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User ImageDeceit. That was a nice enough name, and it only served to broaden the woman’s smile as he introduced himself. She found herself fond of the way he spoke. ”Oh, no need to get up for me,” Hannah assured Deceit when he rose to take her hand. The bow threw her off a bit, because up until then she had assumed him a buyer. But why would someone of her own social status bow to her? Was he a slave? If so, why was her walking around free instead of in a cage like the rest?

Her eyes fell to the cage in front of them, lingering on the sign outside of it. ”Shinji,” she vocalized the name on the sign, letting it touch her lips ever so gently. Looking from the sign to the slave, she smiled at him and offered him a small wave. ”Hi, Shinji.” His eyes were soft, and that made Hannah wonder what sort of person he might be. His collar and charms didn’t give her any reason to feel any sort of alarm, much unlike the slave who had rushed her. A hope swelled in her that there were more like Shinji in the shop; she could use a nice slave.

”Are you having a good day, Shinji?” she asked, looking him over. ”You seem pretty popular today, huh?” When the words left her mouth she looked to the woman beside her and nodded politely. She and the man on the floor were there first; Hannah understood that. She was only interested in the conversation with this one. He did seem quite popular, though. Two interested buyers? It had to have been the nice air he gave off. Hannah had no supernatural powers, but she could tell a good person when she saw one. Or at least she hoped she could.


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Where: Outside of Shinji's cage
Who: Deceit, Shinji & Lady
OOC: Got errands to run today. I'll be back later smile

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                                          xx⊱⊱ Shinji Kageyama
                                          xxxxxxxxxxxThe legend× The Corsic ×The Slave×
                                          xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx. . .A life filled, with horror A past filled with blood...

                                          The last Crosicxx




                                          Shinj's watched as the young man got more and more excited. It all seemed so simple and came so naturally, Shinji couldn't help but wonder if he was that way to once, though for the life of him he couldn't remember much of what could be called him childhood what little bit of it he had. "Corsics are a hybrid race created during the great war" he explains feeling no need to go into anymore detail then that. His eyes went to the door as a light laugh echos into his ears. This had been he most people he ever had in his room, it was a bit unsettling in a way since the more people that were around the more he would have to speak.

                                          When the woman enters the room he stands and bows to her. Raising his head in just enough time to see the wink directed at him, which was a little confusing to him 'Does he have dirt in his eye' he wondered to himself but dare not ask aloud. When the new woman greeted him "Good morning Lady Hannah" he states in a calm voice, hearing her out he thinks for a moment, he couldn't exactly put a title on his day really, he just lived it was simple really, though it was far from a bad day if that's what she meant. "Its okay I suppose and your own" he questions, keeping his dim green eyes on her till her question passed her lips, it was odd, the idea of popularity, sure he knew what the word meant but is this really the situation to use it in. "I suppose so."

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                                          exotic section || sayuri || scared, curious || Outfit

                                          Lady Victoria seemed a little too passive, watching as the two conversed, and another master enter. She remained near the corner, simply listening. The girl seemed older and more outgoing. Pale lips parted slightly, as if to speak, but hesitated. It wasnt until she bowed to the small group, more particularly the other masters. "It has been nice, but I will go find another." It was simply too crowded, and she couldnt find the voice to butt in and ask her own questions. She straight, teal eyes seeming more shy as she left the room, practically holding her breath.

                                          She glanced over her shoulder for a second at the room, then started looking again. I really wanted him. She mentally pouted, but account his charms, it seemed apparent that others would want him too. He was the only one that had the collar and charms that she wanted. But sighing, she continued looking in the exotics, since she was already here. There was one where the window was too high for her to see in, the door all closed up. And another, being looked at. She just seemed to back into a room on her own, hugging herself gently. I should have came another day.

                                          When the door closed, she looked around, realizing that she was in a room. Lady slowly turned around to see a girl, oddly chained. "Pardon me!" A little caught off guard, she noticed that no one was in here, seeing how sad the girl was. And she was humming something pretty. "Oh, are you lonely?" She really didnt mean to interrupt. Taking a seat in the provided chair, head tilted slightly. There was a small smile that appeared, to be polite, looking at the girls collar. She only had one thing she was looking for. "Maybe I can ask you questions." She had to ponder on it, then giggled. "Hm, what is your name? And... what are you?" She was in the exotic section, and chained up.
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Six.

