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 Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 10:11 am
Welcome to the blackmarket, whats that you say? you already have your ticket to our little...secret section? then follow me...be carefull not to kill any of the slaves...
Welcome to the Lancer slave market...their main thing to sell? people who have been shrunk, why? it brings in more profit....for them.
Rules: 1. no spam
2. no gming if your a slave, or powerplaying.
3.Have fun
4. No more than 3 slave per master, seeing as we don't have many members on...
5. Other than that, no killing without a permit.
Character skeleton:
Username: Reapernut
Character name: Deamon Kleer
Age: 20
Race(Masters only): Human
Master or slave?: Slave.
Gender: Male
Apperence:http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n54/Kaloray/anime guys/supposedly normal people/anime.jpg
Bio: Deamon had been minding his own buisness one day, until BAM! he ended up being knocked out, when he woke up, he was trapped inside a cage, the strange thing was, everything was bigger.
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 10:53 am
Username: shade1224 Character name: Collette Parita Age: appears to be 20... Race: Vampire Master or Slave: Master Gender: Female Appearence:  Bio: As a night-time employee, Collette creates illusions to make others not suspect anything. She can withstand daylight, but not for long periods at a time. She has a toyful personallity, making it impossible whether she's cruel or gentle at first. She's mainly gentle, but won't hesitate to disipline her pet...
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 11:24 am
Deamon let out a sigh, watching as many people passed his cage, each one looking either nice, or really vicious, pulling out his book, he sat down, and started to read, somehow it had gotten small with him...but he didn't know how. "Human for sale! HUMAN FOR SALE!" the person selling him shouted.
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 2:04 pm
Username: Reapernut Character name: Creyd Dash Age: 18 Race(Masters only): Human Master or slave?: Slave. Gender: Male Apperence:  Bio:Creyd was cursed by a witch to became the size of a doll for burning her dolly. ((quick question since thier is only one master right now and two slaves what happens?))
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 2:23 pm
ooc: then i have to change the rule
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 2:35 pm
ooc:kinda lol.
Creyd wakes up and notices he is in a cage with another guy and says, "huh i guess the witch got tired from me since im being sold by her father... hey who be you?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 2:40 pm
Deamon turned and looked at the other "Deamon Kleer..." he murmured, putting his book down, he tried to break part of the cage again, still no avail "Damn..." he thought to himself, walking back and forth, he waited.
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 3:05 pm
Creyd says, "are strength from when we were normal doesnt work against stuff no more so stop trying and hope the person who buys you is a nice person."
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 3:06 pm
Deamon turned "I've turned the bars brittle..." he murmured, pointing to a small bucket of water, and a blow torch, he smiled "I do that once a day...hoping it breaks..."
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 3:17 pm
Creyd says, " um i see but the metal restrengthens after a day since it expands and constrict at a slow rate." Creyd takes out his dashblaster and shots to the left of him and a beam of light comes from the ground infront of the cage. Creyd says, "um not as big as once was when i was normal but that should be good enough to get someone to take a look at us."
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 3:19 pm
Deamon let out a sigh "Fine, have it your way, now shut up...the seller may think were up to something..." quickly, and quietly, he hid the blow torch, sat back down, and read his book.
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 3:30 pm
Collette wondered into the back end of the black market, looking at the tinies. She was there on her own time, and this was her day off. Her wondering eyes stopped at a particular couple.
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 3:32 pm
Deamon turned to Creyd "We have someone looking our way...put the freaking weapon away..." he hissed, quickly and quietly, he slid to where he had sat, before getting up again to tell Creyd to put his weapons away,
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 3:41 pm
Creyd yells at deamon, "ITS A SIGNAL GUN MADE TO ALERT PEOPLE OF WHERE I AM! i dont think my team could see such a weak light thou... um you should some one was looking at us?"
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 3:43 pm
Deamon noded "And keep your voice down.....don't want too much attention.." he hissed, from where he sat, placing his book down, he took out a blanket, and wrapped up at the end of the cage "Damned cold..."
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