The City That is Kirria Kin [Inactive]

[Lovable Dark-side]

(Time to start. @Party Poison @Huehuehuehuehue @Sea @keizerin @RyuShura @Vetenskapsman )


The man who went by Xaver Bluebell sat idoily in his office, staring at a oh, so slightly rusted scalpel that he had just been using," Oh, this will not do," He mutters to himself, placing his thumb across the blade. The flesh of it slicing open and spilling its red juice like that of an orange being squeezed," blade just isn't sharp enough, it won't do if I have pianet with thick skin."


Xaver throws the useless tool away from him sighing, before turning his head to the grandfather clock which stood proudly in the corner of his office, staring as the second hand ticked away the seconds into minutes. The minutes into hours, and soon it would be 3 o'clock. The time for the auction to start, a time were he would collect some more materials for his work.


The clock struck three and the young man names Xaver exited his office, his pristine lab coat flowing behind him. It takes him only second before he is outside and entering his car. It was time. It was time to give himself some purpose and get back to his studies, and to do that he would need them.


(I am aware it is short. I just didn't have much time to get this done. I have been tired or busy.)

 

[Sea]

Pandora Harley sat in her father's office, one hand drumming lightly on the cherrywood desk. Well, I suppose it's mine now. She looked around, taking in the familiar bookshelves and tall, elegant lamps. The chairs were all stuffed, cushioned, and covered in velvet, except for the two strictly wooden chairs that stood in front of her desk. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a practical ponytail, with her bangs and some strands framing her face. She wore an outfit of dark blue velvet and creamy silk. Her face held an expression of boredom and impatience. The people who had asked to see her were fifteen minutes late.


Suddenly, the door creaked open. Her hand stopped drumming and her expression turned into one of expectancy. A couple came in, dressed ordinarily and having an expression of uncertainty upon their faces. The man had a folded piece of paper in one hand. She rose and reached out to shake their hands in greeting. After everyone had sat down, Pandora spoke. "What did you want to see about?" The man quickly unfolded the paper and smoothed it out on his lap before handing it to her. She hesitantly took it, but barely gave it a glance. The couple exchanged a glance before the man looked at her. "Do you-"


"Yes, it's a document, and one that shows a certain agreement about a creature. Now what's the issue? Your payment is due in two days," she replied curtly, quite puzzled about their visit. Honestly, what could be the issue here? Then the man spoke, and his woman companion looked away uncomfortably. They could not pay the fee that was agreed upon. Something had come up, and they could not uphold their part of the document, especially not in two days. As they spoke and gave more excuses, she could feel them getting more confident...and she didn't like that. "And also, we cannot be expected to be financially ready in two days for this-"


"For this agreement? That you clearly signed, two months ago? I upheld my part of the bargain, so uphold yours. You could've started saving up for this, but you didn't," she said sharply. The couple glanced at each, less certain. "I didn't even mention that you were late for the meeting that you insisted on having. Also, this is very last minute, and very. Ir.re.spon.si.ble." She huffed and slapped her hand against the table with every syllable, giving them an irritated look. She was more insulted and annoyed than mad. They looked genuinely concerned and scared now, uncomfortably shifting and fidgeting. She sighed, giving them a look that said what-am-I-to-do-with-you. "Two more weeks, but if the money isn't here by then..." She glanced at them, and they nodded. Exhaling, she gave them back the document and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. They left in a hurry.


As the door closed behind them, the clock struck three.

 

[Euclid Leaf]

Mark had a brimming smile on his lips, not because he felt good, in fact he felt kind of muddy. His head was aching again, but his mood was so uplifted that the pain was mostly ignored.


His eyes shone in the light of his "furnished" cell as he tapped his fingers excitedly, the purple glow emanating a stifled passion.


He was straddled on a chair beside a plain white desk with an array of pencils and papers, drawing out another work of art. Surrounding him were just the usual layer of paper ranging in size, and a bottle of nearly finished pain relievers. At one side of the room was his plush white bed, and on the other, the door to the bathroom. The plain walls in the room were boring, but when he tried drawing on them, he'd get chastized by another one of those painfully monotone officers.


"My, this is turning out pretty good!" he said with a laugh, glancing up to the camera to the corner of the room and waving, "Hey, don't you think so?"


