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Saryn Desperia
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Wed Apr 10, 2019 9:32 pm

Saryn Desperia

Vortas 35th

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"Alright! I am going to leave the rest up to you as I have to go and clean a room." Saryn said to the rest of the passive maids on her shift.

Saryn had room cleaning duty and it was about time for her to get to work.

Today Saryn's maid outfit was spotless, well.... as close as she could get to perfect especially after a couple of hours of work. Her outfit was newly washed, dried, pressed, and scented and her hair was put up into a barely looser than tight bun that bobbed ever so slightly as she walked down the hallway. She had worked on making it readily apparent that her hygiene was well taken care of. Her attention to detail was well apparent in her slightly scented skin, managed fingernails, and careful but deliberate straightening with her clothes to be precisely correct on her frame. The only item which could have been considered out of ordinary, or against the norm of maids in Brunnhold was a single golden earring that housed an inlaid ruby that dangled off of her right ear.

Saryn sighed to herself.

Whenever she had done these tasks, she always asked herself if the galdori were even capable of cleaning after themselves. With the amount of dirt, dust, and detritus that was created in the wake of the hoard of the suffocatingly elite of the country, she would not be suprised if they were just overgrown babies or children that did not know what they were doing. In fact, she almost caught herself cringing at the thought. "I have to be careful to moderate my facial expressions.....lest they find out how I really feel." Saryn murmured to herself as she headed through the halls

She eventually made her way over to the door that, in her mind, loomed. This wasn't particularly something new though as Saryn was always a little nervous to step into a room and accidentally mess up, causing some sort of punishment to befall her as she was trying to fix her mistake. While being nervous was some of the reason why she had found engaging with the door in front of her, another was anticipation.

What cool items could be lying on the other side of the door? What could she get away with stealing? She loved the feeling that she got when she got away with an interesting item, not that she kept the item of course. She had a habit of taking an item and hiding it somewhere else in the room as she had both no reason to keep the item and she never really stole for the material gain in the first place. The closer she got to being caught, the better it felt when she got away with her little "game".

She then pushed herself to knock on the door, signifying that she was here. After knocking, she felt a little bit of a rush of relief, as she had just overcome a little of her own mental timidity.

"Hello, this is one of the maids. May I come in to clean?"



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Fionn
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Fri Apr 19, 2019 5:56 pm

Vortas 35, 2718 | Midday
Professor Keyes' Rooms
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Ink edging his fingertips was becoming a regular sight and Fionn still wasn't sure how he felt about it. After having so many years of being so particular about his hands, keeping them so impeccably clean, it felt odd to have any sort of stain, especially one that could be so damn difficult to get out. Oh there were ways of course but it wasn't like he could go to any water source and simply wash them clean by scrubbing his fingertips against his skin. And it shouldn't matter anymore, it really shouldn't. That obsession with clean hands had come from Ayden, forcibly imposed by his former roommate and then patron. The man didn't have any power him anymore, not officially, but that didn't mean that he was out of his head. Thus, inked hands were anxiety inducing but also more than a little thrilling as if he was consciously engaging in an act of rebellion when he didn't actually have a choice in the matter.

Professor Keyes - Gustav, he was meant to call him Gustav - worked with ink and other media for the purpose of his work, which Fionn was meant to assist him with when he could and clean up properly. It was also necessary for him to write and he was working on his handwriting which had been sorely neglected since his childhood and while serviceable was still immature and childish to be utilised by the man in certain ways. He thought that the printer and engraver appreciated the passive's artistic eye and wanted to make use of it, to encourage it but not in a patronising way. He'd made certain resources available to the blond and there was some trust there but still potential for more, if it was earned. It was strange really because when he was with the galdor, Fionn could almost forget that he was passive.

Almost.

There was still plenty to grate on the servant though, especially the fact that he had to return to the passive wing every evening, had to be reminded of his mona-forsaken status every time he left the professor's room and interacted with others. And there were still tasks that the older man got him to do that were more typical of what he'd spent years doing in Brunnhold. Still, it was more engaging work than he was used to, the act of crafting and creating things extremely appealing to the artistic youth. He'd drawn before his gating and Niamh had given him drawing materials to take up the skill again.

They'd spent the morning working on prints based on the latest woodcuts that Gustav had made and it was a somewhat messy process. There was a very careful order in the prints themselves that didn't betray the chaos that oozed out around them in the workspace although the nature of the chaos varied depending on the methods involved. There were ways to minimise clean-up but even then there tended to be plenty to tidy. It was a good sort of disorder though.

Gustav had gone to tidy himself up, saying something about doing some preparation for class and trusting Fionn to handle the matter while he was otherwise occupied. However, when he wandered into the washroom, he obviously hadn't expected any company, even another servant. As such, the youth was alone when the knock came, a moment of rigidity in his posture at the unexpected intrusion before he forced himself to relax. There was no reason to be afraid.

And then he heard the voice.

It was a woman, another passive.

"Shit, I don't need this!" he muttered to himself, glancing towards the closed washroom door. He wasn't going to receive any aid from that quarter and he couldn't understand why Professor Keyes would have asked for a maid. He supposed that there were some areas that probably lacked the right level of care but... things were clean enough, weren't they? They were presentable where it mattered and it felt wrong to call in another passive (a fucking girl, sweet Lady!) to deal with something that he could handle himself. Although Fionn did have more important things to be doing than dusting and the like.

His hands weren't in the right state to be dealing with opening doors - he was currently armed with an ink roller - and he didn't think he could have a proper conversation with her through the door - even if it was just to tell her to fuck off - so he called for her to enter instead. When she did so, the passive was busy being well... busy. Anyone who knew him would have been surprised by his evident industriousness but it was mainly bustle, a distraction because he didn't want to look at the woman too closely.

Fionn was perhaps a little too aware that even though there was just a closed portal between the two passives and Professor Keyes, they were for all intents and purposes alone. Male and female passives were kept very carefully segregated from one another but there paths did still have to cross from time to time, in which case there would always be supervision. That was distinctly lacking here and the young man was worried that he'd be tempted. So the servant didn't look at her when she came in, working on cleaning the ink roller instead before moving onto the cut wooden block itself, wiping his fingers on a cloth afterwards and having the chemically-loosened ink smear off onto the cotton.

"Professor Keyes is just washing at the moment. I don't know what he wants you to do, he didn't tell me so you'll have to wait for him to come back out. He might just tell you to go away, I don't know. I don't see why he wants you," the blond commented a little sullenly, shrugging as he worked.

He hoped that the maid would just be sent away. He didn't need the girl in his space, especially if she went near the place that Gustav had set aside for him, something that was truly his. It would be encroaching on his territory, which was bad enough, but the young man also had certain items that he'd squirrelled away, mundane and worthless for the most part but many of them evidently pilfered all the same. Old habits died hard after all and the last thing the middle Madden needed was for some passive bitch to stumble on his stash.
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