Fantasy The Offering |||IC

[scorpiodragon]

Footsteps moved across the floor and the announcer suddenly trailed off, a servant rushing in with a missive and handing it to the announcer who smirked and then turned to the crowd, the servant disappearing. The guards would head towards the various rooms in the alcove and each shackle the humans before bringing them to the stage where they would clustered along the stage for the benefit of the vampire audience. "As you can see," said the announcer, "we have been ordered to bring everyone up on the stage. The auction has now begun!"

 

[OceanBunny]

Sienna Woodlyn

Sienna had sat quietly in the small alcove, wondering how long until she was up for auction. She turned towards the door as the sound of clinking chains reached her ears. Standing, she held her arms out with a small gulp as her guard approached with a sinister smile. "Time to go." He said as the cold medal closed around her small wrists. She stumbled as he tugged on the chain, pulling her forward and out of the room. He switched to gripping her arm as he shoved her up the stairs and onto the stage along with the others. Well, I wanted an adventure.. She thought morosely as she looked out over the vampires staring up at the stage.

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[scorpiodragon]

Finally the auction had begun, though Haneul did not laugh. At first there was one human female who came on stage, a guard close at hand though none of the humans would get far with one hundred something vampires in the room if they tried to fight or escape. Haneul hopes one would, it would be fun watching it get torn apart. A slight commotion as a servant ran up on stage, then the rest of the food came on stage, each having a guard standing near a gumannas a distance was kept between the humans.

He sighed as he examined each human, his eyes momentarily lingering on a few people. Except for the last one that seemed in pain and was dressed in fine clothing, making him think it was a noble, the others seemed to have been clothing that showed off their bodies a bit yet was still appropriate for the times. He also saw it was shackled and then looked at the next and the next, nothing but boredom etched across his face.

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Jatayu was in a daze as he was roughly woken, three armed people standing near him. He tried to breathe and exhaled a sharp gasp of pain from his lungs. As he was hauled to his feet, he cried out in pain where he was then taken to an aclove and then up on stage a few minutes later though it seemed he was the only one who had been left in the clothing he had arrived in at the palace though he had no idea that’s where he was, let alone anything about the multitude of faces before him. Jatayu cringed as he saw the faces on him, feeling uncomfortable. But with being in pain and his joints shackled together, he could not hope to run or fight these people. [class=notes] //main body same concept here as before replace the number and hashtag with your colour of your choice//[/class]

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[ElectricDandellion]

ALMA RAVENSWOOD

Alma had been sitting angrily in the carriage, listening to each person bicker. The woman in the army outfit seemed to snap almost immediately at those that were from, or seemed to be from, wealthier backgrounds, which had Alma hiding her smirk by peering out of the window, shaking her head. After all, she had been very poor herself, and seeing the others put into a place of discomfort reassured her slightly. Alma didn’t have much to lose in the deal besides her actual life- not that many would have been bothered in the human world. However, she wasn’t prepared to lose her life at the hands of blood thirsty beasts. That was something she was too proud of.

When the carriage came to a halt, she took a deep swallow, watching warily as guards assisted them out. Stubbornly, she refused to move, edging into the darker corners of the carriage. As a guard neared her, she spat on the floor near him. “Keep your fucking hands to yourself,” she growled, eyes daring. Her heart thumped ominously against her chest as the vampire fearlessly moved forwards, grabbing her by her chains and pulling her forwards with such immense force that she thumped into his chest, very quick to slam her palms into his ribs to get away. “You’ll go with the others,” He snapped, dragging her out of the carriage, where she relentlessly fought against the security checks.

And, within the next few minutes, it seemed all humans had been pulled onto the stage. Alma’s chest was rising rapidly as she stumbled onto the stage minutes after the rest had been pulled along. Tousled hair dragged in her face as she swept her gaze through the crowd, staring at each breathing vampire with a sinister expression. From her deep struggle, there was a deep open tear on the shoulder of her dress, causing her dress to droop there slightly. “Bullshit,” she whispered before the guard beside her pulled her blonde locks with a gentle tug. As he pulled up her head that way, she felt her gaze settle on one man in particular, looking like he couldn’t care less. Her eyes burned at this, jaw clenched at the thought of all their lives being sold off so nonchalantly.