The humming stopped, and she cracked open an eye to look at the guest in front of her. Young. Lavishly dressed. And scared. Like half of the visitors that she saw.


"Ah, Lady Blackbird! I wouldn't be in here alone."

One of the workers of the shop had joined Victoria in the room. A large man, with enough scars on his arm to prove that he had experience handling the toughest of slaves that went through the shop.

"This is a free-form shapeshifter. Not sure how we got her, but the manager's got her ways. Don't know her name. Came in a week ago. Don't know much about her 'cause she doesn't do much. Just sits there humming now and then. Put the standard collar on her."

The worker chuckled when he remembered that his coworker had suggested that they sold her off to the zoo or something. On record, she has been the only shapeshifter caught in the rumble that happened way back when. If more were caught, they didn't know about it. Any zoo would pay good money to have the only something in the world.

When the worker came in, Sayuri closed her eye again, and remained silent. She didn't want to do anything to encourage the visitor to buy her, nor could she do much to chase her away, being chained so tightly against the wall.

Maybe she'll just go away on her own...

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Jackson

When the collar came off, Jackson was ready to sing praises to this woman. This was the first time his neck had felt air, or anything other than the cracking leather of an old collar, since Lady Myriem had died and he'd been introduced to the cruelty of slavers. Where there was once a collar, a ring of raw flesh showed exactly where it had been.

"Be a good boy and try not to kill this one, eh?" Jackson turned to the receptionist, a man with a cruel gleam in his eye. He'd escorted the guards who had dragged him in, and he'd actually been the only one to lay a ginger on him without cause, punching him in the gut when he came through the door.

Quickly, he reached for the back of the man's head and pulled him close. "You know, I don't even remember killing that man. But they told me that I was brutal. Think I should try remembering it this time?" It was an empty threat, of course, and one he had no business making moments after he'd just had his collar removed.

In truth, Jackson wasn't a violent person. The black had been added to his collar only after he'd killed the man. Sure, he had started fights with the slaves and been used for fighting sometimes, he didn't enjoy violence. But he enjoyed being taunted less.

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Deceit smiled at the crowd, hoping that he had performed well. Turning back to Shinji, scratching his chin a bit.

"A hybrid race, eh? So you were created, like me!"

Saying so, he brought up his arm and lifted his sleeve, showing the multiple stitches between patches of skin of different color. People had called him multiple things throughout his lifetime; a homunculus, a Frankenstein, and most commonly, a freak. But the mistress called him none of those, and she gave him the confidence to be able to show others his stitches. Or hide them, when necessary. A long-sleeved tunic, long overalls, and a cap to hide the stitches along his hairline. Good thing he didn't have any stitches across his face.

"A- H-have a good day, Lady Blackbird!"

He bowed deeply again to Lady Blackbird as she exited. He hoped he hadn't done anything to offend her. He'd get a scolding if he did.

He wondered if she remembered him at all, or if she recognized the brand on his left cheek as that of his mistress's. Instinctively, his hand went to his cheek. An ivy leaf with two tendrils, the standard brand of the Miramoto Manor, worn in places that must remain seen. D'metri had his on the back of his neck, Jasmine had hers on her hand, and Puck had his on his shoulder. As he let his thoughts and eyes drift, he wondered where Shinji would place his if he joined the manor...

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We'll have to have Jasmine treat his neck...

Yura watched as his restraints were released, noticing the marks they left on him. She was never fond of those. While the store manager did realize that the wares had to be in good shape for the customers, other masters, especially the cruel ones, rarely think of that.

Just then, she caught the conversation between the two. Yes, she definitely saw where the red had come from on his collar.

"I thank you for your concern about my safety, sir, but rest assured, the Miramotos have their own way of dealing with, ah, the potentially violent ones. Jackson, be a dear and let the poor man go. I'm sure he's stressed from work."

