[color=goldenrod][u][h2]Aliseth[/h2][/u][/COLOR][hr][COLOR=#C0C0C0]Town Jail[/COLOR]
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From the direction of the open door that Gadez has just passed through, Aliseth heard something, echoes of whispers rolling down the stone walls from the outside. 

[i]Talking... why could he hear talking. That wasn't right... Was Daphne back already? Had she even left? This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Not like this.[/i]

Worried for the guard, Aliseth, desperate to know what was going on, tried something drastic, something new.
Now was the time to be daring. 
Turning theory into practice, using intention over intuition, Aliseth focused on the magic that coursed through his veins, focused on where it came from, what it came from. He was a flesh crafter after all and in his current repertoire of consumed flesh, beside the few people and faces were many a beasts. 

It was brash, it was foolish, but also he thought-[i]it should work.[/i]

He recalled the lone hungry wolf from few nights ago that became his meal. More importantly it's ears, focussing on the inner workings and that predatory advanced sense of hearing. The blue print was already in his body, he just needed to use an artists precision to keep the area changed limited and focused. He only wanted the inner ear of the animal, not it's whole head. 

While he had altered single parts of his body before, copying had only ever been in full and happened once, instinctually or by reflex. So this was new territory that needed focus and control. Time is what it needed but time he did not have.

It was painful, causing an instant migraine to tear through his mind. A migraine greatly amplified by the sudden roaring of the world. It was as if a hurricane existed in his head. As if a tidal wave ran through his ears. Panic suddenly gripped him as he feared he had done something wrong. Falling to the floor, hands grasping desperately at the side of his face trying madly in vain to block the world out. 
But as he had been recently learning, gifts from the blight were nothing if not accomodating and adaptable.

It had only lasted a moment, taken a few breaths, for him to adapt, recover. Then everything slowly settled down like a picture coming into focus, gaining contrast, that roaring sound splitting and breaking into individual unique sounds, each one softening into its own defined whisper. 

He had to close his eyes, for the pain, for the information overload. He could hear things in this very room that were not there before, the world around him was now different through these ears. Everything breathed with a sense of new life. Most importantly, he could hear what was going on outside. Shifting his focus through the various sounds like flicking through the pages of a book. They were familiar but different and he knew he shouldn't be able to hear most of them at all at this distance. Even Gadez, who's voice he had the displeasure of growing accustomed to, was only recognised by his [i]unique[/i] way of talking.

Aliseth wanted a moment to revel in this new found sense, to get lost in the distant and once hidden sounds, but he had more pressing matters to focus on. Footsteps, more voices. From the floor across the open cell door, Aliseth held his breath and listen to the happenings outside the jail.