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[SirDerpingtonIV]

Norta remained the same cold, emotionless statue as the vampires stripped her down and disarmed her. She looked straight ahead, pale blue eyes focused on the wall before her until they were done.

Eventually, she was led out and onto the stage with the others, and she took in a deep look of all the leeches that made up the crowd. As she stepped past the guard, she glanced to him. “Did you know the Red Baron of Mageau cried as I killed him?” She asked one, expression remaining stern. “Such a mighty vampire reduced to a begging, sobbing wreck, holding his guts in his hands.” She turned her gaze back to the crowd as she stepped out onto the stage with the others, taking her place beside them. She crossed her arms behind her back, standing tall and proud, glaring down each and every gamer ire with her eyes of ice. Almost as if she was asserting dominance, she glared at any vampire willing to make eye contact. Without turning her gaze, she spoke to the humans alongside her in a tone low enough for the guards not to overhear. “This seems to be a slave auction. All the advice I’ve got for you all... don’t die,” She said flatly, before adding. “If any of you are harmed, find a way to report to me. I will see your pain avenged.”

Few of the vampires were of any particular note to her. They all looked to be evil, aristocratic leeches as vampires usually were.

 

[scorpiodragon]

One of the females was a fighter though quite a few of them seemed that way. As the female’s Head was yanked back by blond locks, the woman’s face met his own for a moment though he showed nothing. Inside he was highly amused at the defiance of the various humans...some seemed like it would time to break them in. His gaze lingered on that one for several minutes. Perhaps this might be fun after all. He might have to ensure he won that female though he wasn’t picky. He would see how the auction went. ElectricDandellion

 

[kurishiri]

[div class=Flex] [div class=Image] [div class=Title]Ayumu Mori[/div] [div class=Mentions] Character Sheet
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Mentions: scorpiodragon [/div][/div] [div class=Content] Ayumu was led into a room, where a guard with a dreadfully stoic expression ordered, “Strip.” His voice cut through the room loud and clear.

Personally, Ayumu had no problems doing this. He’s done it many times before. He swiftly took off his garments, which were snatched away by the guards as he was inspected and patted down. He was given something to dress in and shackled securely before being led to the stage with a guard following suit.

Ayumu scanned through the audience, observing the way they whispered to each other and just their general presentation, like their attire or hair. Well, those are rich people for you, I guess. Ayumu noticed another foreigner among the audience, and he couldn’t help but think how much variety this country has. Not that it’s a bad thing, of course.

Ayumu smiles gently, emitting a slightly feminine charm. In his calm and gentle, serene state, it almost seemed a little eerie. Nonetheless, he left nothing beneath that mask of ice readable in front of the vampires. [/div][/div] [class=Flex] width: 100%; max-width: 1000px; margin: 0 auto; justify-content: center; align-items: stretch; display: flex; flex-flow: row wrap; box-sizing: border-box; [/class] [class=Image] position: relative; width: 300px; max-width: 100%; min-height: 300px; background-image:url('https://s33.postimg.cc/ftvbaquz3/aoi-shouta.jpg'); background-size: 100%; background-position: 35% 5%; background-repeat: no-repeat; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=Title] position: absolute; bottom: 2.5px; width: 100%; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; color: white; font-size: 35px; font-family: 'Great Vibes'; text-shadow: 0px 0px 8px black; text-decoration: underline; [/class] [class=Mentions] position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; top:0; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Philosopher'; color: white; opacity: 0; background-color: rgb( 0,0,0,0.65); transition: opacity .5s; [/class] [class name=Mentions state=hover] opacity: 1; [/class] [class=Content] position: relative; min-width: 200px; flex: 1; height: auto; padding: 0px 15px; margin: 5px; font-family: 'Philosopher'; [/class]

 

[doneanddusted]

As the auction started, Erma realized that this wasn’t some jest. This was a legitament auction. Was this not meant to be a diplomatic affair? Discomfort settled into Erma’s chest. Now that Erma thought about it, the vampires dominated the war. She supposed one could do whatever they so desired if they had the upper hand the entire time. Erma was not without a soul. She did not find pleasure or enjoyment in the notion of abusing humans. Perhaps owning some did contribute to the whole business of slavery, but perhaps she was rescuing them from a fate even worse. Erma didn’t want to think of herself as a hypocrite.

