Korim's Sleeping quarters

[Mavis Renkoptf]

Korim likes to keep to himself within the circus as his tent while near the main performance tent is far enough that he has enough distance between himself and the other members roaming about that he will not be constantly bothered. He likes to keep his room slightly neat and orderly in order to find things about his room quickly.

The room is big enough to easily fit three beds Korim prefers to sleep on a twin sized bed and while not having more beds in the room he is easily able to obtain two more from the circus storeroom. Giving the room a total of three twin beds. Korim never minds if a slave decides to explore the expanses of his room as he enjoys hiding things all about the area in the oddest of places.

Inside of the room is an adjacent waterproof shower tent the shower is built so that it is not see through. Korim however usually uses the public showers so this room is often filled with a locked chest and two boxes. Should these be removed however the shower is still fully functional.

The rest of the layout within the room is a desk with a chair littered with papers and books of all sorts. A small cabinet next to the desk also covered with books and a few different games. The room also has one large dresser and a smaller dresser next to it  

[Avilion Einhorn]

Nanaja Kagero

♦The Inferno Warrior♦

She could try...? She could try!? Nanaja's fire magic may be relatively weak here within this horrible place, but she is sure that it can still do a good amount of damage upon the demon! Fire is fire, no matter how weak it may be, it will still cause pain towards the dragoness's target. But to hear that he is concerned if she gets sick from traveling through portals, she stares at him with a questionable expression. What exactly does he mean by traveling through portals. Does he mean like... teleportation? Does this demon know of such magics? If so, then her life may have just become a lot more complicated than she has already anticipated. To hear that so he doesn't have to touch her so that she doesn't have to removes his hands or burn him alive, that she shall be going through first to prevent such a thing. Her sensitive ears twitch slightly at the sound of the bastards snapping of his fingers, the dragoness directs her attention to one of the many walls, seeing that a portal has formed itself upon the wall to allow entry to some place unknown to her. The dragoness is going to assume that this portal leads to the place of residence of this freaky b*****d. Must she really go through such forms of transportation to get to where this freak lives? Is he truly that lazy that he has to use portals to go home? The way she would get home were the old fashioned ways of walking, or if she was in a rush, she would fly there...

With the demon tugging on her chain, pretty much forcing the momentum upon her to slip through the damnable portal, Nanaja goes through first, heading immediately through and into what looks like a basic room. Or at least that's what it looks like anyway. There is something about this place that seems... odd. Wait, judging by what this place is, looking upon the outer walls of the room, it's almost like she is in... a tent? The dragoness is in a tent? This demon lives in a tent? No, not just any tent, this tent looks as though it's from some kind of carnival or a circus or something. Does this demon perform for the carnival or circus!? Oh dear God, now she has seen it all. This demon truly is a child within an adult body, that loves nothing more to cause pain and misery upon others. She can only imagine what this freak does when he is not happy, but when others around him are. He probably tortures them until they start weeping and start begging for their own demise. Growling lowly, she stands off to the side, tapping her right clawed foot on the ground in an annoyed manner. The freak didn't have to do that for her to go through. Unfortunately, she was going to go through the portal anyway. It's not like she had a choice...

 

[Mavis Renkoptf]

ஆ Korim ஆ

Knife thrower;Substitute Ring Master

Come here my pet...

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Korim walked out of the portal moments after Nanaja and looked about his tent. Nothing had changed during his absence as far as he could tell. He always kept his weapons hidden throughout the room along with many other surprises, but should the Dragoness or the tigress decide to start nosing about her owuld likely move the weapons to a different area. He wasn't disappointed to see that the Dragoness did not fall as she went though the portal despite the momentum and smiles behind his mask. "Yes I live in a circus tent and yes I perform here. If you run away you will just be transported back to the castle and then I'll have to go and pick you up once again."

Walking towards the current bed within the room he lays Valenraven on top of it as he could not carry her after he had the clowns bring more beds in there. He ignored Nanaja for the moment as his head disappeared out of the tent talking with an unknown face only to reappear within several minutes. Korim turns to Nanaja with an amused eye as he hears her foot tapping irritation. "You did say you would light me a fire should I touch you, you didn't have time to worry what was on the other side did you?" He walks towards her before just slipping around her to get to his desk, shifting through it as various items of all colors were inside. some looked like rubber bands in the shapes of animals or just objects in general, but as he moved them to the side he pulls out a bag of sweets carefully having been hidden. "If you would like some there you go, but if your hungry and actually want a meal you'll have to wait until the other two beds get here. As I said wasn't expecting to find any slaves to peak my interest so soon so I did not have the beds brought in here." His foot taps air as he sits on the corner of his desk moving the chair out with his foot for Nanaja to sit in should she choose to.

