and allowed herself to relax a little. Naturally, though, the instant Anna began to feel comfortable the mage threw another thing at her senses. All at once the room began to morph, the likes of which Annabelle had never seen before. “How are you doing all of this?” She questioned curiously as she walked over to Casey and took a seat in the chair which had been pulled out for him.<br><br>“It’s all so strange to me… I hardly know what to make of it…” Many of her past masters had used magic, but for entirely different purposes such as causing pain or controlling another person, never for something like cooking. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 03:52:34</strong>
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				"How?&nbsp; Why, magic, of course."&nbsp; Casey takes his seat and studies his wine glass as he considers how to explain in lay terms.&nbsp; Something he's hardly ever used before.&nbsp; "There are things in this world beyond the physical.&nbsp; There are limits to how I can alter the world around me directly, just as there are limits to what you can do to alter the world around you with your bare hands.&nbsp; To go beyond those limits, I need tools of my own; that is what you saw.&nbsp; I used an oven to cook this meal, the same as any other, it's simply not a part of the physical world.&nbsp; And then, the room... would require a more involved explanation.&nbsp; Suffice it to say, my home is not merely dead stone.&nbsp; It is, in its own way, alive.&nbsp; It makes redecorating easy.&nbsp; But I must be boring you."<br><br>He cuts his lecture short before he bores his new toy to death.&nbsp; He's long since learned that the uninitiated are not really interested in his work.&nbsp; Instead, he places a hand on his Annabelle's thigh and raises his glass.&nbsp; "A toast!&nbsp; To the princess of the tower."
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Chevalier</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 06:21:36</strong>
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				“N-no… you’re not boring me…” Truth be told Annabelle actually found all of it extremely interesting and never once during his mini-lecture did she fade out. Before being forced into slavery young Belle had been a sponge, soaking up as much information as she could from people and books and tall tales. But now, Anna could hardly remember the last time she had touched a book and having an intelligent conversation with another person was extremely rare. Sure, she didn’t entirely understand everything that he said, but it was all very fascinating to her. Even though she would have liked for the man to continue Annabelle kept her mouth shut, she didn’t have it in her to make such a request. <br><br>When he placed his hand on her thigh Anna’s entire body tensed; she did not like being touched, especially in such an intimate manner and by one of her masters; it just brought back all of the horrible memories…<br><br>However, when he picked up his glass to make a toast she tried to calm down and forget about where his hand was. She followed him in raising her glass; she had seen her masters do this a thousand times but never done it herself. His words brought and adorable blush to her cheeks which suited her rather nicely. “Th-thanks.” She stuttered out, not sure what else to say. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bella's New Master (Katina Tarask &amp; Rosanthal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 04:53:07</strong>
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				If Casey even notices his pet's discomfort, he doesn't show it.&nbsp; He takes a sip of wine at the toast, smiling all the while, his hand staying where it is entirely too long.&nbsp; As he sips his wine, he uses a spell that has helped in many a long, lonely night in the tower, though it has never seen anything other than personal use.&nbsp; He squeezes on her thigh ever so slightly, and sends out a faint, pleasant vibration to a very intimate portion of the lovely woman's anatomy.&nbsp; He tones the effect down, keeps it subtle; a faint wave of pleasure to guide her thoughts in a more sensual direction.&nbsp; The unpleasant memories that go along with that territory, however, he does not know.<br><br>At long last, he removes his hand, and places a hand over his meal, the meat slicing itself in nice, bite-sized pieces for his convenience as he takes a bite and swallows.&nbsp; "I understand if you do not wish me prying into your past, but I must admit, I am curious about you.&nbsp; For example... what are your interests?&nbsp; What do you enjoy?"
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Chevalier</strong> on <strong>10-04-2010, 07:49:13</strong>
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				When he drank at the end of his toast, Annabelle reached forward, clasped the glass with her delicate fingers and then slowly raised the cup, pressing its rim lightly against her rosy lips. She smelt the liquid and then paused, as if she were terrified of it being poisoned or drugged. After hesitating slightly, Anna tilted the glass back and took a small sip of the bitter sweet wine; by no means was young Annabelle refined enough to enjoy the subtleties of wine so the drink was not much to her liking. Perhaps with time she could learn to appreciate the drink. <br><br>His hand, still lingering on her thigh, only made her increasingly more nervous, and the sensation did not do much to help. At first she was startled; even though the feeling was faint her body was overly sensitive, especially in that area. Subconsciously Anna shifted so that her legs were pressed tightly together and was so unbelievably relieved when he withdrew his hand. It helped her push those terrible memories to the back of her mind and try to forget everything all over again.<br><br>He posed the question as she took up her utensils and began to cut up a small portion of the meat, knowing that her stomach would not be able to handle much. “My interests… they are simple and not terribly interesting.” She admitted as she placed a small piece of meat in her mouth and savored the taste. Delicious. “Taking naps, warm baths… also reading, swimming and, when I can, horseback riding.” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>17-04-2010, 01:36:14</strong>
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				Casey accepts the compliment graciously, but at the mention of horses, he shudders involuntarily.&nbsp; They bring back unpleasant memories, but that's neither here nor there.&nbsp; The rest, however, should be easy to accommodate.&nbsp; "You will certainly never be in want of a good book in this tower.&nbsp; I... may have to dust off a few of my older libraries... come to think of it, I don't even remember what all I-"<br><br>He looks into Belle's eyes and cuts himself off.&nbsp; "I'm... I'm rambling again, aren't I?&nbsp; Heh.&nbsp; Sorry about that."&nbsp; He blushes slightly and scratches his head.&nbsp; This innocent, beautiful girl is having quite the effect on him, makes him very eager to please, but for now, he can mostly keep himself under control.