An array of humans stepped on the stage, most seeming to be of lower class, except perhaps for the dark skinned one and the male with brown hair. As she looked through each one of them, only one of them really caught her eye: the asian male. His hair was atrocious, but his face was absolutely adorable. His femininity made him all the more charming. Erma decided immediately that she wanted him. It was just a matter of waiting for the first bidder.

 

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Damon KeelWick
There had been a delay in Damon reaching the auction room, servants stopped him along the way. Along with other vampires which wished to speak with him, though eventually he managed to push his way through and make it to the interior chamber of the room. A sigh of relief escapes through nearly pursed lips, but this quickly retracted to an earlier expression. His kinder and, 'masked" appearance coming across instead. "Mercy be upon my soul" he voiced near inaudibly as he made haste towards his seating. From the looks of it he could notice a few others standing nearby, Phaeron and Hanuel to be precise.

Something was asked to him but due to a delay in his own speech he noticed that they went on with their own conversation. Ironically that was near perfect for him, so without much hesitation he seated himself. His form looked tense within the chair, which wasn't far from the truth. His parents had spoken of this highly, a unity to bring similarities around to the diverse. He shut his eyes for a moment to try and gain some sense of tranquility. Once more it came to no prevail as footsteps closed on upon his position. Chocolate irises returned to view his sibling and her company approaching. At the male, Nych, he offered a genuine smile. Not only to the greeting but for accompanying his sister all the same, around this point his attention was drawn to the stage.

Humans. Shackled and dressed out, the 'items' of tonight's auction, in the past he'd seen other such scenarios such as this when his father took him out on business. Rarely if ever did he recall them purchasing them, the idea of it brought about a sickening feeling, it crept onto his stomach for a moment before having been forced away all at once. A swift glance around told him the situation, others some here didn't wish for this. Others wanted nothing more than to bring about the suffering of the prey. In a primal stance he understood this, yet it seemed barbaric for what this was intended to be. The diplomacy in this situation seemed nonexistent, if anything this wouldn't be much of a change from the root of this issue. The fact of this led him to think, Maybe he wasn't the one who needed mercy.
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[scorpiodragon]

Haneul sat back in the chair, crossing his legs at the ankles as he once again raised his glass and sipped at the rich liquid with just a hint of fruit. The rabbit gave the stringy flavor of the drink, the wine serving to give a sweeter taste for his pallet. Blood and wine were topped off at a wave of his hand, a servant coming forward to fill his glass which he stirred with a finger, the crimson liquid dripping from his finger as he sucked the liquid off. This auction was tedious and taking forever. But there seemed to a system in the order of bidding.

 

[SandraDeelightful]

Venetia Harcourt

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Venitia smirked as she walked into the auction room and took her seat. She was eager to see the humans. Almost amused by the prospect. She certainly planned on bidding. She certainly had the money to do so. Well, technically, her parents had the money, but they let her spend as much money as she pleased. She was their only child and they spoiled her to no end. They never minded if she spent a lot of their money, even if was on something frivolous and useless. She watched the auction with a small, half smirk.

 

[scorpiodragon]

“Well, let’s begin now that everyone has had a chance to look at the stock. The starting bid for this girl, reckoned at prime breeding age...not that anyone would dream of bedding food.”

Speak for yourself, thought Haneul. He had no issues bedding his food before killing them or he’d just torture them. Children was out of the question...vampire or human didn’t matter. The count laughed at the starting bid of the first item.

“Starting bid at $50! Do I have $50?”

A brunette raised her bidding paddle.

$100,” called a black haired vampire.

“I have $100. Do I have $110?”

A red haired female raised her paddle.

$250!” Called a blond haired vampire sitting next to his wife. “Looks like she’d be fun to break,” he said to the group who snickered.

“Good for work around house and grounds,” said the man’s wife.

