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[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

Mistress had bid Tool meet people, and so she was in the Bar proper. She was not exactly sure how to proceed though, as "meeting" people did not fall in either of the categories she was trained to know as hers.

And so she's sitting, silent and still, doll like one could say, with her large eyes and dark lace. A perfect picture of a twelve year old dressed for pedophiles. There's something missing there though, something off. The blank, empty waiting that triggers the hairs at the back of the neck.

Don't worry, she's just a child...

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[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

Tool (after a while) gets a mildly puzzled frown from Lust. "Are you well?"

[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

She glanced up, moving too fluidly, too gracefully. "Of course Mistress" She can be nothing else.

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

"Lust," she corrects the girl.

"Who are you?"

[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

"I am Tool, if it pleases" she offered, bowing her head gently and letting the dool like tresses pool to the floor.

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

"What do you do, Tool?"

[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

"As I am bid" she responded, the words simple rote for her.

Mistress must be testing her.

[ways-lust.livejournal.com]

"By whom?"

[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

"Master or Mistress" she answered in the same tone.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

This is the second most frightening thing that Arithon has ever seen. Right after the fight that killed his father.

Actually, this may beat it.

She has no soul. There are no lines of Ath into or out of her.



A broken doll of a child. His skin crawls, for her as well as from being around her.

[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

Perhaps more sickening?

She can sense him. Slightly. She's a healer after all, though far weaker than she should be, given the circumstances.

"Are you well, Master?" she asked softly, looking up. The words ae smooth, musical, perfect. Trained to sooth, but emotionless. A mechanical nightengale.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

"As well as I may be."

All that is s'Ffalenn, all that is paternal in this man who as yet has no children, all that is human is screaming somewhere not deep enough inside him, and he stares at her with enough pain to more than make up for it. He doesn't note the "Master" as "Master" is, indeed, one of his titles.

[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

She blinked slowly, not truly understanding the horrified question "Mistress bade me meet People..." she offered.

He seems distressed enough that she rises, smooth as a dancer, andsteps towards him, hand raised to touch him and truly see if he is in need of help. She is to keep Masters and Mistresses well at all cost...

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

He takes equally smooth steps backward, gripped by the irrational fear that if she touches him she'll take pieces of his soul to fill the smooth and empty place,



All things considered, it is a calm question. He'll have a screaming fit later. And then hunt down Ramon and see if he can send his caith'd'ein after whatever did that to her. Gaunt should probably be put on the Reserved list, all things considered, or Arithon may kill him personally.

[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

When he retreats, she still, letting the hand fall smoothly back to her side, empty eyes on his in puzzlement "I am told I lost it, Master"

"If I disturb, please, I shall retreat..." she offered. Perhaps she should kneel for a beating though?

Either offer is equally appropriate.

[prince-arithon.livejournal.com]

He very well might hyperventilate into passing out if she did offer herself for a beating. He's processing the information as well as he can, which is not terribly well.

There is a hole in Ath. The Pattern is non-existent in her.

[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

"I do not recall, Master"

Mistress had asked her the same.

"It was not necessary for my purpose"

No matter her offer, he seemed to grow more agitated at every heart beat. Without even a pause she sunk to the floor, dark lace and hair pooled about her as she stared fixedly at the floorboards. It was only proper.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

There is no shortage of children in the bar these days, and in fact, one of them has taken up residence in the second bedroom of Archie and Svava's flat. Even before coming to Milliways, there had always been small boys, powder monkeys, aboard each ship Archie sailed on. He's been around children all his life.


He's never seen one acting quite like this one is.

Which may be why he's stopped with his tea cup halfway to his mouth. Staring.

[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

It is normal for life to carry on around her, to flow ceaselss, she is, after all, but ornamanetation. Therefore stillness garners her attention. IT means somehow she has failed.

Large, empty eyes lift to Archie's with a silent question, silken hair pooling along the black silk and lace that someone twisted soul called proper attire, and others call bedroom attire.

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Her attire would be disturbing to him, were it not for her eyes. Her eyes. It takes him a moment for him to even register her clothes, and when he does, he slips his jacket off to drape around her shoulders.

"Can... can I help you with s..something, miss?"

He still can't stop staring at her eyes. It is like a wreck, he wants to look away, but he can't.

"Do... do you need anything?"

[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

"No Master"

Her hands didn't move to hold the jacket about herself, nor did she even really seem to note it's presence.

"I was bid meet People"

She didn't even blink.

"Do you require aught Master?"

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

"No lass, I am quite all right."

He blinks at her. He simply does not know what to do with her.

"I am not your master though. Where is it that you come here from.

He remembers her clothing, and his stomach twists, and he is almost ill.

[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

"All men are Master, all womenMistress" she stated calmly, even serenly, if she could experience any such emotion.

"Mistresses rooms, late of Master Gaunts Manse"

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

She might have slapped him across the face for the effect that those statements have on Archie.

"Gaunt's... good God..."

He straightens all he can with the sick knot where his stomach should be.

"No lass. In this, your former master was mistaken. You need not call anyone here master or mistress. If it is not your will to do so."

[soweroflife.livejournal.com]

Now she's just a child with a tangerine in her lap!

[simple-tool.livejournal.com]

She's not unaccustomed to strange happenings, even such that involve her. So, when there was suddenly a small orange ball in her lap she simply blinked slowly and left it there.

Obviously someone decided that it would look better here than elsewhere.