He pulled up the paper and revealed the image of a man sitting underneath an apple tree. He was gazing up to the moon, though he had no idea how that was significant in any way. It simply came to him for one reason or another, like a dash of sudden inspiration. The picture was incredibly detailed, the shades and tones all layered to match reality. It would resemble something taken of a camera, if it weren't for the way Mark would accent the light in dramatic fashion.


The camera doesn't reply, remaining silent while the red light blinked every few moments, much to be expected. He continued the artwork with a largely unaffected grin.


Though if it really did begin to talk, I'd wonder what it would tell me...? That I snore when I sleep? Hmm, that's a good question. Do I?


He set the pencil down just as he lined the finishing touches, leaning back with a sigh. His purple eyes gleamed as he looked up into the row of lights above, staring at the lights cheerfully, kicking his feet up onto the corner of the table.


It was the first time I'll be out there again... in oh, who knows how long? Just how much has the world changed since I was last there, oh the possibilities and inspiration I'll be able to acquire for my next piece!


The dull days and daily routines were numbing nonetheless, though he was just glad they would provide him with the necessary tools to survive in such a dull place. Experiments are the least of your worries if you've got nothing to distract from the soreness and pain the following hours at night. After a caused a bit of a "commotion" they understood that keeping him bored wasn't the best idea. After all, they wanted something out of him, not the other way around.


They even set him a nice suit for this spectacular day, at 3 a.m. whenever that'll be, since he refused to have a clock, he'd finally be leaving the hospitality of the prison facility.


A suddenly beep came from the panel above the door, signalling that it was time for them to send someone to fetch him.


"I hope you're ready for me..." he quickly straighted out his collar, the wide smile turned to a calm grin.


The purple eyes aimed at the door, the glow now focused to a low humored shimmer.


"I hope you don't disappoint, new master."

 

[Nem]

Serah stood up from the chair she was sitting in as someone entered the room. The person that entered simply set a silk kimono on the bed, leaving the room. Serah walked over to the kimono, where a note said: "Today is a rather special day- the auctioneers have put together funds to make sure all you beasts dress nicely." And that was the end of the sticky note. Serah looked up at the camera, sighing. There was no way she could avoid it to get privacy, as the camera would just follow her wherever she went in the perfectly cubic room. So, she undressed, quickly putting the kimono on, and folding the clothes she just took off afterwards.


She spun around towards the door, the clock on the wall read 1:30, but she had messed with it so many times it could be anywhere up to eighteen hours off. Oh well, time is just a needless bother, anyway. All she had in the small room was a chair, her bed, a small music stand, music supposed to be impossible to play by human standards, requiring eleven fingers at some points in the song. Of course, she ahd a tail, and humans didn't, and that was that.


As such, she sat down in front of the piano, closing her eyes as she lifted the lid covering the keys. Resting her fingers on the polished white keys, she began to play a song that she had played so many times it was ingrained in her memory.


She poured her soul into the song, playing the parts with emphasis, a light smile beginning to form on her lips as she continued into the best part of the song; where it kicks up into masterpiece standards, by most assessors. And then the door buzzed as someone came in.


Serah yanked her hands away from the keys just as the lid closed itself, as it is programmed to do whenever anyone opened the door. She had gotten her hands stuck in the keyboard one too many times. Obediently, she stood up as the person gestured her to do, and then the person led her out the door.


"We're taking you to the holding cell where all you beasties will be held for the entirety of the auction." The man sneered, taking a left turn followed by a complicated series of staircases and other turns.

 

[Hiddencard]

Everyone at the facility referred to the pale boy, with a mask over his face as Exsperiment 427. When you entered the room, the deep rasping of his breathings through the mask would probably make him seem more like an experiment too, along with scars covering his body from needle pokes, but strangely enough the most of his bad scars had healed from his amazing healing skills. He was pretty skinny - not his fault on this one, since he was actually keen on stuffing his face when he could. The experiment would never react on his proper title though.


"Exsperiment 427!" came the voice through the speakers.


The boy was laying with his head over the edge of the bed. Upside-down. In his hands was a playstation controller and he was shooting enemies with a bored look in his eyes. His feet resting up against the wall. He was watching the screen upside-down to give himself more of a challenge. When you have this much time on your hands you had to get creative.


"Exsperiment 427!" the name was repeated two times more, before the voice sighed.