Pulling off his gloves was something Korim liked to do in the privacy that was his room, no longer exactly private with two extra living beings but he would get used to the feeling. His uncovered pale hands wiggled in the lit up tent, as if getting used to the feeling of being bare from being underneath the layer of leather for so long. His leather shirt was next, unzipping it down to reveal his undershirt but not removing the actual article of clothing completely. With his skin already pale enough that he looked like a natural clown or mime the scars Korim did have were not easy to spot unless you were really looking for them. Focusing his eyes on Nanaja he waited. What would she do? Would it be much of a surprise he was actually bringing in beds for the two of them. Would she try some of the candy he had gotten out that was from some commercialized book he had never read, but was in individualized wrappers?

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I promise not to harm you...much.

 

[Avilion Einhorn]

Nanaja Kagero

♦The Inferno Warrior♦

Continuing to tap her right clawed foot onto the ground in an irritated manner, Nanaja slowly moves her fiery orbs, that which are her eyes, around the room, examining it as it seems to be just a basic, run-in-a-mill bedroom. Of course, this must be the demons tent where he goes for alone time and to rest after his little escapades, or whatever he wishes to call them. Directing her attention to the demon that is now her owner and the tigress's owner, she gives him a glare, being quite annoyed with this situation she is in. She doesn't wish to be here, she wishes to be home with her family and her younger siblings. The dragoness can only imagine as to what her entire family is doing right now. They are probably searching for her, putting up missing posters of her or something. It's a shame that they do not know as to where she is. But it also sucks that she too, doesn't have a damn clue as to where she is. She's in a circus or a carnival, she knows that much. But it's exact location remains a mystery to her, unfortunately. Perhaps she will never know where she is and she shall be forever trapped here, and become this demons play thing for the rest of her life, which is a indeed a long time, considering she's a dragoness. Or until he loses interest in her and either kills her or sends her back to the slave market. Somehow, the dragoness is going to go with option one, knowing that this demon will not lose interest in her one bit...

Nanaja sighs and shakes her head, ceasing the constant tapping of her right clawed foot upon the ground, just saddened by the fact that she may never see her own family again. She doesn't even pay any attention to the demons words, as she does not wish to even listen to him. All he is, is but a child that is locked within an adults body. An adult with a childish mind. Oh yeah, he's definitely Master material, she can already say that much. Of course, that is nothing but sarcasm, as this guy is definitely not Master material. He is too easily amused by the most simplest things, which is creepy on its own. All she knows is that Valeraven has been laid upon his bed, so that she can rest after the beating she has received back at her cell. It actually hurt the dragoness to see the tigress go through so much pain, but honestly, there really wasn't much she could have done about it. Hearing a bag get pulled out from the demons desk, directing her fiery gaze over towards him and the desk, she looks down at the bag of sweets for a moment, simply shaking her head. She refuses to eat anything that is bad for her, as she wishes to keep her somewhat perfect physique, not wanting to gain any unnecessary weight or anything else along those lines. Looking down to the chair he pulled out for her, she simply shakes her head once more, not wanting to sit down. She would rather stand in this room, not wanting to actually touch anything. She doesn't know what he does in this room besides sleep and what not. This demon could be quite the sicko and have done other things in here. She averts her gaze away from the demon as he unclothes himself, looking out of the corner of her eye to see that the demon is paler than anything. It's almost as if he doesn't even get any sun whatsoever...

 

[Riskia Vetis]

~Valeraven~

~Cat Burglar/Escape Artist/Slave~

Upon feeling contact with her claws, Valeraven thought her strike had hit home. That thought quickly disappeared seeing the slash marks on his mask rather than his face; she missed, but how? When it came to hand to hand, she was considered a master of both quickness and accuracy yet she missed? Either her skills had gotten a little rusty or the blow to her head was greater than she first realized. She thought to herself trying to ready another attempt before her wrists were again snatched by this freak. She wanted to prove him wrong about him being a scratching post; he would make an excellent post in fact. His pale white flesh and red blood, if it was red, would smear nicely across the wall and floor in the likeness of a mural.

With her hands once again pinned and the pain throughout her body screaming out, Valeraven could only growl as Korim began to inspect the damage on his merchandise. That was after all what she was basically reduced to, his play thing that he could technically do whatever he wanted to. A thought that didn’t sit well in her mind as he began applying pressure to the injury on her head and stomach and could only flinch as a reaction to both. Her pride too strong to make any sounds of weakness, even despite the fact that she was extremely sore in those areas. She believed that crying out in pain only satisfied the one causing the pain, no doubt her words held great truth. One of her previous masters, a young man by the looks of his age attempted to break her literally for entertainment, but after countless hours he grew bored of his punching bag and throw her out. It wasn’t fun unless you could hear their screams, that much she was able to figure having taken a vast majority of tortures in the past six months. She would never give anyone that considered themselves masters the satisfaction of hearing her pain and see her hidden tears.