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Chevalier</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 21:58:28</strong>
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				A worried expression immediately came across Belle’s features when she saw that shudder wash over his body. By nature, she was very susceptible to the pain of others and almost always able to pick out they were feeling frightened or uncomfortable. Belle had a strong desire to reach out and help others, but before she could say anything to Casey he continued speaking, that worried look falling away from his countenance.<br><br>“I’m glad to hear that you have a library or two here… I haven’t gotten to just sit and read in such a long time.” In all honesty she hadn’t had time to sit and do anything in years. Her life revolved entirely around serving her masters, making sure they were happy so that she could avoid being beaten or half-starved to death or spending days in a cramped cell. She wanted so badly to relax and do something for herself for a change. <br><br>“Oh I didn’t think you were rambling… I thought it was just fine.” Belle was just happy that, for now, he was being kind to her. “So what do you do with your time here?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 03:42:23</strong>
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				"Or three," Casey corrects on the library count.&nbsp; "Or forty-seven libraries.&nbsp; Or sixty-two if you count the archives.&nbsp; Though only a few of them would be of interest.&nbsp; But you'll have plenty of time to peruse soon enough."<br><br><em>This was a good idea,</em> he thinks to himself, marveling at how calm and reassured he's being.&nbsp; Charming, even.&nbsp; He's never been able to be with a woman like her without tripping over his own feet, but now?&nbsp; He's been with this woman for hardly an hour with her conscious, and he's already having dinner with her, conducting himself like a proper gentleman.&nbsp; <em>Oh, no.&nbsp; Now I'm getting nervous... don't get nervous.</em><br><br>"But... to answer your question?&nbsp; In Duke Vyers' words I, 'Waste vast amounts of time and money doing nothing, and sometimes make something wonderful.'&nbsp; Many of my creations tend to be more obscure, theoretical.&nbsp; Prototypes not yet meant for wider use.&nbsp; Right now, the duke has me working on various crops that can grow with little or no water.&nbsp; Though... that hasn't been going well.&nbsp; My current specimens exhaust the soil too quickly.&nbsp; Though I've actually managed to make considerably greater progress towards a high-yield salt water rice strain that could be more successful.&nbsp; But I don't intend to turn over my results until my creation is usable and properly tested."
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Chevalier</strong> on <strong>05-05-2010, 05:12:09</strong>
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				She listed carefully as he spoke, hanging on his every word. <em>Forty seven libraries!</em> she thought to herself, her dull green eyes lighting up just a fraction of a second. It took quite a bit for the life to return to her once glimmering eyes, but the idea of books, and actually getting to sit and learn about new things and escape into the life of another, was just enough to lift the young woman’s spirits a bit. <br><br>As he spoke Belle picked at her food and even ate a couple bites, but she could only stomach so much. What she did eat, however, was delicious, and extremely comforting. The simplicity of the dish reminded her of her childhood, back in the days when she could barely see over the counter and her mother was still there to take care of her. Just the thought of her mother was enough to bring tears to her eyes but Annabelle pushed these thoughts to the side and refocused her mind on what he was saying.<br><br>“You’re creations really are quite extraordinary.” She managed a sweet smile before placing one last bite of food in her mouth and then pushing the plate away. She had only eaten half of what was on her plate but it was all she could handle at the moment. Even though he was being rather kind to her, Anna still felt extremely uncomfortable around him, especially with him sitting so close to her. Right now she just wanted to take a bath and then curl up in bed, even though she wasn’t dirty and she wasn’t sleep. Those things were just soothing, and comforting to the poor girl. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>10-05-2010, 05:53:04</strong>
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				"Thank you, thank you.&nbsp; But much of what's in this tower, I did not make.&nbsp; I am the third archmage to bear the Northfield name and reside in this tower, and much of what is here, I have inherited.&nbsp; The tower itself- a true marvel, I'll have to give you a tour some time- was my grandfather's masterpiece."<br><br>He pushes his plate back, finished.&nbsp; "But tours can wait.&nbsp; This must be a lot to take in.&nbsp; Perhaps you would like to rest?"