“Any other takers?” Nobody else raised their paddles as the auctioneer looked around the room. $250 going once...twice...“

Haneul did not bother bidding on this one. It didn’t interest him at all as it just stood there looking stupid. He looked over the nicely dressed foreigner who seemed clueless, if not pretty. Same with the feminine-looking Asian who looked possibly from the same country as him though he could be wrong. His eyes went back to surveying the stock, sipping at his drink as he waited for his turn. Radio_Rat66.6 RI.a

 

[Radio_Rat66.6]

Lizbeth felt humiliated; being sold like cattle. She wouldn't show her inner feelings. That would give them the satisfaction of seeing her weak. She kept her shoulders back and faced the crowd of vampires. All of them never having to lift a finger while she worked her hardest to get anything. She listened to the first auction. The vampires were desperate for them all. They would pay anything for the humans. Hundreds, possibly thousands of dollars to own a human life. A human they could drain until they died.
She looked over to the other humans, seeing the rebellion and hope in their eyes. There was no hope. They couldn't fight back. She was a trained fighter who had killed a vampire before, but he nearly took her life and left her reminders of her near failure. She didn't want to lose her life at the hands of these vampires when she stood no chance. She was weaponless, bound, and dressed like a doll on display. She would die if she fought now.
She looked at the crowd of vampires, wondering which would buy her. Whoever it was would not treat her kindly. That she knew for sure. She was food, not an equal. To them, humans were bred for food.
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[scorpiodragon]

While the first human was on display, the auctioneer motioned the guard with the feminine-airs boy to show it off. He was giving the royals, as this seemed mainly for them, time to bid on the items for sale. As it was it seemed the auction would end up taking place long into the night with the way the royals were bothering to pay attention to the auction. His eyes surveyed the royals when another bid came...

“$350!”

“$400,” came the slow reply of the couple.

“$420.”

“You already have three slaves,” hissed the the man’s wife. $500!”

$510.”

Back and forth the bidding went between the trio, the woman now mostly doing the bidding for the couple, coming up into the late hundreds. Haneul rolled his eyes at the bickering vampires. He knew that couple. Often got into fights with the male who didn’t like him because of his being foreign or that he was a royal despite only being a vampire for four years. They also were known to work their slaves to death. The auctioneer seemed most amused as well as the bidding got higher but still none of the royals looked at all interested in bidding on the human for sale. “Perhaps you should move onto the next item for purchase?” Haneul finally called out, staring at the auctioneer and of course bringing in an argument towards him which he ignored or attempted to.

“That isn’t how this works you yellow-bellied foreigner!”

“You have no reason to be here or even be a royal!”

Oh I would much rather be anywhere but here, believe me, thought Haneul. “You have issues with my being a royal then go ahead and confront Damon. See where that gets you,” spoke Haneul calmly, now turning from the stage to look around at the vampires who were speaking to him. As for why none of the royals were bidding, he had no idea.

 

[RI.a]

Nycholas Drayton

"Apologies gentlemen, the party doesn't usually start till I arrive." Nycholas flashed his teeth at the cocky statement. And true enough, the auction started soon after the other guests the prince had invited took their seats and the host came unto the stage. He studied the humans on stage, not one that he had a particular interest in to spend money on. There were two 'exotic' ones, but they didn't stand out to him. His dark eyes kept landing on the first red-haired girl. A smile lingered as his chin rested on the back of his fingers. The bidding started and he thought he would sit out of the first one. But the duke didn't realise the other vampires behind him could big as well. Uncouth comments started riling everyone up and he cocked his brow at Hanuel.

Nycholas turned so he faced the audience who are turning this night into a rough one. He gave them a smile, his eyes closed as he spoke "There's no need to be rude now is there, Mr. Drogace, Mrs. Finnerty? How are your children doing?" He opened his eyes ever so slightly, sending them a warning through his cold eyes, his kind smile never faltering which made him so much more villainous looking. The vampires bit their tongue and bowed slightly, readjusting their seats as they looked down.

Turning back round to the auctioneer, Nycholas raised his paddle, "$2000 for the girl." He despised most of the higher class vampires behaviours and decided that he may as well be the first to bid amongst the royals, and once again looked at the red-head. This time offering her a charming smile.