However being swung over Korim’s shoulder by her hands to be carried like a sack did make her gasp slightly both in shock and the new uncomfortable position. Was he seriously going to carry her where ever they were going, if so she was going to continue to prove difficult thinking it was a going to be a long trip on foot or horseback? Boy did her eyes go wide when she heard him say something about portals, her only mistress – a mage of sorts – used them to get quickly from place to place as well as give Raven a headache every time the attempted to escape her manor. Stupid witch and her magic, the reason for returning her was still unclear. It had to do either with the incident in the study where Raven messed with the bottle labels for her precious potions, or the release of several of her experiments to run rampage within her premise. Either way it got the job done, sort of. It was a plan to try to get a stupid master that would slip and allow her escape, but it would seem that fate had a funny way of denying your plans.

Raven let out a sigh, feeling once again in a very challenging situation that would prove to be a test of her skills and instincts. Maybe this dragon creature, what was her name?...Desire escape as much as she does and they could work together. That could always be an exploitable possibility, still rather relying on herself to get her out of trouble. She would have to wait and see before determining the best course of action. Remaining quiet as she was uncomfortably carried through the portal, Raven blinked her eyes a couple of times as she adjusted to the new light and surroundings set about her. The design of the walls set her off immediately that they weren’t walls at all. Just sheets of fabric that seemed to move slightly from the gentle wind, great…he was a ******** clown. At least she didn’t need to worry about trying to find windows or doors to escape from; she could just open herself up a hole and presto.

That thought was immediately destroyed with the reminder that she would appear back at the castle, he was right she knew but that never stopped a cat from trying. Hell if she got fed up with Korim’s childish games, she could just walk out the perimeter of his domain and once again be back within the castle. At least there she could roam free for a limited time before the guards would be able to find her and catch her. Now laying on the bed that she could only assume was his own, Raven rubbed her wrists absently as she continued to get a bearing of the place. It was well kept yet cluttered at the same time, random boxes here and there, a shower which possibly didn’t work being used for a closet and what, a desk with random colorful objects scattered about it. Dear god, she was dealing with a child. She frowned at the idea, adults were easier to predict and since the moment she met him; he had made her second guess herself…Twice.

That much could be said as he started to pull his gloves off and upper garments, his skin chalky white as if from a deadly illness. Feeling a shiver run up her spine, Raven moved her gaze elsewhere trying to think of ways to find a weapon. If escape wasn’t possible, then maybe she could demand her freedom in exchange for his life. The thought had crossed her mind before, but previous owners had taken great care to keep sharp or blunt objects out of her reach. She could only hope that Korim was more careless for as soon as he left her sites, she would scavenge whatever she can that would prove helpful. Already a sharp prop leaning against the far side of the tent looked quite promising as she unknowingly seemed to keep her eyes locked on it like a hawk zeroing on its prey. Promising indeed.

((sorry that this is long, started it like around noon but was kicked off by the little boys and wasn't able to get it finished until now.))  

[Mavis Renkoptf]

ஆ Korim ஆ

Knife thrower;Substitute Ring Master

Come here my pet...

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"If you make a hole in my tent you will be fixing it." Korim states this clearly as he can see Valeraven eyeballing the fabric that was around his tent. Giving off even more of an amused air as he noted that Nanaja while turning her head away was still keeping an eye on him as he fiddled with his leather shirt. "Now that you are both paying attention. I'll give you a brief tour of my room, aside from you probably already know most of what you need to from seeing it." Korim hops off of the desk and points to his desk. "This is my desk I keep a variety off different things in there. Mostly desk supplies and paper work I'm required to do." he grumbled under his breath something about the ringmaster tossing his duties onto him and shook his head as he moved onward. He wasn't going to mention the hidden cubicles within the desk.

"This is my shower. As you see I have boxes in here because it does not work." Korim just used the public showers as he never saw the point of the shower in his room and when it broke he never bothered on fixing it. "Due to this you will be using the public showers just as I use the public showers as well as other carnival members. next are the two dressers the big one is mine and the one that's a bit smaller is the one you both can use for clothing. If another is needed I'll bring it in and rearrange everything." Korim shrugs himself out of his leather shirt and places it in a basket hidden from view beside the dresser for him to clean it later that day.

He pauses when he hears the movement outside of his fabric door and starts bringing in what he needed for the two females beds. The clowns did not follow him as they stood outside and just stared with blank expressions looking nothing like Korim. Their make up was not cheery as regular carnivals as this carnival was demented and they knew if they set a foot into Korim's domain they would whined up loosing their limbs if they were lucky. Closing the flap he drops the tool box the clowns brought with them and began making their bed frames. "Those are the clowns, if you happen to decide to run out of the tent foolishly without permission they will be out there and if they catch you you'll find yourself strapped to a table as they do whatever it is they can image until I come to get you." Getting called a clown still irritated him to no end and he knew the two of him likely thought of him being a clown due to his skin tone. he didn't think he looked like a clown he wasn't wearing flashy clothing that was loose over his skin.