"Sid!" The boy's rapid fingers stopped their tapping on the buttons, and his eyes glanced up lazily to the speaker, a relaxed smile on his lips to show that he was satisfied with the name he had used, although he kept lying upside-down. "We will need you to get dressed and ready, we are going on very shortly."


"Alright!" he called through his mask, and then paused his game. He holstered himself back up in a sitting position on his bed, and then went over to the small closet he had been provided. He scratched through his hair, and then opened his drawer. "Where are we going?" he called up toward the speakers. No answer. "Sir! Siiir!" he said, but he still got no answer. He frowned, much like a child that didn't get his way, and then put on a blue shirt and pants. The shirt was always the hardest part, because he had to take off his mask to do it. He always did it quickly so he would only have to go without air for a short moment.

 

[studyNight]

Alina paced behind the heavy curtains of her grand auctioning stage. "Al!" In mid stride a stage assistant called her, annoyed she stepped over towards the aide. "What is it? And I told you not to call me that." she said with a hand on her hip. "I'm so sorry Alina, but you should be pleased that the beasts are ready to be picked and set out." Alina let out a sly smile. "Wonderful, thank you Chance. They are all dressed correct? You remembered the dressings?" She turned around, now not focusing on the apprentice but instead on her work. "Of course I did, they look perfect" As she walked towards the back rooms she could smell the coming of upperclassmen waiting for the bidding.





Walking by the cages she examined her prizes. Beasts always assume the auctioneer will taunt them, hurt them, but why would she do that? She's here to sell the things, not break them. "Oh hello littles, you all look dazzling today. As this selling is a formal event I need you all to be on your best behavior. I'm dearly sorry you couldn't get into one of my more rowdy auctions, those are quite fun, even you critters enjoy them." Coaxing out each of the creatures, she gazed at all of them. Whispering through the cells she stared, "Beautiful."

 

[CrystalTears]

William had just finished stealing a golden emerald necklace for his own safe keeping, it never hurt to borrow from where he was suppose to be stealing from anyway. He had stolen what seemed to be an invitation to an auction along with a few documents, where creatures, like himself, were auctioned off. Luckily few knew of his shapeshifting abilities, as he already feared that he would become one of the exhibits on the auction. Instead he decided to go, as the clock tower in the distant hit three, he made his way through the crowds to over where the auction was to be held.


It was crowded and far too many people than what William enjoyed, but he was there to deliver off the files he had gotten, he didn't know what they were, but that didn't matter. He didn't need more information than what the job required, but for now he could at least see what this entire auction was about, and what was being auctioned off. Maybe he found something he himself found interesting.

 

[keizerin]

Aela was sitting in bed as she usually did when they brought her her outfit: a simple white dress, supposedly to make her red hair "pop". As she held it in front of her, feeling the soft and silky fabric with her hands, the many weeks of sleepless nights had finally caught up to her and she felt exhausted. She had dreaded the day of another auction, and could only pray to the gods that she would not be chosen, despite her deep hatred for her cell - anything was better than being given to the highest bidder. The girl glared up at the camera in the ceiling's corner before undressing.


After adorning her gown, the Aesir could hear the faint but familiar sound of the piano playing, as it did most days. She wondered what kind of things decorated the other prisoner's rooms, for hers was very plain. Then again, she had no special talents or needs, nor did she ever ask for anything to be placed. Moments later, Aela realized the piano was no longer playing and, soon enough, the buzzer rang and a man came in to escort her out.


He said, "We're taking you to the holding cell wh-"


"Where I will be auctioned off. I already knew that." she interrupted, and the man scoffed. He probably spoke about how she should learn to hold her tongue, but she wasn't listening - at the moment, she was thinking about how uncomfortable her shoes were. When she arrived at her cell, she took them off and sat down.

 

[CZDoubleU]

Coyoty pressed her long hair down looking around quickly before exiting her motel room. She shuffled as fast as she could (whilst looking as human as possible) down the hallway to the exit. Upon exiting she smashed into someone closing her eyes tightly. "Ah, excuse me," she said and before the man could respond filed though the rest of the crowd. She stopped just outside of the city square just on the edge of a building staring in shock at the scene unfolding before her. She was more than ready to bolt if necessary.