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Maya Cowill

Maya bit her tongue from lashing out at the guards that brought her to an empty room and ordered her to strip. She glared at him, daring him to say that again, but the guard only said the word again, taking a threatening step toward her. She clicked her tongue and angrily tore the clothes from her skin, throwing the dress to the floor as an arm wrapped around her chest and covered her intimate areas. Once the guard took a few moments to look over her naked body hungrily, he told her to get dressed again.

Soon the girl was shackled and pushed to the stage to stand with the group she came here with. Her jaw clenched as she took deep breaths, glancing at the acquaintances before closing her eyes for a moment. She won't let the damn vamps see her as some grocery. Maya slowly opened her eyes, immediately landing on blue eyes so light it nearly looked like he didn't have irises.

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[scorpiodragon]

About time, Haneul thought to hinself as one of the other royals at least seemed to finally notice the auction was taking place. Gods above, these royal vampires were fucking slow and seemingly dim witted to boot. Maybe it had to do with they had never been humans and were born monsters. Haneul couldn’t say but had wondered it often when first introduced to vampires and the royal family during his training. He ignored Nych’s gesture to him as he was staring at the vampires who were determined to argue with him...Haneul had no issues about killing them or any other vampire here barring Damon.

Nych got the arguement to die down and then bid $2,000 on the girl in question that would have gone for at least $250. Good, now maybe there would be some progress and the other royals would pay attention. The auctioneer’s eyes widened slightly but wuickly recovered and spoke. “2,000 going once...twice...” Nobody else bid on the girl. “Sold to Duke Nycholas V Cairo Drayton for $2,000! Please pay your biddings in full after the auction is over and the slaves will be collected when payment is given,” he reminded everyone and gestured for the guards to take the red haired girl off the stage.

Once the guard would do so, he gestured towards the Asian in the auction. “Next up, we have a young...male...in his early twenties from some foreign lands. Starting bid at $300. Do I have $300?”

Nope, thought Haneul. Though it would be nice talking to someone who might speak his native language, the boy...while pretty to look at...did not otherwise stand out to him. So it seemed the foreign prey were going higher than the normal prey. Interesting to see in Han’s mind.

One vampire raised their paddle at the offer and the second item’s fate began. As for the prey, they would be led off stage and into a room with a couple guard standing watch, iron rings either in floor or wall where each would be chained up, the guards slowly joining the prey as each item was brought in.

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[Radio_Rat66.6]

Lizbeth's eyes widened. No one else bid on her besides this man. Two thousand dollars? Why so much for her? She was quickly led off the stage and towards the back. She would soon meet her fate. Her hands shook because of her nerves and lack of something to occupy them. She grabbed the chain to hide her shaking.
I will not show weakness. I will not let them win. I am not weak. They have not won.
Those thoughts are what kept her feet moving. What kept her from screaming and crying.
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[Heavenchi]

Marvel Black
Marvel bit her lip, slightly bothered. Two thousand dollars? This auction was wrong . . . It was to expensive! With a sigh she rearranged the cape to her dress, allowing it to cover her arms a bit more. She sat in a cross legged position, eyes darting from one human to the next. Who was she willing to pay two thousand for? "Bidding pad ma'am?" inquired a maid, extending a black paddle towards her. With a smile, she graciously took it before turning her attention back to the stage, eyes settling on a beautiful foreigner with porcelain skin and glittering eyes who wore a monotonous expression. Perfect. "That one is sublime, I want him" she stated to Erma in a soft voice, slightly pointing towards Ayumu. "Who do you want?" she inquired. doneanddusted K kurishiri

 

[scorpiodragon]

“$300!”

“$310.”

“$330.”

“$345.”

“$400.”

“$1,000,” called an elder vampire.

“$1,100.”

“$1,500.”

Surprisingly it had taken a bit for the response for the Asian who exhibited a serene air as if he couldn’t care less about the vampires bidding on him like a piece of meat. Well, they were nothing but food and that was all they would ever be. Let’s make this interesting. “$2,800,” he said as he lifted his paddle.

“$3,200!”

“$3,500!”

Haneul smirked to himself as he offered no more bids. He had quite a nice sum of money on hand for this pathetic event he had been forced to take part in. It seemed some of the royals were finally beginning to realize this was no diplomatic event. Honestly could Damon have picked a stupider batch of friends?