He set both of their beds beside on another on the cleared section of his tent where the both of them could maneuver about with little difficulty. The beds were simple looking in design much like his own as because he knew how to set up the bed is did not take him long to do both of theirs. Brushing himself off as he stands, Korim focus's his attention on both Nanaja and on Valenraven. "Are either of you hungry." He did not bother with describing his shelf as it was obvious as to what was on them.

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I promise not to harm you...much.

 

[Riskia Vetis]

~Valeraven~

~Cat Burglar/Escape Artist/Slave~

A smirk crawled its way across her face as she heard the warning about his precious tent, thinking of doing it just to spite him. But she reframed, still recovering from the last unpleasant confrontation knowing that it was bound to happen again. Hell, with her luck, she will get one beating a day just for all the antics and attempts of escape that she pulls. She sort of question how the tent would be fixed if the dragon decided to set it aflame, guessing that this fabric would caught and spread before anything could be done to put it out. That was something that she wanted to see actually, giving Nanaja a not so friendly glare just because of her set mood. It seemed that she didn’t seem so fond of being this freak’s pet either, so the possibility of seeing this tent along with the rest aflame was inevitable.

Raven could care less about his little tour; it was more a joke anyhow. She could figure out why he had a desk and what was within, though if he was hiding anything useful it would soon be unlocked. Of course she would have to wait for him to leave before she began snooping around and even than she didn’t have to look far to find some handy props. She even wondered if maybe this freak show had any valuables that might be worth her time, she was a thief after all and a cat no less. Shiny things always caught her eye, which is how she became the master of the trade. As Korim continued his walk through, Raven zoned out no longer paying attention. His voice as well as the why he spoke to irritating to want to keep much attention to. Thank god she was semi-gifted with muting people that annoyed her, it was as if they had a little microphone icon over their head and all she had to do was press the A button to see a red cross mark over the icon. It was magical, that is what it was, there being no way she would be able to put up with the company that she was forced to commute with on her life change.

Standing up off the bed not too gracefully still feeling sharp pain in her lower abdomen, Raven’s ears perk hearing the movement outside the tent. Upon seeing the two other ‘clowns’, she couldn’t believe the difference. Just realizing how out of place Korim was for a clown, she began to look at him more closely. It wasn’t until he turned away from her to ensemble the beds meant for them that she noticed very faint scars on his body. Most of which seemed to blend perfectly with his chalky white skin, but with her eyes she saw them easily. She couldn’t however determine if they were offensive, defensive, or intentional; if she could tell she could figure out how much s**t she got herself in this time. As for the clowns, they looked less of a threat. Probably easy pickings if it came to a swarm of them broking her from freedom. Raven looked away from him when he asked his question, looking back at her surroundings obviously plotting everything out within her mind in a similar fashion of a map. Kind of like a bird eyes view, she did this mostly because she liked to be prepared. If something were to go down and the lights were extinguished, she needed to know where ever thing was mentally so she wouldn’t stumble over anything. A tactic most thieves and even assassins used while on a job, but this was no job. She just treated it as such, not at the moment hungry enough to come anywhere near Korim or the other freak shows that wanders outside this tent.

 

[Avilion Einhorn]

Nanaja Kagero

♦The Inferno Warrior♦

Directing her attention towards the tigress, Nanaja could tell that she was beginning to get some ideas. Ideas that would make this demon completely lose it and make him probably return the tigress. The thing with that, is that the dragoness would be happy to help with the tormenting of this demon. Hell, the tigress can make a hole in the tent, where as she herself will just simply burn it down. But this demon doesn't know that she can use fire magic, she just simply said that she would burn him. She never did say with what exactly. She could have meant on saying that she was going to burn him with a torch. Chuckling silently to herself, the dragoness pretty much drowns out the whole tour that the demon has decided to randomly give them, still standing in the same spot which is basically near the bastards desk. In fact, she doesn't even know this demons name, as he is without a doubt a rude freaking child. The brain of a child and the body of an adult, it's a lovely mix, isn't it? Oh how she just wants to set his body aflame and watch his life slowly be extinguished, but like stated earlier, she gets the feeling that she will simply be teleported back into her cell back at that strange slave place. The dragoness would do anything to go back and see her family...