She had been to one of these "auctions" in reality they were just slaves but she remembered hers where she and the friends she had learned to make had seen how much they were worth and betted who would go for the most. She was just a small child than, her wings were not as fully developed, her wolf ears and tail were also considerably smaller. It was hard to keep going around with her hat and cloak on anyone could find out just who she was by pulling her hat off. She hated people behind her and hated being touched, sprinting back or even turning sharply was always how she would react so now she just turned her face slightly to each side using her spectacularly good eyes to profile her surroundings every few seconds or so. Her ears worked this way too, bending them back instead of forward gave her ears more to hear. Of course there was always her animal instincts.


So she stood here, watching. Unsure of how the auctioneering would take place. It had to of been ten years since the last time she saw one and when she saw that one she was in it. Things could have been changed or things stayed the same whatever the case some things would always stay the same. Through this Coyoty knew everything about humans she needed to. She even created her own list of rules on a piece of paper that she had kept with her since she was fourteen.


Since she was small she hated working for people, being whipped for bad behaviour, told what to do and segregated by herself. It had been way too long since she had seen any of her parents and she knew that they were most likely dead. Everyone knew how to kill her kind but she... She was strangely less effected by these substances. Her previous slave owner had started to discover this the more he whipped her. Over and over again he would do it making slashed down her back between her wings and above her tail. Deep cutting scars that should have been stitched lined her back like battle scars that she never wanted. To her they were proof that when something tried to kill her she was stronger, but she would never tell anyone this, and to this day only certain people heard her thick German accented English.


People lined the streets packing this small city's square and filing in towards her. Starting to get nervous she realised that she had to keep her cool, fit in. It was too late to leave. Normally she would be gone by auction of this place. She would be on to another place and since not many people did the work that she could get paid to do she simply banked it at motels or churches even though she hated them. So today she stepped out into the light as the sun begun to fill the square in a glowing mixture of yellows and oranges.


Her hair which was curly lay across her back pulled halfway back under her ears and braided down to about the middle of her back where it met the rest of her loose curly hair flowing down to the middle of her thigh. She was nervous but it was a seriously good thing she had her hair the way she did because of someone so happened to pull off her hat and her cloak she would be covered due to how she had dressed (an ankle length dress with small gems around the hem and fancy expensive fabric. She had done this dress herself while deciding how to do her hair. It seemed she was almost too prepared and in a sense she was.


Truth was she could be killed for what she had done to her master, it was not that she could be.


She would.

 

[Vetenskapsman]

The haggard man exited his abandoned, run-down, shanty of an apartment. No one else lived there, so it may as well have been his own personal palace -- or perhaps cathedral would be the more appropriate word. After a few minutes of walking, the dark, foreboding alleyways gave way to broad, open streets bustling with people haplessly wallowing in their own squalor. The man looked around the boulevard, searching for the auction house. It was easy to pick out, even with the uniform style of all the buildings: all the nobles spewed from the place in their expensive clothes and gluttonous coin purses stuffed to the brim like an oversize teddy bear. Perhaps a change of clothes was in order before braving the tide of pomp and circumstance, even for but a humble servant such as the haggard man.


"What do you think, Alzir?" whispered the man, retreating ever so slightly into the guarding shadows of the alleyways.


"Perhaps that would be wise," his companion trailed off in response, invisible and unheard to all but God's servant. The creature was cloaked, the same general figure as a human male, but beyond that any commonalities it had with a human were lost. Even behind the concealing shadows of the cloak, the man could feel its judgmental, serpentine eyes watching him. There was a long and quiet silence between the two before the man issued a short nod, slipping further back into the Labyrinthine alleys where he had hidden some nice clothes to feign nobility. It was always helpful to keep some of the things from his past victims. There were no windows around and not a soul in sight. It was safe to change there.


After a few moments, the filthy, gaunt man worked himself into the fine suit, washing off his face and mustering as much arrogance and condescension as he could, as he would have to play the part, after all. He didn't bother asking Alzir how he looked, he already knew that the angel wouldn't say anything. He returned into the bustling street, taking a moment to rectify his posture before assimilating into the crowd. Idle chatter filled the air, the sweet timbre of a piano drifting loftily above, its complexity perhaps even rivaling some of the greats like Rachmaninov, Prokofiev, and Beethoven. It was clearly the work of a master musician. Perhaps the musician deserved to be uplifted to heaven for gracing Earth with such wonderful music, but it wasn't the man's place to make those kinds of judgments. That was the work of God.


