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[Dez Aisu]

Ryo who never really speaks aloud to be heard by more than one person says " Why dont you let him decide what he wants. Doing stuff for him wont make things any better, you might make things so much worse on so many different levels. I think he is capable of overcoming it all he needs in my oppinion is a couple of days to get over his problem." he then says quietly to Istan only."look you dont have to tell me but i would like to know what you do remember about what happened apparently this morning in that room."

 

[I--LiveWire--I]

Istan listened in silence to all that everyone had to say. Apparently, it was all about him. It was odd to him for so many people to acknowledge his existence, some even seeming to care.

They want to help you. One voice said sarcastically.

How cute. the other replied dryly.

Istan ignored the voices and glancing at the necko slave that addressed him. Then he turned his eyes back to Ryo. Other than the elf he seemed to be the only one that really cared about him. Though from what he did know about the voices, they defiantly wouldn't just leave, nor would he be able to force them out.

Istan didn't agree with Ryo's words but it felt good to have someone actually care about him.

It doesn't care about you. the second voice said.

You're just letting yourself get your hopes up. the first voice laughingly added.

As Ryo lowered his voice and spoke to him Istan tried to get the voices to shut up. "Quiet." He hissed, annoyed, under his breath.

Why? The first voice questioned

There is now reason to do so. The second retorted.

Istan tried to push them away but didn't succeed. He opted to ignore them. He sighed and looked into Ryo's eyes. "Maybe at another time. I don't feel like discussing that right now." he said a hint of sorrow and annoyance in his voice. Though neither emotion was because of Ryo.

 

[Dez Aisu]

Ryo says to Istan noticing the look on his face espicially after he said he could handle it. "i believe you have the strength to take it on, you are talented, dont let it drag you down its your mind, control it!"
The last two words were said in a different tone of voice than how he normally speaks it was more of a piercing tone than calm. also letting the cool gaze of his eyes rest on him.

 

[I--LiveWire--I]

Istan had to stop a frustrated grunt from escaping his lips. He sighed, in a defeated way. "You don't understand. They won't go away. I have been trying to make them go away for as long as I can remember." He was frustrated. He wished he knew the reason whey the voices were in his head and what he could do to make them shut up, but he hadn't a clue.

You'll never be rid of us. The voices repeated over and over in his mind.

The repeated phrase got to him quickly and, louder than he had intended he hissed at the voices. "I said to Shut Up!" It wasn't a yell but it would have easily been heard by those that may have been listening.

 

[Dez Aisu]

Ryo says to Istan in a fierce piercing way, "You tell me whos mind is it, yours or theres?, if you say its yours than you have the strength to force them down i know you do. also why do you let it get you then? are they right? do you believe them? if so then you have to stop believing them and start believing yourself." The cool gaze of Ryos eyes change to a look that can pierce through one but its not out of anger.

 

[ArtemisChild]

Cal: Master and Shop Owner

Cal frowned, the new slave Istan seemed to be attracting a lot of attention. His own pet seemed obsessed with ‘saving him’, enough so to leap onto him with a rather tight him. In an instant she was off again, returning moments later to place a hand on his arm. He frowned deeper, slapping it away. “Learn your place, Elf.” He growled. “You will not touch me without permission, and you will remember every favor I do for you.” Another slave spoke up, protesting putting the clearly mentally disturbed slave on drugs. He glanced over at Kaura, who seemed ready to yell back.

He reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair. “Not a word.” He hissed, and yanked her to behind the counter, ignoring pain filled cries. “Get the paperwork done, Elf.” He growled before walking to the little fallen angel. He glared down. “This is my shop, my business, and I will decide how it is run. I do not need to explain my actions when it comes to how my pets are treated to anyone, least of all a slave. Speak out again and you will be severally punished, is that understood?” He asked, his lips curling up in sadism. He almost hoped the angel would continue to fight. Of course, his little Elf may too, and she he could do anything he wanted with.
 