Now completely drowning out the demon and locking herself away within her thoughts, Nanaja begins to think about her family. Her loving and caring parents, that are usually busy fifty percent of the time, and the three little demons that are known as siblings; two younger sisters and one younger brother. They are currently in their pre-teen years, and they are indeed quite the handful. The dragoness can only imagine as to what kind of hell that her parents are going through, considering she has done nothing but take care of them mostly their entire lives. About seventy-five percent of their lives, the dragoness took extremely good care of them as if they were her own children. Those hatchlings would always get into so much trouble, that she would have to bail them out one way or another. A bribe here and there, and sometimes it would work. But the rest of the time, the young hatchlings would have to go through the punishment that they so rightfully deserved. Her bribes were either with money, or... other services that she isn't too proud about sharing, as it is a little personal to share with anybody. All in all, she loves her siblings to death, and she would literally do anything for them. She would even sacrifice herself for her younger siblings, that is when the time arises...

Sighing depressingly and shaking her head, Nanaja comes out of her thought process has been cut rather short, no longer hearing the demon give them the small tour of his damnable room, but is noticing the two beds that they have obtained for themselves. What joy, neither her or the tigress will have to sleep together, especially on the same bed with the demon. She would have to kill the demon if she were to sleep in the same bed as him. But sleeping in the same bed as the tigress, she probably wouldn't mind it as much. She has been in the same bed with a male and a female before, so there are really no worries about sleeping in the bed with a... well, she guesses she wants to call Valeraven a slave-mate, or something along those lines. She doesn't know, nor is it really important. With the beds being set into one of the clear sections of this demons room, she immediately rushes towards one with a walking pace, looking down at it as it seems like a basic bed. A pillow and bed sheets, nothing fancy. Shrugging her shoulders, she sets herself down onto the farthest bed away from the demons bed, resting her head onto the pillow as she looks at the demon with her fiery eyes. Is the dragoness hungry? Granted, she is hungry, but to accept food from this clown? She may not like it, but she needs to at least eat something. Sighing, she lightly nods to her head yest to the demon, not really giving a damn...

 

[Mavis Renkoptf]

ஆ Korim ஆ

Knife thrower;Substitute Ring Master

Come here my pet...

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Moving back to his desk Korim gave Nanaja the same look her had given Valenraven moments earlier as she has been eyeballing his tent's walls. His tent was his home and safe haven from the rest of the carnival and he would not take lightly to the destruction of his room. Getting one yes to his question he nods that he would be taking the two of them to the kitchens in a little bit. He felt as though he was forgetting something and just could place his finger on it.

"What was it that I forgot to do I wonder." Korim's fingers begin silently tapping his mask as he tried to find the solution. he got their beds in there as he had noticed when he said to Nanaja that he had only one bed she looked ready to attempt ripping his head from his shoulders. It wasn't removing the weapons from his room, as if they found his weapons in his concealed locations then he would merely just have to move them. They knew he lived at a carnival but not as what, he gave them a mini pointless tour of his room and told them that his shower did not work.

"..." He huffed lightly in self irritation as he tried to think of what it was until it just suddenly came to him. "Wait I didn't tell you my name." Korim mentally slapped himself for forgetting something that was so simple. Then however when he thought about it everyone knew him in the circus and he didn't have to worry about introducing himself. "My name is Korim. I am a substitute ringmaster when the main ringmaster is away and my main occupation within the carnival is knife throwing. I do other things here as well, but you'll find that out whenever that particular task comes to pass."

Looking between the two females before he walks to the entrance of his tent he holds open the flaps to the tent. he waits for the two females laying down on the two separate bead: one on his own and the other on her own. He could leave them here alone and result in the loss of his tent and perhaps a few other items about his room, but right now he did not feel up to dealing with that sort of destruction.

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I promise not to harm you...much.

 

[Riskia Vetis]

~Valeraven~

~Cat Burglar/Escape Artist/Slave~

So the freak had a name…whoop de ******** do. Like she was going to give him the luxury of calling him by his name, he would have to adjust to cold stares and hissing. He wasn’t likely to get any better response from her as she thought of things funny that might rhyme with Korim, unfortunately only coming up with scrim which wasn’t all to fun at all. She didn’t even care much of what he called her, a name have very little value in these kinds of situations. Yes, she was known famously on the streets by her name and blade, which was forever lost to her for all she knew. In the slave type situation, there were better off given them numbers as names, heck she would even settle for ‘you’. Not like she is going to obey an order given to her any was, she was a cat after all. Curious by nature yet cautious and considered lazy. It wasn’t lazy at all, just stubborn determination and a strong will to back it.

Watching him walk over to the tent entrance and hold the flap open, Raven raised an eyebrow in response before rolling her eyes and moving away from him considerably. She didn’t want to go anywhere at the moment, actually…she wanted him to go away. Let him get lost on the way home and trip to break his neck, as long as he caused pain to himself it would bring a smile to her face. She wanted to snoop around and if possible make an escape attempt just to figure out the security of this place. Korim hadn’t yet bound her hands or anything down to a solid structure so if she wanted to now, she could try to split. The pain however in her head and stomach acted as a reminder that she didn’t deal with pain well. With her eyes going skyward to scan the wooden support beams and wires that held the large tent structure in place, she couldn’t help but feel relieved that she had somewhere to retreat to if she didn’t desire to do what she is told. Cats have never been ones to follow directions any way, they do what they want when they want and that was that.