Though the receptionist offered her the collar to keep, she waved it away. She had no need for such a thing. Pretty soon, he'll be branded anyways.

"I have your first task, Jackson; you are to fetch me the rogue little slave who thinks that it's a good idea to leave the griffins of the carriage unattended while his master is shopping."

Taking a few steps back down the hallway leading to the slave rooms, she beckoned to him. As they walked, she took the opportunity to ask Jackson about himself.

"Do you have a surname?"

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                                          Lady Victoria jumped when an escort came in after her, explaining the girl in front of her. She already didnt like the collar, and both the escort and girl seemed like they were both discouraging her. Lady was well known, mainly through her father, for his company and shops. Especially after he passed, being on the news and everything, making sure the public knew he was gone. Obviously, it was smart to protect and be somewhat caring of the richest, especially a child. The richer one was, the more they could buy. Looking as if only ten, already having a ransom over her head before, and knowing that she was the last of her family for the business, Lady took account.

                                          Lady, on the other hand, always gave benefit of the doubt. And was a reverse psychology girl, tell her one thing and she would do the opposite, as long as it was good. "But she looks pretty, and hums pretty too." She was smarter than her vocabulary led her to be. Gently pulling from the man, turning to face him, looking way up since she was less than five feet. "But who else am I to look at? Are you going to find me someone I would like?" Her teal eyes were challenging. She had respect ffor the man warning her, not knowing or understand most things half the time. Being young, she set her standards both high and low. She wanted someone to obey her strictly and protect her, but also take care of her enough to live.

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Jackson released the man, wondering if the sarcasm in her voice when she mentioned that work could be stressful was intentional. "Stressed from work," he mused to the receptionist as his new mistress began to head toward the slaves' common area. "I've spent the majority of my life as the property of another, but she worries you might be stressed from work. Incredible."

He hurried after Yura. "Surname?" Jackson repeated. That was an interesting question, He knew that he had to have a surname; everyone had a surname. This was, however the first time he'd been asked about it. "Of course I have a surname," he answered, trying to think of what exactly his was. He thought it had something to do with the number three, but that was ridiculous. "Jackson Three?" He was a slave, not a prototype. "Leoht," he decided, using Lady Myriem's surname. He wondered if she'd mind. Probably not; she had set him free, after all.

"Rouge slave?" Jackson asked. "I'm assuming that he's in the room you mentioned before B207?" He had no idea where exactly that was, but he could figure it out. "Will you be accompanying me, ma'am? Or am I to fetch him myself?" It was a fair question; he had no idea how much freedom she was willing to give him.

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"F-feel free to look at this one, my lady!"

Never anger the customers; that was the number one rule of the manager, and he was lookin' to keep his job.

There was a slight clink of chains as Sayuri lifted her head to better see this visitor. Yes, she looked much like the others, but it seems that she had a spark of fire, too. Sayuri remembered her own spark that she had lost all those years ago after being captured. A spark that she had shared with someone dear to her. That person, too, thought that Sayuri could "hum pretty". Thinking back on her, Sayuri smiled.

"Oh, she's smiling!"

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Ah, he caught on the "stressed" comment. I'll have to teach him to react with more subtlety, then.

"Leoht. Hm... is that the surname you were born with or the one you were given?"

She knew a Leoht in her ranks. Not well, mind you, but she knew of the name. If she remembered correctly, the lady there had shared some of her views on treating slaves with Yura over the course of a dinner. Yura was visiting on a business trip. Re-focusing on the task at hand, she continued to lead Jackson down the hallway.

"No, no, he's gotten himself into one of the exotic rooms, in the back. E362, to be exact."

A good master should always keep track of his slaves, and as the other slaves at the manor could tell you, Yura was known to be eerily good at it. She had her ways.

"Of course we will go together. After all, I cannot leave without my driver. It is your job to persuade him to return with us. Without any extra baggage."

This would be a good opportunity to see how he acts with others. Especially with a troublesome one like Deceit...

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                                          exotic section || sayuri || cold, curious || Outfit

                                          Lady Victoria gave a look of confusion as the man changed rather quickly. But she was serious. Gently hugging her arms, a softer look. "Honestly, If any new slaves come in, I want to be the first to see them. Okay~?" Smiling up at the man but then he said something about her smiling. Did he mean herself? No. Turning around to the other girl. Had she done something to cause the slightest change?