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				Post by: <strong>Lady Chevalier</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 03:03:48</strong>
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				The instant he mentioned rest Bell put down her utensils and nodded her head politely. Not only was she ready to crawl into bed but she was also extremely curious to see what her room would look like. Even if it was the size of a closet Annabelle would have been happy, just as long as it was her own<br><br>In all of her years as a slave Anna had never had a room all to herself. There was always someone else evading her space and ruining the peace and quite she so desperately craved. “I’d love to get some rest… it has indeed been a long and overwhelming day.” She spoke candidly as she got to her feet, more than a bit anxious to see what he had for her. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 04:48:03</strong>
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				"Of course, milady."&nbsp; With a few waves of his hand, the leftover food leaves the plates, packaging itself and returning to the pantry as the lights return to normal.&nbsp; "And if you feel the need for a snack later, just ask any of my dolls for leftovers; they can heat it up and bring it to you.&nbsp; Now, shall we?"<br><br>He gets up and lends Belle his hand to help her rise into a very slight embrace, one hand on her hip as he releases that subtle, pleasant vibration once again.&nbsp; After all, people can be trained just like dogs, right?&nbsp; If he just gives it time, she should start associate his touch with pleasure and fawn all over him.&nbsp; Truly, his plan is born of an intimate understanding of human psychology.<br><br>With a smile, he leads his slave by the hand, back out to the giant spiral stairwell that circles the entire perimeter of the tower.&nbsp; The record-keeping storm around the central spire seem less busy now, but the sheer volume of paperwork flying through the air is still impressive.&nbsp; He leads Bella onward, but stops at the foot of the stairs upward.&nbsp; "I do believe I should like a bath before I go to bed.&nbsp; Perhaps you would like the same?&nbsp; Don't worry, you will have your privacy."<br><br>Then, he clears his throat and speaks clearly to no one in particular.&nbsp; "Transport.&nbsp; Main baths.&nbsp; Please stay still, my dear."&nbsp; Beneath the two's feet, a stone panel floats up and begins carrying them up the stairs.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Bella's New Master (Katina Tarask &amp; Rosanthal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Chevalier</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 05:12:44</strong>
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				Annabelle accepted his help in getting to her feet, rather enjoying the impressive display of chivalry. Regardless, there was a little voice in the back of her head saying <em>this won’t last</em>, and trying to convince her that this man was just putting on a show. <em>Sooner or later</em>, said the voice, <em>he will turn into a monster, just like all of the others.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Pushing these thoughts to the side as best she could, Anna felt that tingling on her hip and this time it wasn’t so bad; in fact, it was almost enjoyable. The young woman was still in need of much time in order to get used to being around Casey, or men for that matter. <br><br>“A bath?” It was almost as if he could read her mind. “That sounds wonderful.” And boy was she relieved when he said that she would have privacy. Privacy was another think she coveted greatly; with her lot in life, privacy was something that she could hardly dream of having. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Bella's New Master (Katina Tarask &amp; Rosanthal)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Katina Tarask</strong> on <strong>19-05-2010, 05:51:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Without another word, Casey leads Bella through a door that looks almost identical to all the others the two of them past on the way up.&nbsp; There is no fanfare or preparations as he leads her down a small hallway, leading into the main baths, which look more like a natural hot spring; it's a vast and beautiful complex, filled with piping hot water.&nbsp; At its shallowest, it's hardly two feet deep, but sections are deep enough and large enough to swim in, or even dive in, with one part of the spring looking to be at least fifteen feet deep.<br><br>"These are the main baths," Casey says as calmly as if this were the most natural thing in the world.&nbsp; "Simply set your clothes in the corner and the dolls will clear it away and fetch your evening attire.&nbsp; Towels are in the cabinet.&nbsp; Also, there are two spells you may wish to take advantage of.&nbsp; First, there is a spell on these waters; simply, by being immersed, you shall breathe through your skin like a fish, meaning you cannot drown.&nbsp; I quite enjoy sinking into the diving pit and just soaking for a time.&nbsp; Second," he points to some glyphs in the shallow end.&nbsp; "These runes are enchanted such that the waters can come alive to clean you.&nbsp; I find it most enjoyable, though your range of movement shall be somewhat restricted while it runs.&nbsp; Please, do try it out; just stand in the runes and say, 'Cleaning.&nbsp; Mild,' and it will begin.&nbsp; If there is nothing else, I shall see myself to one of the private baths."
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