A substitute ringmaster and knife thrower, Raven would have never guessed having to give him another look. Well he did look like he belonged in some sick type of surgical team; maybe knife thrower was a fancy way of saying dissection. In the end if he misses, there will be blood everywhere. A thought that made her feel nauseous slightly. She imagined life targets strapped to a spinning wheel and dozens of daggers being thrown very close to their body. As for ringmaster…she didn’t know what qualified someone to be as such so she had no clue, she didn’t even know what a ring master did. Maybe juggle rings of different shapes and sizes, a slight giggle escaping at the thought of Korim juggling rings only to have one go around his neck and choke him to death. A pleasing thought, but one that was practically impossible to actually happen. .

 

[Avilion Einhorn]

Nanaja Kagero

♦The Inferno Warrior♦

Getting quite comfortable on the bed that this damned demon has brought her and Valeraven, Nanaja shifts lightly, trying to get a little more comfortable at least, trying to get into a decent resting position. Frankly, her bed back home was more comfortable than this cheap thing. But, beggars cannot be choosers, right? The dragoness can at least be somewhat thankful that this b*****d was able to obtain two beds for the dragoness and the tigress. If she had to sleep on the same bed as him, she would have had to kill him right on the spot, just for being in the same bed as her. The dragoness may be hungry at the moment, but currently, she doesn't really feel like getting up anytime soon. She has settled herself down onto her own bed, and she doesn't have any plans on moving anytime soon. She just feels like lounging about for the time being. So if she's going to be getting food, this demon is going to have to bring it to her and give her the food. If he doesn't do that, then she can go without food for the rest of the day if she has to, until she feels like getting up that is...

Placing her hands behind her head, ruffling her multi-colored hair a little bit, Nanaja yawns widely as she is getting quite tired for some reason. Probably because she is actually laying down onto a decently comfortable bed. She did try to lay down on the bed back at the slave market or whatever that place is, and she couldn't really get comfortable. Hearing that the demon has forgotten something, and to hear that he has yet to tell them his name, she groans heavily and rolls her fiery eyes, finding him to be extremely foolish and idiotic. He is just now figuring out that he has completely forgotten to introduce himself towards the dragoness and the tigress? Honestly, when two new people meet each other, they at least start off with introductions. She kind of told him her name from the very moment they met back at the slave market, and he completely ignored that small part of the conversation by not introducing himself. Hearing that his name is Korim and explaining his position in this hell hole he calls home, the dragoness kind of drowns it out and ignores it. But watching him move over towards the entrance and hold open the flaps of the tent, she blinks a couple of times, looking at Korim questionably. She doesn't feel like getting up at the moment, as she just stares at him and stays silent. If he thinks she's going to get up now, he's going to get torched...

 

[Mavis Renkoptf]

ஆ Korim ஆ

Knife thrower;Substitute Ring Master

Come here my pet...

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Rolling his eyes Korim sighs at the two just lazing about on the beds and not moving. He can see now he will be the one to go and get them food by himself as they did not appear like they would be moving anytime soon. This however did not make him wary on leaving the two unbound to something. He saw no more point in speaking to the two of them when they did not answer him in reply. The dragoness just ignored him until he mentioned food and the tigress did not seem interested in food at all.

Unknowingly he did not know that the Tigress was thinking about just what a knife thrower did around here. Korim as a whole did all of what she was thinking; dissection, throwing knifes at living targets, butchering, and surgery. If you could do it with a knife them it was highly likely that Korim did it in the circus. He loved dissecting things that were still alive the most, like a kid who took joy out of ripping of a spiders legs and watching it suffer. His scars however came mostly from his practicing with his knives when he first began his training into becoming a professional knife thrower and from his home life when he was growing up.

He shrugs his shoulders as he lets go of the flap and walks to the center of his room wrapping his knuckles against the beam as two separate chains fell down. One thwacking him on the side of his head opposite where he had been hit by the padlock thrown by Valanraven back at her previous slave cell. His eyes lowered slightly as he rubbing his head and looked at the chain with distaste at it for hitting him on the head. He moved toward Nanaja first taking her old chain and switching it out with the new chain it having some of the same magics on the chain as the previous and picked up an odd looking pair of cuffs that would bind both hands and a tail to keep them from moving and doing anything funny. He placed a pair on Nanaja and moved out of the way of her when she looked ready to open her mouth and spit something at him. He repeated the process with Valen raven and nodded to himself. He had the feeling that the thief would figure out how to get out of her cuffs with little problems, but this would keep her busy for now while he went to get their food.