                                          Felling more curious than in danger, Lady took another step forward, then another, until she was within arm reach of the woman. "Do you talk?" A soft whisper, tilting her head to look at the girl. "Do you have a name? Or should I call you pretty lady?" Although she was honestly curious, not wanting to have to demand anything, her tone was hinted with playfulness. If she couldnt find anyone, she would have to speak to Madame Arda.

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"My lady..."

The worker did not move forward to stop Lady Blackbird, but kept a wary eye out for any sudden movements. Though this slave proved docile, it would be better to be safe than sorry. Shapeshifters were, after all, rumored to change their moods suddenly.

Sayuri blushed a bit at being called a pretty lady. The only people who had called her that before were the foolish village men that came chasing after her into the forest without knowing what she truly was. This form was only skin deep, and being called pretty should not mean much to a shapeshifter; but here, in this stuffy room, chained to the wall, it meant something.

"S-Sayuri."

She could barely croak out her own name. It had been so long since she had water. If she was allowed to shapeshift, it wouldn't be a problem, but the collar didn't allow her to. She had barely been fed, too, and minimally. Feeding a free-form shapeshifter was dangerous, they say. Did they not know that she'll die if she wasn't fed and couldn't shift?

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Jackson

"Given," he replied curtly, feeling no reason to go any deeper into it than that. He didn't know why he disliked talking about Myriem so much. Those had been, without a doubt, the best years of his life. He'd been happy. He'd been wanted. He even let himself think that he'd been loved. Why, then, was he so reluctant to speak of any of that part of his life?

"Exotics?" Jackson knew those parts of the slave stores. He'd even been put in there, a few times, when owners thought that his Fae blood meant anything. The exotics sections tended to be vastly different from the regular storage areas. While this shop presented a clean front and relatively well-fed slaves, the exotics section could be a different story. There, the dangerous and the rare were kept, and all were treated like the dangerous. "Let's hope that he hasn't gotten himself killed then, huh?"

The hybrid led her to the back of the shop. He'd actually seen the door to this section before, when he'd been brought in. There were two employees stationed at the entrance. Jackson spoke to one of them, his voice dripping sarcasm. "Good morning, gentlemen. My mistress here would like access to the wonderful exotics section. I pray that this is a well-kept area, the pinnacle of cleanliness, because this store is just such a nice place." Jackson forgot how much of a jerk he sounded like when using that fake, saccharine-sweet voice. However, he hoped that the guards hated hearing it more than he hated using it.

One of them opened the door begrudgingly, clearly not enjoying taking orders from a slave. However, he said nothing and escorted them in. The exotics section, while not the worst he'd ever seen, was exactly as he'd said it was. The slaves' rooms were barely eligible to be called that. Instead, they were practically display cases housing chained and exhausted valuables. "Welcome to Exotics," Jackson said with a mock flourish.

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                                  Moon woke up after a short nap, standing on shaky legs, shaking out her coat. No one was near her room, so she shifted in the corner she had curled up in. A tall, curvy woman, with red hair to her waist, eyes to match. She was wearing the same outfit as yesterday, a white T with jeans and old tennis shoes. They were clothes from her companion, hugging herself as if hugging him. The shirt and pants had a few slash marks, as if from weapons and bullets, and where there were rips, there were cuts and burns. It was from her struggle, thankfully with no greater injury.

                                  Moon searched around her room, which was nice but hardly had anything extra then the needed furniture. She did find another door, which led to a somewhat large room where there were few other slaves and apparently no masters. A social room? Stepping in, in only took just a few minutes of being crowded by the others and chatting to make her flee back in her own room. It wasnt that she was scared, or anti-social, or whatever, but she was mostly a wild animal and knew it wasnt safe to be in a room like that. Letting out a sigh, looking out the mostly see through door, where masters peeked in. Maybe instead of a human approach, she would go with something cuter. So she shook out her red hair, black ears popping from her head, a black tail swaying behind her, looking as innocent as she could.
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