Welcome to Gaia! ::

Home planet? Matasoga though. She must mean "home plane." But that certainly doesn't sound like the Abyss. Maybe she's not a demon at all. I was willing to dismiss that she didn't look like any of them but she doesn't act anything like one, either.
Matasoga puzzled over this for but a few moments before tossing it aside. There will be time for that, later, he thought.
As they approached the door, he asked, "What are your abilities? What do you know how to do?"

"I'll replace them, should you need them," he offered, in regard to the blades "but first let me tell you that under no circumstances are you to ever read my mind. If I ever find that you have the punishment..."
He stopped walking, both because they had reached the door and because he wanted to stress this point.
"Will be dire," he finished as the doors slowly opened before them. "Do you understand?" he asked softly, quietly.

He hoped that the swiftness of the subject change was a result of her seemingly low understanding of human conduct, rather than a flippant regard of the severity of such an infraction.
Matasoga had become a very public person, which he regretted not in the least but two things were his and his alone. Those things were his room and his mind. Trespassing upon either was strictly forbidden.
"We do," he said, letting the matter go. "They grow wild out back and are a favorite of one of the highest echelon members."
As he walked in he asked "Can you cook, clean, or perform any services other than combat?"

"Very well then," he said without complete satisfaction, but little terribly visible emotion. He wasn't entirely certain that she'd work out here. Time would tell.
"Would you like the tour first or would you like to go to your room and rest?" he asked.

Matasoga arched a brow, quite unsure that he liked that.
"Very well," he at last acquiesced. "Don't move anything without permission."
That said he turned and walked away to see if Amelia had yet come to her senses and recovered the ability to speak and react, as well as to speak with Pheonix. He'd be discussing something with all of them later.

Phoenix heard a new voice, from downstairs, the voice was talking to matasoga. She walked over to the door of the room and walked out, looking around. She remembered her way around the house and she headed down the stairs to the second floor, looking around heading towards the stairs that lead to the first floor.

[[Akima]]

Akima found herself near the west wall where she had already opened the door there. She didn't know exactly how she got here, having gotten lost on the way. Upon entering, Akima enjoyed the sight of many art work around the room. She is intrigued that such odd, somewhat weak minded creatures had this kind of capacity. She is of course picturing the ones she had been surrounded with while being traded. Akima sighs, looking at them, only the ones that caught her eye immediately for now; which were very few in the first few minutes. By the end of this time, Akima itched to have herself something to draw with and on. She continues to look at the works, listening off-handedly to the activity of the manor.