 

[kurishiri]

[div class=Flex] [div class=Image] [div class=Title]Ayumu Mori[/div] [div class=Mentions] Character Sheet
Location: The stage.
Mentions: scorpiodragon Heavenchi [/div][/div] [div class=Content] Ayumu looks over the audience again, noticing a few glances of interest toward him. Well, that's nice to know. I guess?

When the auctioneer hesitantly labeled him a male, Ayumu let out a little, inaudible snicker. He didn't find it very annoying. In fact, it was quite the opposite. It wasn't uncommon for people to mistake his gender because, especially in the past, he spent most of his time in women's clothing and heavy makeup anyway. Ayumu found it rather amusing as he whispered quietly, "Indeed, I am a genuine boy." He wasn't sure if vampires had such enhanced hearing that they clearly could hear his whisper. If they did, he had no problems with that; if he says something out loud, it's bound to be heard by someone anyways in this space full of people-- or rather, a mix of vampires and humans, right?

A part of Ayumu was surprised that the starting price was $300. That's more than the girl before me. What's it to him? He did a decade's worth of red-light work. That's something Ayumu couldn't get over, and his expression wavered for an instant, but he quickly reverted back to his usual, serene expression. Anybody who saw his waver would probably dismiss it as their imagination.

What's more, the progression of the bids shocked him. First, there was that jump from $400 to $1,000. Then, a few seconds later, another bidder-- another foreigner-- raised his paddle, and the bid rose from $1,500 to $2,800. ... Okay, $600 difference, it happens sometimes. But $1,300? This time, he couldn't hide his shock as he looked toward the foreigner. When things finally register in his mind, he smiles, a suble hint of a humorous glimmer present in his eye. He mouths something, intending to be light-hearted and doing his best to keep it subtle: 'I feel so special.' He didn't know if the bidder caught that. Not that Ayumu minded if he didn't. He didn't do anything else as the bids continued. [/div][/div] [class=Flex] width: 100%; max-width: 1000px; margin: 0 auto; justify-content: center; align-items: stretch; display: flex; flex-flow: row wrap; box-sizing: border-box; [/class] [class=Image] position: relative; width: 300px; max-width: 100%; min-height: 300px; background-image:url('https://s33.postimg.cc/ftvbaquz3/aoi-shouta.jpg'); background-size: 100%; background-position: 35% 5%; background-repeat: no-repeat; margin: 5px; [/class] [class=Title] position: absolute; bottom: 2.5px; width: 100%; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; height: auto; text-align: center; color: white; font-size: 35px; font-family: 'Great Vibes'; text-shadow: 0px 0px 8px black; text-decoration: underline; [/class] [class=Mentions] position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; top:0; padding: 5px; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Philosopher'; color: white; opacity: 0; background-color: rgb( 0,0,0,0.65); transition: opacity .5s; [/class] [class name=Mentions state=hover] opacity: 1; [/class] [class=Content] position: relative; min-width: 200px; flex: 1; height: auto; padding: 0px 15px; margin: 5px; font-family: 'Philosopher'; [/class]

 

[Arcanimus]

Phaeron​

His gaze caught on the deep brown eyes of a blonde female, his smile was warm towards the female rather than mere court guise. He gave a small nod to her, 'You.' His paddle remained firmly on his lap as the others were bid upon, his gaze drifted to the other bidders; and out of the ones bidding for the male on stage..he hoped Hanuel won out. He didn't like how the couple treated humans in general, and these humans weren't supposed to be actual slaves in the first place.

He couldn't help his gaze from returning to the female, he liked her air of defiance and self-worth, he wasn't sure why but maybe it was what he had been hoping for. Someone to stand out, he had to leave with someone after all; in order to follow through with the whole diplomatic marriage debacle.

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[scorpiodragon]

Haneul seemed annoyed as the couple bid $4,000 for the feminine-appearing boy, easily hearing the male's whisper about yes he was in fact male. At this rate he would win himself a couple of humans if none of the other royals bothered to bid for anything. Were the couple going to end up bidding for all the humans on stage? The kid didn't look like he'd survive hard labor. Granted, he was doing this bidding for purely selfish reasons but the kid reminded him some of himself as a child...back when he'd been human before that siren had changed not only his life but his personality with her virus...well he saw it as a virus and yes, the boy was pretty and might be interesting to talk to in his native tongue though he couldn't be sure the boy was from Korea. He had never paid that much attention in his geography studies. "$7,500 for the boy," said Haneul.