[I--LiveWire--I]

Istan didn't reply to any of his questions. His voice was fierce and pirceing and he knew his words to be true. But If not for the voices, he had nothing. No name, no past, no identity as a sentient being.

He clasped his head in his hands an a few tears escaped. He didn't know what to do. He didn't want to believe that he was a murderous being and had been so all his life. He didn't want a single word that the voices uttered to him to be true. But they were all he had, as vile as they were.

Even if he did will up the power to overcome them and shut them up for good, wouldn't that be a form of killing. Wiping something from existence?

It was your choice to let us in. The second voice said snidely. Hinting for the first time ever that it knew more than it had let on.

Istan's eyes widened in shock. His arms slowly lowering.

Yes, we know why we are here. the second voice taunted.

 

[Dez Aisu]

Ryo stops speaking and just quietly watches Istan and lets him go on until he starts to lose it. Ryo had just not realized How furious Cal had gotten with the outbursts and he had hoped he didnt get on his bad side. Ryo slowly opened up his wings again and sat against the wall. He looked out at the other slaves, for once he saw why Cal reacted the way he did, he wanted to maintain order. For some reason Ryo thought Cal was also wanting to give Istan His own peace but Ryo wasnt sure.

 

[Jazz Anarchist]

Aster walked into the shop, seeing that the shop owner was busy with another customer, he decided to wait at the counter until the owner was ready to help him. He had to admit though the shop owner had an excellent selection of slaves. He wondered what the fallen angel and the shopkeeper were arguing about though. He sure felt sorry for the elf since it seemed like he was in a lot of pain. Though he could understand that the shopkeeper would run his shop as he saw fit.

 

[Tiltilla]

Kaura

Kaura started the paperwork, rubbing her head where Cal had grabbed her hair. She was about to poke her head into the back when another customer entered, and she turned her attention to him. She hurried forward, bowing deeply, before looking up at him and smiling timidly. “Hello, my name is Kaura, how may I help you today?” She asked quietly, sounding a bit distracted by the scene playing out behind her.  

[I--LiveWire--I]

It took Istan several minutes to compose himself. He was no longer thinking about , nor paying attention to, Ryo. Or anything else for that matter. His eyes glazed over like earlier, white and misty.

The tears stopped and he slumped against the back of the cage. The voices had lied to him. Hid his true past from him and used it now as leverage so he wouldn't attempt to crush them out of existence.

They knew his past, they knew the truth that he had been seeking for since the day he awoke in a mountain cave. They could answer the question about how he had grown up and who his parents where.

His thoughts were cut short by a rude comment form one of the voices.

We won't tell you though. the voice said coldly.

If we do you'll just destroy us. the second said harshly.

Istan was lost for words. HE wanted them out of his head more than anything else in the world, but he wasn't sure if he could actually bring himself to wipe the evil voices from existence.

"I don't know if I can." Istan said quietly. To the voices, though it was an answer to Ryo as well.

 

[Dez Aisu]

Ryo's fierce pirece tone of his voice seemed to hae disappeard as he said "You will never know if you dont try but i still believe you can, never think you have nothing you have the people who try to help and the people who try to support and finally you have people like me who want no more pain to continue on and will stop at almost nothing to make it so, Follow your heart..." He stops talking with that and he thinks of his past and how he lied and wonders if he should tell Istan. He takes it into serious consideration.  

[I--LiveWire--I]

As Ryo responded to the statement that was not meant for him, Istan slowly came back to reality. He listened to the softer, more caring voice of Ryo and began to wonder if he could end the existence of the voices, for his own sake, and live with never knowing his past.

Blinking sevral times to clear his eyes he turned his head to look at Ryo. "I don't think I can do it. It would be like killing them. Despite everything they have put me through." He lowered his head unsure if this was considered shameful.

The voices stayed quiet in his head, waiting anxiously.

"They say they know my past. The part that I have forgotten." He mumbled for Ryo's ears only. But he didn't look up at him for fear this might make Ryo upset with him.

