"How much can you lift?"Finx asked thinking about all the rooms she wanted to redo including her own. "As for house work my girls my find you so good looking they might not allow it but my word is law in the house." she pulling her cloak around her shoulders and watched the landscape go by waiting for his answer.

((Sorry, y'all... It keeps on derping with my posts, causing me to get discouraged and run away for a few hours. Hopefully, this one works.))



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(Lol no worries, I know rather well how that feels. I've found that copying whatever you type before pressing the reply button helps, that way if it messes up your post then you don't have to worry quite as much, if that helps you at all. :sweat:)

At his Mistress's question Raven had to think. He had never really tested out exactly how much he could lift, nor had his previous masters required anything too terribly difficult for him. "I suppose more then the average human male, with my demonic blood, though probably less then full fledged demon. I've never actually tested the exact amount of weight I'm able to handle, however I have found that most household furniture I don't have much of a problem with. I suppose if it's something extraordinarily heavy I should be able to handle it so long as I have at least a bit of room for aerial support or lifting. It would also depend upon if I had assistance or if I were lifting alone, or what sorts of lifting I would be doing Madam" the raven halfing replied after a few moments. He was as truthful as he could be, without saying the simple 'I don't know'. He hoped the information he was able to provide would help give her some idea of exactly what he could do in terms of heavy lifting, and whether or not whatever she had in mind would work or not.

Rosemary walked in silence for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "Well, I would like you to know who I am.people are more than just names and occupations, you know.now, you already know my name, which is irrelevant because my name does not define who I am.who I am...I am a fox demon, with roots in slavery.my parents bought their way out of slavery, but when my father died my mother and I struggled.that's just my background, though." She paused a second, in which time Todd barked softly to encourage her.she nodded."I am someone who would willingly give up my freedom to give my mother a better life.I am a person who cares for all other creatures, no matter how small or insignificant.I'm someone who sees beauty in all things and good in all creatures.I take in strays and rescue them because it is right.I am also someone who is outspoken and honest, who refuses to hide their opinions, who speaks up for what is right and always tries to do the right thing.and most importantly, I am someone.I am not just a slave, or a fox demon or a halfling.I am a living, breathing person.that is who I am." She said matter of factly. There was a small growl and Rosemary grinned."Todd is hungry, aren't you dear heart?" The tiny fox nodded."me too."

"That was a very complicated i have no idea." Finx said with a slight smirk. "As for lifting by yourself I'll have to hire someone to help you." she mused about that for a while. "though the girls will propely help as well we don't have any males in the house execept for the driver."she jestured to the man driving the coach. "but there strong and reliable you better be able to keep up with them or abigail will let both you and me now and probley the world too."

Raven allowed a quiet chuckle to escape. "That may be Madam, however I thought it best to at least try to at least give some form of information as opposed to simply saying that I have no idea. It's an unsatisfactory answer, and one a slave should never give their Master or Mistress" he replied honestly. He then thought about the idea of his Mistress hiring another to assist him with lifting, as well as the idea of servant girls assisting him. It was a bit strange to think he would be the only male other then the one driving the coach currently, but he figured he could adapt. Then there was the mention of a particular female slave. "Shall I assume that this Miss Abigail is the head servant or your daughter perhaps? If it's not too bold of me to ask that is" the raven haired halfling quietly asked, while still making sure to keep a respectful tone and wording that had been taught to him since he was young.

"Abigail my best friend and has been my maid since I was little." Finx said wincing as the coach come to a stop at the bottom of a flight of stairs. A brown haired maid was standing at the bottom of the stairs. "Welcome home Miss finx." she said "Speaking of abigail." Finx allowed the driver of the coach to help her down. "Thank you fred. So abigail did the girls behave well I was away." "Yes madam the we're perfect." "Good care on then." abigail glanced at Raven then at finx frowning. "I guess you'll introduce him when we're inside." finx smiled at her. "Come on you." she said taking the chain in her hand and stared for the house. It was a big house a least two stories with loads of windows. The window frames were a soft white color well the rest of the house was blue.