That finally caused the couple to shut up. Which was what he had been hoping for, they were grating on his nerves and he was close to snapping and killing them. Whispers echoed from the crowd at the amount the youngest royal had bid on one of the exotics. Ignoring the conversations buzzing around him at his high price, the count was willing to go higher if needed if the couple came back with another offer but seemed stunned, Haneul's eyes met those of the second item who mouthed that he was special. Not so much that was special as that he was exotic and they were willing to pay higher and get higher bids than those who looked plain or simply the same race. Haneul gave the most imperceptible of nods to the boy, something that wouldn't be seen by the humans and only the most observant of the vampires, making sure the boy could see it and understand it. K kurishiri

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Jatayu's confusion was written all over his face as the crowd of people began bidding, first on some girl and then on some Asian person who seemed to be getting higher bids than the girl before him. A harsh coughing escaping the "exotic specimen" as the crowd thought of him as and once the coughing started it didn't stop. Whatever had been done to him obviously hadn't completely come out or cured the young man of his sickness. He should really be with a doctor and not here on stage where there were prices being shouted out in something that resembled a livestock auction. A few people stared at him and pointed at the sickly item on display, an attempted shifting of his weight causing him to fall as he lost his balance, the chain between the shackles of his ankles jingling with the movement. The guards didn't bother to pick him up and just left him lying there as the auction went on. It wasn't long before the teen male started shaking and burning up, now taking no notice of the whispers that got louder and the eyes of one of the noble vampires occasionally examining him. It seemed unlikely that anyone would want something that was obviously sick...it might mean bad blood and there were murmurs now through the crowd about the human government tricking the vampires by sending a sickly slave to be auctioned off....of course Jatayu understood none of these words being tossed about around him. The guards would move closer to the other humans to prevent them from going near the fallen one. If nobody wanted him, he would likely be killed or given to the lowest bidder. A high possiblity. [class=notes] //main body same concept here as before replace the number and hashtag with your colour of your choice//[/class]

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[OceanBunny]

Sienna Woodlyn

Sienna watched the crowd as the bidding started, scanning over the assembled vampires. She gulped as she heard what some of them were saying as they bid. 2000? These vampires mean business. I wonder what I'll end up going for.. She thought as the feeling of being sold like chattel overcame her. She shifted on the stage, fiddling with her dress and biting her lip as she studied the audience. Who will I end up with? Which one of these vampires will want me as a pet, slave, or blood bag? I know I wanted an adventure.. but will this really be worth it? She let her thoughts wonder as she scanned the crowd, looking for anyone that seemed to show an interest in her.

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[doneanddusted]

Erma had fallen asleep, only waking up when Marvel whispered to her. It appeared that she wanted the same boy as her.

“Oh, but I want him too,” Erma grinned craftily.

The price was rising from 300 to 1000 to- the Asian vampire needed to chill. Erma sighed. Sure, she had far more money than anyone would assume her to possess, but she also didn’t really like spending her money on pointless things like this. She‘d assumed only a certain small amount of people were to attend the auction, as opposed to an entire congregation. The prices were rising before Erma had the time to ponder over a reasonable price for the boy. Still, she really desired such a charming little foreigner.

“10,000.” Erma said, giving the Korean count a playful smile.

She turned towards Marvel.

“Show to me that you truly desire the boy,” she challenged the taller one. “Then perhaps I’ll let him go.”

(Sorry short post I don’t have much to say)

 

[Heavenchi]

Marvel Black
Marvel laughed, amused by Erma's challenge, such a cheeky little thing. With a sigh she raised her arm boldly before booming, "100,00!". Gasps littered the audience. "I'm gonna have to sell my sweet in India"she whined internally before tossing the paddle aside in distress. "You better be worth two of my sweets boy" she thought, glaring slightly at the Asian. "That's how much I want him" she retorted, smirking at Erma. doneanddusted K kurishiri