Iah Yang

"That so?" Raiden asked as the low rumble from the base of the techno song playing in the main room could be heard through the walls. With Iah there with him alone he moved closer putting a hand on either side of the now trapped master cornering him even more.

What... What was happening? What should he do?

"That so?" Raiden asked as the low rumble from the base of the techno song playing in the main room could be heard through the walls. With Iah there with him alone he moved closer putting a hand on either side of the now trapped master cornering him even more.

Iah stared up at the other, feeling the wall at his back. Was this really a good idea? It was far too late to think about that now... "Touching?"

There was only a low hum of voices now as the slaves still down with him settled down. It must be getting late by the way they reacted which the reaper found interesting. Though he never grew tired in the same way as the beings around him, never had a need for it. Suppose that came with the ghost he used to be there was no such feeling nor as the reaper he is now. He's standing, leaning up against a wall with a small book he found on the floor not far from where he was standing. "Curious how you got here." He said to no one in particular, mostly aiming the question to himself. He hadn't been in the castle long enough to know the ins and outs just yet. No doubt he will be learning much more about the place in the days that followed.

Iah had gone down to collect one of the slaves as a helper. His plants were taking over his room and he needed to move them. Sadly, most of the pots were too large for him to do so on his own. Certainly, he could move them, but they were cumbersome.

Iah blinked as the other put an arm around him. This was... This was okay, right? He wasn't sure he could leave, but he also didn't quite want to.

"Maybe you have. Everyone carries a little bit of it wherever they go." He said, sniffing the air as he moved closer to the guest. "What is it that you fear? Can be small or big, whatever it may be, I know you have it within you."

Fear? What was the other talking about? Should he answer that? Iah knew there were those in the castle and town that would use such information to hurt him. "Um... why?" he asked, nervous.

Though the office had only been occupied for a short while he had made it more of his own. Some would think it dark, yet the ghoul found pleasure in the knickknacks he had strewn around. Trophies he'd collected over his long life before and after his ascension into vampirehood. He was fidgeting with some items on his desk when there was someone at the door, a knock before the large wooden door swung open. He shifted so he was sitting just off the edge, his desk ornate and large to accomodate his stature while holding up. "Ah, my first visitor." He cheerfully said, waiting for his guest to come from around the door.

Iah just liked meeting as many people as he could.

Since being moved into the dormitory, Zane tried to keep to himself. He was used to being able to shift into his fox form whenever he felt anxious like this, and get small enough to keep himself hidden. Here, everything felt very exposed in a way that he wasn't used to. Zane was used to being the one behind the camera, the watcher instead of being watched.

He didn't come down to the common room often, but Iah needed some help and this was the fastest way to find someone. However, the room appeared to be mostly empty. Sighing, he was about to leave when he saw someone reading. "Hey!" he called, a bright smile on his face. "How good are you with plants?"

He grinned at the other, flustered as it were, and merely leaned over. "Confidence, Iah." He mused softly. "That's how everyone wins this silly game. Confidence." Leaning back, he placed his straight flush down. "Or alternatively read people's minds, but who likes a cheat?"

"Confidence?" Iah nodded, trying to understand. He could do this, right? Okay, maybe not. Chuckling to himself, he was happy he wasn't betting very much. As the other revealed his cards, Iah's eyes widened. "You win," he laughed, showing two pairs.

Gideon was on a fairly good streak, though gambling was not one of the hobbies he usually took up, Poker required a steady hand and a straight face. Something Gideon could do for days on end if lost in thought, so poker wasn't so terribly hard and others were so often easy to read. A furrow of the brow, a biting of the lips. The smaller micromovements of the face giving weigh to the turmoil of decision underneath. But Gideon, with a straight flush in his hand, merely gave a small grin. "Your turn."

His turn? Iah knew he was absolutely terrible at poker. Aside from not really knowing how to play, his emotions were always readable on his face. He couldn't be stoic if he tried. "Um..." he mumbled. "Call, I think."

He felt himself blush deeply. "I-I-um," he stammered. While he couldn't say he wasn't interested, no one had ever been that up front about it before. "I would like that."

Finn left the house earlier than needed to meet Iah for dinner beforehand. He was dressed in what Gareth set out for him for parties tonight with the plan to meet up with his master and a few friends between Euphoria and Cannabites afterwards. But first was the Christmas gift of dinner together Iah suggested and Finn readily agreed, finding the thought sweet and glad they waited to do this tonight instead of last week.

Iah was nervous, although he knew he shouldn't be. He and Finn had gone out many times and it was wonderful. Today would be no different. Waiting for Finn, he had chosen a dark red suit with a green tie. As somewhat over the top as his outfits usually were, he wanted to try something simpler today.

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Two chances? Iah blinked. He wasn't very good at jokes. What should he do?! "What... does doctor dolittle have to do with anything?" He hadn't seen the film so was incredibly confused. "I-um... maybe you can help me in the greenhouse?"

Iah wasn't sure what he was supposed to think. What was going on? Slowly, he nodded. Bar with extracurricular activities... That sounded interesting. Or terrifying. Or both. "What sort of activities?" Maybe that was the safest question to ask...

"I see," Elio hummed, his mouth bending downwards into a slight frown. "So it was a fighting tournament 'sports day' event." He didn't like that idea knowing just what Iah told him. Wasn't it bad enough he and the other slaves were fighting to survive almost every day of their lives down in the Undercroft? It seemed on brand for the Council to host such thing though for the sake of entertainment. "Who all fought, if you remember? Were they volunteers or were participants forced into it?"

"There was fighting and some other stuff," Iah continued. "But mostly I remember the fighting tournament." He paused for a moment, thinking. "Volunteers mostly," he replied. "I remember a lot of the masters and staff fighting." Seeing the guards had been especially interesting. They were quite skilled fighters, after all.