Raven was slightly surprised to hear such a bit of information about his new Mistress. He knew that 'friendships' between masters and slaves weren't entirely common, so it was nice to find there were others aside from his previous masters that befriended those that served them. 'Perhaps this experience won't be as bad as originally thought' he thought quietly to himself.

He felt the jerk of the carriage coming to a stop before actually looking out to see that they had arrived at their destination. He wasn't able to get a good view until the stage door was opened. The house was a bit larger then he had expected, but from what he could tell it wouldn't be anything too difficult, at least when it came to the outside. He calmly waited until his Mistress was out of the carriage before starting to move himself, not that he really had much of a choice with the tugging of his chain. Quickly he followed after, giving his head a slight bow in greeting towards the woman whom had been addressed as Abigail, knowing that voicing who he was without permission wouldn't be acceptable.

After his silent greeting towards the brown haired maid his attention then turned once more towards the house that he was to be led to. There were quite a few amounts of windows and he wondered for a moment if one of his tasks would be to clean them, or if that was the duty of another. His Mistress had been inquiring about lifting so perhaps he would be doing some sort of project outside, such as adding on to the home, or doing some heavy lifting inside the home. Then again he knew there was a possibility of both, which then begged the question of exactly how many others were serving his Mistress. He judged from the size of the house there had to be a fair amount, then again it was possible that there were many empty rooms that she would be looking to fill in the future. She had been talking about hiring another to assist him after all.

Cinder was sitting in his cell when he saw some girl dragged into the back room he could just here them talking about prices and some shapeshifter when out of know where he heard the crack of a whip "ouch" Cinder looked out his cage one more time to see the girl get dragged into the cage in front of him "well hi there your new here well so am I nice to meet you" Cinder rested his back on the cage as he took some dirt from the ground and put it in his hands then started to burn it "so your tattoo where did you get yours" as he rubbed his hand on his scar looking tattoo on his neck.

Cinder smiled "wow your really talking to me these guys just give me this glare then go back to work" cinder stood up and cracked his back when he saw her close her eye's in what looked like fear when he realized that she wasn't good with close spaces "Hey don't worry after a bit you get used to being here any way's it could be worse" Cinder smiled again "I could not even be here" Cinder was just trying to pass the time until something interesting happens again "oh my tattoo oh it's the golden line through a evil world" Cinder started to crack other parts of his body "uhh im not used to sitting for so long oh well I need to relax more".

Abigail opened the door and followed raven once finx had him inside. "Welcome back Miss finx." come a chorus of welcome from a line a maids ranging in age from 20 to 17. "Good evening girls. As I'm sure you're wondering this is Raven he is my slave and will be working he from now one." the girls all stared at him "He's cute." one of the youger girls. "Well he's all you'rs show him around the house and find sonething for him to do then lock him in the guest room." "Why not a cage?" abigail asked mildly. "Because one I haven't bought one yet two he's safer from them." finx answered as she watched the girls surround raven.

Raven took the opportunity to take a quick glance around once he was inside the house, taking note of possible jobs he could assigned to. He still wasn't entirely sure what his role was going to be in a house that seemed surprisingly full of women. 'When she said there were only two males she really wasn't joking' he thought with a slightly nervous mental chuckle. He did take note that they were relatively well trained, as they did greet the Mistress as soon as she entered and all lined up.

As the Mistress introduced him he gave a small bow of his head in greeting. "Greetings Mademoiselles" he quietly said again in greeting and being mindful of his manners. A slight pang of nervousness set in as he came under the gaze of so many, with it growing slightly as Finx ordered for them to find him something to do before being locked in the guest room. He wasn't sure how he felt as the question of a cage was suddenly brought up by the maid named Abigail as he wasn't exactly expecting it. His attention was quickly shifted from that however as he seemed suddenly surrounded by the maids of the house. It was almost as if they had never seen a male before. "I suppose I'm all yours then ladies, unless the Mistress has something specific in mind?" he asked, mildly curious if he would be able to survive living here, let alone the tour.

