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Those who live here:
Fleta and Zork
Rain

Rain nodded a bit curious about what the man would want to ask her. She followed the two and didn't ask anything else until they arrived at the home of her new owners. Of course Rain had figured the two were together though it didn't bother her as she didn't care what happened as long as she was out of the cage.

Rain still didn't notice the ruby red liquid that now covered part of her arm as she saw the place she would be staying. "This is your home? It is rather large for just two of you.... Are there others that I will be serving as well here?" she said most of this without any form of emotion though she had a bit of it on her face. The longer she was within this new body of hers the more connected she became to the emotions and expressions. "What would you like to ask me...."

Rain looked at him confused. "What do you mean who made me? I wasn't made.......and I don't know if there are others like me.... I'm human.....well mostly human I suppose...... I don't think humans can control the weather....." She clearly didn't know what she was or that she had actually died before she was put back into a new body. Her maker had accidentally killed her in anger before putting her in the new body. She was his one true love and had taken her from her family to make her his wife a few hundred years before. She didn't remember any of this and had thought she was still 19 years old. Her new body would heal itself after a few hours of getting an injury and she was basically a human in feeling and ability to reproduce as well. Her creator had made the perfect being for his time making her what he wanted. When he died however her memory was erased once more and she was left to wander until she was found by the slavers her only possession was the umbrella from her human life.
(his mark on her is the tear/ raindrop tattoo by her eye... And his name tattooed onto her back)

Rain walked past the grass doll not noticing it as she moved off to explore eventually coming to a garden, or what looked like a garden to her. Believing she was alone she made it rain once more letting her umbrella drop to the ground not knowing that there was a name engraved on the handle, her real name. She played in the rain eventually becoming drenched in it and laughing as she watched the clouds begin to clear. She smiled and picked up the umbrella before going back to the room she believed belonged to the slaves. She undressed showing the tattoo on her back before slipping on dry clothing.

Rain sat on the bed looking at the name engraved in the umbrella wishing she knew who this person was. "Where you one of my family? Who were you Clarissa Montgomery?" She didn't know that her name was once in newspapers for months after her kidnapping and eventual murder. As well as the man who killed her and created her once more.
(Tomas Nox)

Raven hovered above the gigantic manor, staring down at the grounds. It looked as though Zork had left, and of course he had taken Fleta with him, which was a disappointment. Once of these days he would get her alone so that he could conduct his investigation.... one day.... Frowning, he flapped his wings once and squinted in the bright sunlight. "Stupid sun...." he mumbled to himself before swooping down, deciding he could not wait for his 'friend' to return before he arrived. He would find something to do, and perhaps he would be able to surprise Zork.

Swooping down, he wrapped himself in shadows as he landed in the garden. Walking through the plants, he switched forms, shrinking to a shorter height, his hair turning from long and purple, to short, spiky and red, his eyes changing to red as well. Issac walked along, humming softly to himself as he entered the house. Smiling, he began to sing a song.

He closed his eyes, walking with a spring in his step as he continued to sing. Come say that person's name. My Name!~" He sung the last lines of the song with glee before opening his eyes and looking up to see a door in front of him that led to a slave room. Tilting his head, he pushed it open without knocking to see girl with silver-grey hair sitting on a bed, looking at a name that was carved into an umbrella. "What have we here?" he wondered aloud, "It seems to be the one that got away!"

Isaac stepped into the room and shut the door behind him, grinning at the girl as he watched her. "Well, Zork can't do nothin' about me if I want to be here, besides I was coming anyways. I'm just a bit early is all~" He listened to her talk about him being like Fleta, which was not true, although he would be interested in investigating Fleta at some point, she certainly was an interesting and rare novelty.....

Speaking of interesting things, Isaac certainly found the girl in front of him interesting. She seemed to be some sort of doll, Zork would probably say it was a shoddy job, but she was also different from all other dolls, mostly in the fact that she was a soul that had been placed back in a body after dying once. "Whoever was assigned to you didn't so a very good job, now did they?" he commented, more to himself than to her, "Looks like you've got a little longer 'cause of it. Lucky~"

At her question about rain, he shrugged. "I don't mind it, but the other me hates it. The splashing sounds puddles make when you step in them makes it hard to sneak up on them." he told her. Well, he couldn't help but agree that he name fit her, however, he knew it wasn't her original name, he could see the soul inside of her. However, he said nothing about it. "Rain hun? Alright then. Well I'm Issac." he introduced himself with a smile. Tilting his head, he frowned. "Well.... Fleta isn't here for me to play with, so I'm kinda bored, do you know any good games?" he asked her.

Zork frowned, sitting in the car in a slightly agitated manner. What was he forgetting?! He let out an exasperated sigh, resting his head in one hand, propped up against the car door. He watched her little first aid, and probably would have been amused by it at any other time, but something was on edge, something was wrong.

He knew that Issac was there, in his house, invading his place. He could sense that much, it bothered him. Although Zork had nothing personal against Issac, he was always trying to upset the puppeteer it seemed.
"A stupid reaper." Zork growled, twitching slightly, "Who asks too many questions."

As the car drove up to the house Zork shoved the door open, storming out without waiting on the slave to follow. He expected her to. In this scenario, she had better pray she behaves, or she'd find herself waking up in the body of a plush cat, or something. As Zork approached the door he grumbled under his breath. It was a bad day when you didn't want to enter your own home. Finally he pushed open the door, calling for the damned reaper to show himself.

Raising his eyebrow at her answer, he tilted his head. "I'm older than I look you know." he told her with a small laugh. He had a feeling that he knew what she was talking about, he had seen enough of the slave business to know what often happened. It didn't matter to him of course. He was a reaper, so it had nothing to do with him.

Hearing Zork calling out his name and knowing that he had returned, he grinned. "Looks like the Master of the House it back." he commented, "I should probably go greet him, manners and all. But I'll probably be back, unless he brought me another plaything, or if I can 'hang out' with Fleta as people say." Turning around, he walked out of the room, whistling softly.



Halfway to the main entrance hall, he stopped. Taking a side hallway, he made his way to the outside of the manor, walking calmly and silently. He was a reaper, he could walk in complete silence in the shadows in order to approach those who's death was impending. These abilites made it fun to sneak up on those who were not about to die anytime soon as well, and Raven found it amusing. Issac saw it more as a game, which was fun too.

At the door to the manor, he stepped inside, keeping to the shadows at the side of the room. He waited a couple more moments before stepping out of them. "What's wrong? Is the great Master Knox angry?" he taunted, as if he were speaking to a puppy.