 

[IvoryEpiphany]

At the sound of Cal's rebutal against the little fallen angel in the second row she bit her lip muttering, "Don't do it. Just bite your tongue, you're better off."

She frowned as she listened in on the newest little slave. He was stronger than that and knew beyond everything, that the angel was right.

Ashlynn didn't recoil at his challenge, she wasn't afraid of a mortal. He could die and he'd go to hell. She'd die and go straight back where she belonged. He could torture her for days and in the end she'd still have what she wanted.

"I am not a slave. Not to any man nor woman expecially to filth like you." she spat furiously. She bit her lip but she realized she hhad began digging a hole and either way it'd end in a punishment. "If you knew so well for a slave then you'd look at him. Why? Why in the hell do you think he was brought in pounds of chains? Same reason why that pyro kitten in the back row is.

They are both telekinetic. Both of whom scared people. Except there is a difference. That slave-" she said pointing out the cage to the cage that held the young man "doesn't have an anger outlet. He can speak and fight but unlike that little neko in the back with the temper of the antichrist itself the vioces stay in his head." she felt like she was watching one of the human's law and orders shows as she continued.

"Medication....no matter what any of your stupid doctors believe, or what your little elf hopes," she paused "no offense Kaura. will not work. Why are pyrokinetics more prone to be disobediant...because they simply can outwardly discharge emotions. Meanwhile slaves and creatures like Istan can not. You are driving them both insane though. Both in their own way needs to be allowed to disperse their anger and emotions and thos voices out....or you will be the cause of two very very either disobediant or broken slaves."

Ashlynn was now speaking out of breath her chest contracting heavily as she looked with pure hatred in her eyes. "Of course....it's your choice but I can tell you how it will work out." she smiled before adding. "I have been watching humans and idiots like you make these same mistakes for thousands of years. And every time I wished I could speak my mind. Now my blustering idiot of a sack of bones....are you truly going to be THAT stupid?" she finished with a satisfied smile as she listened to the pyro neko gasp.

Her job was done. She stayed where she was....though wanting to move, she had enjoyed that and wanted to watch his face change colors as he debated what to do at her words. She grew imensely amused.

Blaise nearly fell over and died from holding back the uncontrolable laughter. she had sat her for almost a year and not once had she seen one slave....not even herself speak like that to a master....expecially Cal. Silently she gasped for air....trying to fight for recomposure.

She knew the angel was atleast mostly right seeing as she hadn't been magicless for all that long but knew that things would turn out probably very similar. Except for the fact that she had enjoyed killing her father and master. Sure she felt bad but she was free of one monster and it's true she used her pyroness to achieve complete numbness of the situation but still.

She sat motionless in her cage. "Now you've done it angel wings." she smirked trying to keep away the thought and truth of her words.  

[Tiltilla]

Kaura

Kaura turned back, her face bright with anger as the little angel girl finished her speech, her fists clenched slightly, and she forgot about the master she was attending to. In an instant she was storming back, until she was standing in front of the cage. “Are you a licensed psychiatrist?” She hissed, seething with anger. “Do you think that they don’t study about telekinetic abilities while going through college that you’re the only one in the world who can understand? That is quite arrogant of you.” She leaned in closer, visibly shaking from the anger trying to force its way out. “You’re in a shop that restricts you powers, right now you may as well be a human with black wings. How can you expect to help someone control their own mind when you are so utterly incapable of controlling your own mouth?”

She turned halfway away, seething now. “A doctor will see him tomorrow and decide the proper course of action; whether it’s medication, or something else. In the meantime we will not further disturb Istan, is that clear?” He spoke the last words through clenched teeth, eyes flashing dangerously.

She took a step back, still trembling and breathed deeply, letting the anger flow out of her in an instant. She glanced up at Cal, realizing she had disobeyed a direct order, and she flinched. Imagining the whip on her flesh again. She didn’t apologize though, bowing slightly to him before turning to return to the front of the store where the customer was waiting patiently.