Turning Korim walks briskly from the room and disappears from the room as the flap sways behind him. It's swaying and his fading footsteps the only sings that he had just left the room.

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I promise not to harm you...much.

 

[Riskia Vetis]

~Valeraven~

~Cat Burglar/Escape Artist/Slave~

Showing no intention that she was going to with him, Valeraven continued to look about the room taking in every little detail. The support beam was really thick as it stood in the middle of the tent and held the whole structure up. About three yards up were other thinner wooden beams branching off to create the support structure of the tent, a perfect roosting spot for her. Being a cat in all, she always liked to look down at the world around her and watch as the events unfolded. It made her feel powerful in a way, knowledge was her friend and when it came to keeping one step ahead of the authorities the roof was the best place to be. Seeing as how the dragoness was refusing to move from her comfortable spot on the bed, Raven watched as Korim seemed to give up on trying to make them do anything at the moment. As he makes his way to the center of the tent, she watches his movements curious as to what he has planned now. The sound of chains caught her immediate attention watching them drop from some unknown shadow, one smacking him on the side of his face that was yet to be marked. This made her chuckle out loud to herself seeing that even on his own he was careless and clumsy. A promising combination at best when she finally decided to make a split from here and attempt freedom.

The smile disappeared from her face as soon as Korim set about changing the dragoness’s chains than moving to her. She didn’t put up any struggle seeing at the locks were extremely simple and it would take little to no time to get through them. As soon as he was done, she growled in his face and pulled away from him to sit back down on his bed. As soon as he was out the door, she went to work first by turning her head to the side and pulling out one of her many concealed tools. With her hands and tail bound, she would have use her mouth to maneuver the sturdy wires correctly. A taunting task, but one that she was familiar with and willing to take up as a challenge. Holding the two wires carefully between her teeth, she used her tongue to change the angle and position the wires within the lock opening. A couple of tweaks and five minutes later, her patience was rewarded with the click and an open lock.

God she loved her trade, spitting out the wires and pulling the padlock off to release her arms and tail. Now to go about snooping around first things first, the desk. Everyone, wither they be adults or not kept their most private information within the safety of their desk, believing that the locks would keep prying eyes out. But to the skilled hands of a thief, it was as simple as turning the knob of a door handle to see what was within. Raven didn’t even bother to give the dragoness any assistance as she pounced on top of the desk and remained in a crouched position as she began unlocking the drawer locks upside down. This time it took her only seconds to break though the first locked drawer. She found only a neat stack of papers within and upon reading the first line of the title page lost complete interest of the information within. Opening the next drawer down, she found a similar stack of papers, but also found what looked like a dull knife used for opening letters. It wasn’t sharp, but if you apply enough pressure and it would still cause one to bleed. Flipping the thin slab of metal around her hand a couple of times, she nodded before sliding it under her wrist cuff for easy access. On to the next one…

 

[Avilion Einhorn]

Nanaja Kagero

♦The Inferno Warrior♦

Being comfortable on the bed, her fiery gaze directed towards the demon that is named Korim, Nanaja yawns widely once more, definitely feeling lazy. Yep, she doesn't feel like moving or getting up. If Korim was intelligent enough, which he isn't, he would have waited with the beds and put them in after getting them food. But alas, his thought process isn't all that good, is it? His thought process is that of a child with the attention span of a dead rodent that has been run over by stampeding animals. In other words, his attention span sucks. Frankly, she doesn't care what Korim does, as long as he actually gets her food and brings it back here so she can munch of it, the dragoness praying that it isn't poisoned or anything of the such. If she finds out something is off about her food, she will burn down the entire circus or carnival or whatever Korim calls this place. As a child, she never grew too fond of such things of and such forms of entertainment. Frankly. she found it all to be extremely stupid and childish, especially when she was a child. Even then, she didn't like such places...

Sighing and shaking her head, Nanaja watches as Korim walks over to one of the beams within the tent, noting that two separate chains fall down, and one of them actually hitting him in the side of the head. The dragoness couldn't help but laugh out loud to such things, as that was indeed funny. Yes, she finds his pain to be rather amusing, as he finds their pain amusing. If he wishes to play that game, so can she. She will laugh her a** off every time Korim hurts himself like an idiot. He truly is a clown, isn't he? Relaxing herself, she feels the chain around her neck get changed, and her hands bound together, along with her tail being bound as well. Did he just seriously touch her tail!? As much as she hates assholes like Korim touching her, nobody ever touches her tail and gets away with it. Her ears pin back against her skull, her lips drawing back into a snarl as he watches the demon leave the tent, to go wherever he plans on going. Since Korim has done the same thing to Valeraven, she growls lowly as she looks over at the tigress for a moment, then back to her own bindings, trying to figure out a way to break them. This is definitely uncomfortable for the dragoness, and if Korim seriously believes that she is going to stay like this, he definitely doesn't know her very well. Hell, he doesn't know her at all, and it's probably going to stay that way, until Korim cuts the crap and stops acting like a child and acts more like a gentleman and not a clown...