The music stopped after a few minutes, the insolent chatter filling the air once more as the crowd took a sudden lurch forward, clawing its way into the towering structure. Now he would have to wait and simply find his target: a local philanthropist buying up the beasts just to set them free. While it was noble work, at least in the eye's of the man's master, he didn't quite understand the point when they were, in all likelihood, to be simply recaptured in a matter of a few days. It wasn't the man's place to make those kinds of judgments though. The line slithered through the building, spewing into an open square on the other side, crowded with hordes of pretentious nobles. The hateful, arrogant crowds ringed around the box-like center stage in an almost ceremonious way as bids were cried out from all corners of the square. The man was cramped into the mess of people, growing increasingly irritated while he was prodded and shoved. Alzir, on the other hand, had no trouble managing the crowds. They would either pass through it like air or it could perch in the air overhead, suspended by its massive, bat-like wings.


The man suddenly noticed that Alzir was not randomly fluttering about, but he circled a very specific person. A lone, well-dressed noble woman surrounded by a plethora of beasts. He recognized her face from news postings that littered the city, crowding bulletins and what-not. This was the woman that God had shown him the previous night. She had to die. But, to the man at least, it would ultimately be better for her, away from the appalling sin that perpetually plagued the planet.

 

[eternitarian]

A soft humming sound resonated within the room, the vibrations just bouncing back and forth, creating an echo of sorts. Soon enough, tapping fingers joined in and it sounded like a real song, something she hadn't heard in a while. In fact, it was up to Gael and Islot to keep each other busy, and that usually consisted of the former annoying the demon to no end. He put up with her, though; because he had to or because he wanted to would remain a secret for now.


"Everyone else seems to be getting called down for auction. What do you think we're still doing here?" The girl questioned, looking up at the other that loomed several feet above her.


"Give it time, you impatient child. We've been on auction for years, they're in no hurry to make money off of us. We may as well die in here."


"Islot! Don't say things like that, they can hear us... Anyway, I know it's hard for someone like you, but you need to be positive, dammit. Feel happy that we have a chance at a better life, feel happy that mine is limited and yours is endless, hm? As soon as I'm gone, you just have to find another host. It'll be easy for ya, and since you've been alive for who knows how long, I'll be nothing but a vage memory soon en--"


"Stop talking." His voice was harsh - even more so than normal - and she scowled at him.


"Fine, Mister Grumpy Pants," Gael muttered, puffing out her cheeks and folding her arms over her chest.


"Gael Regan, you have five minutes. An escort will arrive shortly to help you out of your cell." The voice was disembodied and severe, not to mention annoying. The woman couldn't count how many times she'd heard it, and her patience were growing weak.


She knew what the five minutes were for. She usually kept clad in loose-fitting clothes, ones that gave her the most comfort, but they had laid out a black, form-fitting dress for her to change into while on auction. It was smooth, made of silk, and the seams were invisible. It hugged her curves and ended at her mid thigh, the sleeves not quite reaching her shoulders. She couldn't lie; it was a very nice dress and she was lucky to have it, but the symbolism behind why she had to wear it was the reason she detested the fabric. Sliding it on nonetheless, Gael huffed.


"How does it look?" She inquired, forcing a grin onto her features. Her orange hair was straight, but it was thick, so it appeared much bigger than it actually was. Her eyes matched the ones she was looking at, and this often caused people to believe she was blind.


"The same way it's looked every other time," the demon answered, though only in her mind.


"Gael? It's time for you to leave now," her escort had said. She didn't even hear him open the door. Giving a light nod of her head, she followed him out and down the hall way, finally reaching her cell. She had passed a few others on the way, and she often wondered what kinds of thoughts were going through the creatures' heads, when she herself tried to keep happy ones. Of course anger coursed through her veins, but that was a given. Other than that, she was a nice girl. At least that's what she liked to think.

 

[Amityvillager]

"It's nice to see my daughter so interested in the family business."




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The great merchant Alexander Apollo III was pleased with his daughter for once, though he typically ignored her. He smiled at her before rising from the plush chair in his office. "We will be leaving shortly, Lillian," he said, brushing past her and through the door without a second thought. The petite young woman closed her eyes and gave an annoyed sigh. Her father had called her by the wrong name, again. She unfolded her hands and stalked over to the heavy wooden door, pausing for a moment when she heard voices outside. It was her parents exchanging words quickly and quietly. Estelle pressed her ear against the door and listened intently, although the only words she could make out were "servant" and "questionable behaviors." Those were obviously from her mother, who wanted Estelle to marry another wealthy breeder's son to unite the families.