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"You can help us wash windows and clean the floor." One of the maids said taking his arm and dragging him to were pails of water sat. "Yeah finally we have some one tall enough to reach the higher windows without having to stand on a chair." another maid cheered as they set to work. Some grabbed scub brushes well other grabbed soaking wet rags "which would you rather do windows or the floor." abigail asked him as she grabbed a rag for herself.

Cinder was happy that there was someone that didn't hate his talented nature or annoying in some people's eye's "hey still could be worst my last cell was a steel cage that was to small to stand in and you couldn't stretch you legs." Cinder was watching her talk not saying much until she asked for his name "it's Cinder nice to meet you" he then started to think really hard about what to call her his face was almost smoking from how hard he was thinking "RAG I will call you rag" Cinder said pointing at the girl "if that's ok with you I hope it I ahh what am I saying of coerce it is every one love my names isn't thar right billy" as Cinder pointed at the one guard he named before but it wasn't the right name again.

(Hey black... She told cinder what her name was before she started talking with him... Its Nikia)

Rosemary narrowed her eyes but kept silent, showing that she understood her place.she listened to him talk, and in her mind she noted how calculating he was and filed the information away in her memory.after instructions, she spoke quietly, but with just enough heat to be heard."you are not a person,only a machine.you have locked away your humanity.I only wish I could do the same.you are better suited to the personality of a demon than I am." She said.then she noticed the house and her tails drooped.a distinct air of sadness, and determination, surrounded her."its lucky you bought me.this is no home.it clearly needs a woman to properly care for it." She said, a firm tone to her voice that said she would fix this problem, while managing not to sound judgmental. Todd seemed confused by her tone, as if he had never heard her speak sternly before."I will get to work immediately." She said, a note of finality coloring her tone.

(I know he just thinks that nick names are more fun)

((Woah. Um sorry, I had to be off for a week due to school, work and stuff. So how can I jump back in?))

((Just...read the last post(s) to you, and reply to those?))

Raven calmly nodded as two options were expressed to him. A smile crossed his face as a maid spoke up about having someone tall to reach the top windows without a chair. He thought for a moment when the question came as to which one he preferred. In all honesty he didn't really care which he did, since he could do both. "It doesn't really matter, whichever one you'd prefer. From what I've heard though it may be safer for me to do the windows, or at least the higher up ones. It's not exactly safe to stand on chairs, especially since it could lead to an injury" he calmly stated as he picked up the nearest rag.

(OH OK!!! I didnt understand :sweat:)

Nikia looked confused while the man figured out what her name was. Even then he had it all wrong. He started to call her... rag... She looked away in dismay about being called something that usually people just toss away.... like a slave. That word right there was hitting below the belt. "My NAME is Nikia." She said strictly. "And id rather not have a name thats going to mark me as something that gets tossed to the trash or cleans up only the dirtiest messes." With that she moved to a corner in her cell where she could have her back to the guy. Maybe it was a little too cruel, but it wasnt like she was getting any enjoyment out of a guy who called her rag.

Than again, she could be being a bit harsh on him. It did seem like he was trying to get her to laugh or do something that would brighten this place up, but being called rag just didnt seem fitting for her talents at all. it just felt like someones step toy that she was being called. Something that could get dirtied up and ripped apart where no one cared about it whatsoever. now she wished she had not been captured so easily. It would have made for a better day at least if she hadnt been, but her choices were no longer her own if she stayed here. She looked around to check out the guard rotation and see if there was any chance of escaping, but they had the place locked up tight so that no slave could get away and why shouldnt they? If a slave left, that meant hurting it to an extremely harsh point. Hurt slaves were very hard to sell.