Her ears staying pinned back against her skull, Nanaja gets a small idea as to how she is going to free herself of her bindings. A little fire magic never hurt anybody, and she is sure that her magic will be able to either melt or break or do something with these bindings. First off, she needs to free her hands. Looking down at the cuffs that are keeping her hands extremely close together, another idea formulates within her mind, thinking that perhaps she won't have to use her fire magic to melt through the chains and bindings. Nope, a dragons claw is all that is needed to break through a lock. She has done so multiple times when she was being mischievous as a child back at home. Ah yes, she remembers well as to how her parents would get upset at her for snooping around in there room and searching for random objects. She mainly did this during the Christmas time and her birthday, as she wanted to find out where her parents were hiding her presents. Chuckling lightly to herself, it seems that Valeraven as already gone about freeing herself, and has no attention to help the dragoness. Whatever, she doesn't even need her assistance anyways. Flipping her left index claw, she sticks it into the locking mechanism, twisting and turning it, making sure she doesn't even harm herself in the process. With a couple of minutes tweaking around with the lock, a click sounds and the cuffs fall down onto the bed, freeing her hands and her tail. Letting out a sigh of relief, she tosses the cuffs onto the floor, rubbing her wrists together. It was tight around her hands and tail, which only bothered her to no end. Feeling along her tail with both of her hands, everything seems to be in order as she watches Valeraven snoop around the tent. The dragoness stays upon her bed, getting back into a comfortable position, leaning down with her head upon the pillow, her tail curling along her side, her hands gently placed behind her head, just watching the tigress go about her own business...

 

[Mavis Renkoptf]

ஆ Korim ஆ

Knife thrower;Substitute Ring Master

Come here my pet...

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The first thing Korim saw when her returned to his tent was that ValeRaven was crouching on his desk and rummaging through it. "I know it must have been hard for you to resist the temptation, but there is nothing interesting in that." He had not expected the bindings on them to last at all, they were there mostly to keep the two busy for the length of time he happened to get away but finding Valeraven the way she was made him feel as if her hand had been in his underwear drawer. "I suppose that those were too easy for the both of you." He sounded amused at best, clearly showing he wasn't bothered that they got out.

However valeraven was in the flat surface he would have liked to use for getting out the food for the both of them. He was able to smell it so he knew the two of them could even with the bag closed the way it was. Crouching down on the floor and placing the bags bottom onto it he opens it up and first removes the cutlery holding those in his hand as his removes the two dishes wrapped into separate plates that he used to keep the food from squishing on the trip back. once he had the two of them out he separate the cutlery onto the tops of both dished and sat on one the end of Nanaja's bed and the other on Valeravens.

The one thing he would not do to the two of them was starve them to death. If they wanted it they could go get it or he would go get it but they would have things to eat. "Before you two let your minds go into thinking I poisoned you it is wild boar pork chops, mashed potatoes, and Lima beans. In this bag..." He holds up the second bag he had brought with him. "Are fruits. I will set these right here between the two of you." Something seems to click in his mind suddenly as he walked right past Valeraven and began shifting about boxes to get to another box containing bottles of all shapes and sizes. He just grasped two bottles and place those onto the beds next to the plates. "Water."

After giving the two his food he just seemingly went about ignoring them before picking up the picked shackles where Valraven had been and the sliced open pair Nanaja had. He actually stared at the cut up one for several minutes and then to Nanaja's claws with a risen eyebrow. He wasn't slow enough not to know that valraven had found his letter opener in the second drawer where he kept the boring paperwork. it wasn't as if he had to hide it. He did keep a journal in his room but he did not keep it anywhere near his desk as it was to obvious of a place to stick it. He noted a wire on the floor and picked it up with a thoughtful look. "Hmm how intuitive."

Plucking a red book from his shelf, he sets onto his bed with one leg halfway onto the bed with the other resting with his foots sole on the floor. This book did not have a visual title on the outside of it or gave a hint to his contents. Korim had been rereading an anatomy book for the past several days as he was to the middle of the cook currently on the torso section of the book:sub category the intestines. He had other Anatomy books on the shelf but this one unlike the ones on the shelf did not pertain to only one part but all of it as a whole. His ears were trained on both the Dragoness and the tigress as he read, completely alert to what the two were doing. Subconsciously he rubbed his head where he had been hit with the padlock and then the spot with the chain.

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I promise not to harm you...much.