Hi! My name is Lapin! I'm a Demon from the Surface, and I've given the privilege of allowing you mortal humans to ask me questions!
" Shall I assist you with your socks, Master Weaver? "
The repugnant, lisping voice of his manservant made the noble cringe, wrinkling his nose in disgust.
“No, for I fear you may touch me if you do so”. Pulling the sock up to mid-calf he secured it with the clasp of his garter, only glancing up to glare at Barry when finished.
“If you must be put to use you can go scrub the cage out downstairs”, he commanded with a dismissive wave of his hand, “that way I won’t have to spoil my morning by looking at you…”
Celine cringed visibly when one of the higher-ups commanded that she be brought into the main office immediately. As she walked past the other workers, she noticed that they were looking at her with pity. Already, she could feel the familiar burning in her eyes. "Calm down, breathe... Keep calm, don't let him know what you really are..." She thought mentally, trying to breathe as she took the dreaded walk towards Reaver's office.
There were numerous benefits to being the Hero of Skill. Perception was certainly the one that had served him the most, especially outside of adventuring, and as he performed his silent roll call from the windowed room above the factory floor he called his office, Reaver noticed a discrepancy immediately.
That was not worker 156.
That was a girl.
Immediately he turned about and grabbed the roster from his desk, surveying the list until his eyes fell upon the number in question, the worker which was not as he remembered. “Bring worker 156 up here” he informed the guard at his door, not looking up from the paper he scowled at.
“Sir” came the reply and giving a click of his heels the man turned to the PA system and informed the unfortunate individual of her fate.
Reaver crossed around to sit in his plush, velvet lined chair, one he had specifically modeled after the one he left behind in his captain’s quarters. Peaking gloved fingers together as he rested his elbows on the armrest, the factory owner leveled an ambivalently neutral stare at the door, waiting for the knock he was sure would be hesitant, the idea of her fearful face in lieu of discovery making him grin.
Sure enough she made herself known and with an unsettling singsong to his voice, the former tyrant of the seas summoned her inward, “Come in”.
She almost bolted and ran. But the worker that stood behind her with his dagger clearly visible upon his belt silently told her that she had best go inside of the office. “Remember your tactics… don’t look, look down, don’t let them see you for what you really are. Breathe…” Celine thought mentally, taking a shaking breath as the worker opened the door up. Her nose could smell his body odor, and he reeked. “Worker 156, Sir. In you go.” He fairly growled, giving Celine a light shove as she stumbled into the office.
She immediately cast her eyes down at the opulent carpet, a horrible contrast to the dim metals that lingered outside of the door. Her heart felt ready to explode. Was this what her father had meant? He had seldom spoken about his employer, but what he always had to say about him was never good.
*she clearly groans again behind the pillow, kicking her legs slightly in a mock fit* Why are you doing this to me?
Ghirahim: I do not understand what I am doing, little dove, if you told me, I could stop.
*she held her silence for quite some time, ashamed to admit what was troubling her* ………I really cannot say… For if I were to say it, I would be lying to myself and ridiculing myself.
Masende: Little dove. It’ll only get worse if you don’t, and you told me! You wouldn’t be lying. *smiles and kisses forehead*
*she does not remove the pillow from her face, choosing to remain blushing behind the pillow* …I got flustered and… and something else… when I saw you in that state in your room.
Ghirahim: *nods* Well. I’ll make sure I keep myself decent if I ever expect a visit from you. And this isn’t your fault little dove. Um, little dove? Why are you suffocating yourself? *tilts head like puppy*
*she speaks quietly behind the pillow* I am not suffocating myself… I just… I don’t want to explain further…