After rolling her eyes and hearing the pair walk away, she opened the door. The heels of her black granny boots clicked on the ground as she made her way down the hallway to the grand stairs that led to the first floor. The smooth white maple banister slid coolly under her small hand and the black runner muffled her footsteps. Estelle could see her father waiting for her by the door, his daughter's black mink coat draped across his arm. Repressing a sigh as he helped her into it, she asked him if he'd be buying that day. "Actually, I am. And your mother and I have discussed getting you your very own servant," he said with pride.


Estelle thought about this for a moment as they headed outside and climbed into the black carriage drawn by mechanical horses--her father's favorite toy. "I would greatly enjoy that, thank you father," she said, kissing him on his clean shaven cheek. "Would I be able to talk to the creature's before?" she asked innocently, twisting a piece of dark brown hair between her thumb and first two fingers. Her father grumbled about something under his breath and she looked over at him. She noticed the faint blue blinking light in his ear and gave a sigh, realizing that he was speaking to someone. Probably a financial adviser or another breeder. Estelle turned to the window and watched the world pass by in a blur.

* * *

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The carriage slowed and came to a gentle stop. The driver helped her father then her out of the carriage. Estelle took her father's outstretched arm and they wove through the crowd and into the auction house. Her father exchanged friendly words and laughs with strangers, each time introducing her as "Lillian, my dear and only child." The would nod politely and give a small but shy smile. Many would comment on her beauty and poise, but one woman regarded her coolly. The woman said something about her dead brother, but her father merely laughed it off--if somewhat nervously--assuring the woman he had only every had but one child. They made their way to their seats quickly after that, where Estelle draped the soft coat over the back of her chair.


An elderly woman was sitting next to her, her silver hair matching the diamonds hanging in her ears and around her neck. They made small talk about youth and marriage before she turned to her husband beside her. Estelle glanced at her father, who was in conversation with a man beside him, then sighed. They heavy curtains moved slightly and the young woman sat up eagerly, waiting to see what was behind the curtain. Would she find a new companion or ally? Or would she go home disappointed and go crawling to the same creature who never treated her right, but always gave her what she wanted? The suspense was killing her.

 

[CZDoubleU]

Coyoty could do nothing but continue to watch. As more people filled the square she knew she would have to either show herself or run. Hiding was an improbability for her as too many people had witnessed her she swallowed and bravely made it for the auction house.


Her silent nearly dead body ticked reminding her mind the more she said excuse me to the people in the crowd. She could hear small comments and whispers about her long hair that only someone very rich or a creature would have the length she had. Creatures of her time were not allowed to cut their hair- not that she had wanted to- unless their master okayed it and even then it was very long for girls or very gone. She sighed and grabbed the large auction house doors after taking one last final unneeded breath before entering.


It was hot- or rather not hot but stuffy with a vague sent of all the higher ups and their sweet oil smells. Everything that was to be heard Coyoty heard, everything that was smelled was perfectly attracted to her nose. It was almost as if she herself was a work of art, not a slave but she knew she would never be considered as such.


Coyoty reminisced while keeping a close eye on her surrounds standing beside a young lady (@Amityvillager) she had often thought of becoming a wolf and then finding someone to love her as a pet. Most people around here were afraid of wild animals. She guessed that they had known all the secrets of creatures. At least in the registry Coyoty was seen as dead. No one knew her name she was simply a prisoner number and hers was 026 a number that she had paid a lot of money to have seen as deceased on the prisoner record. Luckily that meant she could keep her name and display it proudly. Coyoty was just too shy to do that and again her mind reverted back to wanting to be a loved household pet.


Often. In many cases pets that were bought were often forgotten, Coyoty remembered a small Australian Shepard being brought to her place of slavery. As a pup he was wanted and accepted by the small family she worked for. But when the dog got older and the kids did as well the dog was simply forgotten. Coyoty had developed a good bound with him after training him and spending most of the playtime with him that she could outside of work. Being able to talk to animals she even held good conversations with the dog. She slept with the dog every night until her master remembered the dog at last.


He came in the middle of the night. He beat her shot the dog and left her to clean up the mess. It was a horrid way to live and she had to always remember that his death was her fault and even to the very last breath he blamed no one but himself. Coyoty was devastated but incapable of showing it. Every time she would she would get beaten, whipped or even worse. It was hard for her to go on living. Somehow she managed it but it still pegged her every day.


She shook her head deciding what to think next. After all there was still a girl beside her, Coyoty turned to her and managed a soft smile.


"Uhh, hi,"

 

[Sea]

Pandora sighed as she rummaged through the desk, an unusually messy stack of papers piled on the glossy tabletop. One of her assisting servants gently entered and eyed the piled warily. "Yes?" the young woman snapped, gathering the papers and hastily shuffling them into a neat stack before placing them once more into a drawer. "Er, it's time for you to go to the auction, Miss Harley." The young woman glanced at the clock near her and frowned, biting back a curse. She had been so busy looking for a specific document for a client that she had forgotten about the time. Today was not a good day, probably a bad omen from the couple earlier. She put her right palm on her forehead and closed for eyes. "Oh...right. I..I'll have to leave right now or I'll be late, won't I?" The servant nodded and the young woman hastily left.


When Pandora got to the auction, everything was still being set up and people were still arriving. She hummed a bit as she took off the intricately designed black leather gloves and placed them cautiously into her coat pocket. Relieved that she wasn't late, she took off her red coat with brass buttons and swept it onto a seat with a graceful motion. She was still wearing her outfit of rich royal blue and creamy chiffon material, which suited her very well. Her hair had been released from its practical ponytail and hung loosely to her mid-back in sunny blonde strands. She held a cool, wistful expression and an air of elegance, as if she knew exactly what she was doing and why she was here. She looked regal and confident.


She greeted and exchanged a few words with some acquaintances before they left her to her peace. She had promised some clients about some new creatures she would bring in and she hoped this auction would prove worthy of her time. She often attended these formal auctions that were meant more for the wealthier classes than the loud, mess, sweaty auctions. She actually only went to one of the non-formal auctions once and had to leave in the middle of it because she couldn't really handle it. The creatures seemed less worthy, the time seemed less worthy, and the people seemed less worthy. They weren't worth investing in.


She was alert, taking in the setting and atmosphere. She had a habit of noticing tiny details when deep in thought, eyes darting across the room. Her shimmering teal eyes slowly glided across the room, occasionally hesitating on a detail before continuing on. Her left hand fidgeted with the silver pendant that hung around her neck. It held a dark teal gemstone that almost perfectly matched the shade of her eyes. The matching ring was on her stationary right hand. The necklace and ring were both family heirlooms, though she rarely wore the necklace out due to its value. Because of an important meeting in the early morning, she had felt the need to wear it and had forgotten to take it off. If she took it off now, it'd seem silly so she left it where it was.


More people trickled in slowly. The curtains seemed to flutter up once or twice, as if taunting the audience. Pandora swallowed and continued to look around the room in an observant manner. She had been here a couple times, though she always felt the need to see the changes in a place after a period of time.

 

[Euclid Leaf]

Since I think this is well too large, I thought it would be nice to put it all in a spoiler tab so it wouldn't take ages to scroll past this. xD

Spoiler

Mark suddenly frowned, recognizing the man that moved along the string of gates that lead into his high security cell. Each step was one that would come and wake him up in the dead of night, one that carried him down to the lower levels where he would be tested. He seemed to also be tailed along by a few huge forms, most likely the Enforcers that he keeps around him.


It wasn't long before the last gate leading to his cell cracked open.


He's felt them so much that he can practically count the thousands of gears that shifted as they opened, each and every one. When he gets past all of the head pain, this sixth sense that couldn't simply be "turned off", it began to grow on him.


It was more than just another set of eyes though, rather a voice. One that blared in his head, reminding him one cold fact that haunts him ever since he's been there.


"I'm still alive..."


But more so, as the doors slid open, the smile from the man that entered was one he could never forget.


The young blonde man stood there for a moment, dark blue eyes peering over the pair of glasses in a friendly way, his body donned in a typical white lab coat and tie. He was incredibly charming, but behind the handsome charisma, Mark saw nothing less than a monster.


"Ah, there you are Patient 303, hope I didn't keep you too long~ Do you like the suit you got? I picked it out myself, hope it makes up for my tardiness." the man said with an apologetical expression.


Mark sneered, tipping his feet over and sitting down on the chair properly. He looks down at the clothing, his nose crinkling from stifled irritation. He actually like the fancy suit too, but now the whole outfit had a sour feeling to it.


The purple eyes shone spitefully, "I really hope you're not the one who'll take me to the auction center. Let me guess, you arranged the whole thing, it wasn't just the Prison Warden granting me pardon. My first trip out after so long, and I have to spend it with you... again."


"Now, now, you and I have been together for years, you're practically like one of my children! If I weren't there to see you off, what kind of guardian would I be? The Stein family must carry about themselves in a code of honor!" He exclaims with a dramatic wave of his arm, "Besides, without my recommendation, those people wouldn't even consider letting you out of here."


"I never asked you for help getting out of here."


The man shrugs, tucking his hands in his pockets, "How cold... 303, after all I've done for you."


"After keeping me here for so long, why now...?"


"I've simply acquired what I wanted... now I have to get rid of you." he says with a smile, "Think of it like a parent bird pushing a chickling out of the nest, it's your time to go... 303."


Marks fists clenched, and the room began to shake with unease. Things began to lose gravity, the pencil, his bed, and even the man, who was beginning to float inches in the air. He shook, trying to keep it under wraps, pushing the swelling in his chest away.


The man looked at him with disappointment.


"Tsk. Mark, you know it's bad to lose leash on your powers, even just a little. The people out there will absolutely not tolerate such rashness!"


He muttered in soft admonition, bringing out a large needle from one of his pockets, "We all know what happens when you get too excited and it appears old habits don't change for you... I worried that something like this would happen, so I've prepared something that will calm you down..."


The purple eyes dimmed, and everything around was dropped back to the ground with a low rumble.


He waltzes around Mark, coming over to the table, inspecting the drawing there with a light grin, "Ah... you've improved."


Mark scowls suddenly sticks his arm out, looking away with a look of disgust, "Cut the crap, and just do it already."


As soon as the metal rod entered his skin, Mark immediately felt numb, the muscles all over his body turning to slop. He couldn't control them anymore, and flopped to one side, the man catching him by the shoulder.


Being touched by the man's cold hands was awful, but even more, was what he would see upon wake up. The fact that his body recovered from fatal wounds given enough time meant that the scientist could do his experiments with a lot more liberty. Especially when he liked getting "genuine results from genuine reactions."


He supposed he was lucky the few times he was submitted to analgasea this strong, it would mean he would have a moment of peace before the next round.


The purple eyes glimmered hatefully before closing shut.


"Good Night... Patient 303. I'll see you on the other side."


He then presses a button on his collar, "Retrieve him."


Immediately, the doors slid open and a few large individuals to came in through, two of them bearing a large rectangular container between them. They were armored head to toe, standing as behemoths beside the scientist. They pick up the unconcious body and placed him into it, sealing it off with a section of locks and code.


He waved with his hand, and they filed out of the room on their own. Metal clanging can be heard as they shuffled down to the gate at the end of the dark corridor.


Glancing down at the drawing left on the table, he silently picked up the parchment and ripped it in half.


"Oh, 303..." he mumured, dropping the scraps across the floor, "You're so naive to draw such beautiful art."


The man turns and exits the door with the same smile he walked in with, "I wonder where you get this silly imagery... after all, this world is so hideous. "


...

 

[Lovable Dark-side]

Dear Roleplayers of this Rp,


I am saying sorry, because I have been gone soooooooo long and also about what I am about to say. I am shutting down Kirria Kin for a few weeks. I really love this rp, I really do, but lately I have been have a sh*t ton of bad luck. Plus, ten tons of drama. I know I am being selfish, but I am going to shut down the rp for a week then completely restart the whole thing. I know this might sound stupid, but I think it is for the best at the moment. I promise I will restart this and when I do. I will actually finish my character sheet, and have the starter posted within a few days of the day it starts if not on the first.


Sincerly,


Your GM Lovable Dark-side.

 

[CZDoubleU]

Will we get to keep out posts and characters...?

 

[Lovable Dark-side]

If you want. 
Personally I just want a fresh start though.

 

[CZDoubleU]

I'm going to miss role playing with you Dark.

 

[Lovable Dark-side]

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