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Oh dear. A bid on Invictus? Junko frowned and looked down at her cards. He wasn't on her list..he was literally just...standing here on stage. It wasn't fair to all the students she had rejected if she just suddenly allow a latecomer so suddenly into the game. She scratched at her cheek and fidgeted awkwardly from one foot to the other. "W-well..just because someone's on the stage doesn't mean...I mean, I'm on the stage and I'm not open for bids. Invictus is free to stand with Eris but it wouldn't be fair to those that I had to turn away for being too late to sign up if I just...put him in. Favoritism and all that." She frowned. "Besides, I'd outbid anyone who tried to take him." There was a pause as she glanced around for the bickering siblings. Oh, they'd stopped.

"Plus it would open up to a lot of...revenge bids." And Junko was not having that.

The next bid had her confused. The..cat? She looked around, spotting Agneza. "But she isn't up for auction yet, Enzo." Silly boil. She'd just put him down for the only student who didn't have any bids yet, because she was nice like that. Little did she know that was who he meant.

She turned back to Invictus as he answered her question, her smile returning and her fraying nerves calming a fair amount. He was so calm. That was good. She was glad. "You were just being very quiet. I couldn't tell if you disapproved or not of me auctioning off one of your fellow heirs."

The hellhound was nodding along absent mindedly to Xiu. the thoughts of having the baku helping him out for a week, ideas for date like activities. The was enough For demi to act as giddy as can be. The moment for joyful bounds and leaps however passed quickly with Nuk's face in view.The best mood killer ever in his personal opinion.

It was only then that the pup regained his sense of hearing and recognizing speech that make his head quick in confusion. "Wait what?" he asked honestly and began flailing his hands around when Xiu decided to look through her change purse."No no, what are you doing, put that away." he insisted and began to wave the idea of payback away. "It is not necessary, just be glad Lou didn't decide to throw his two seeds in the bidding."

That would not have ended well, and probably earned a kick from the cherry nibbling ghoul.

Course, Damien would have been lying if he didn't admit to the notion of wanting to see that, hopefully with some Kettle popcorn. he was going to have to talk to the Baku in the week of servitude about not needing to pay him back, the advantage of being a master was already going to good use.

Being sidetracked had its flaws, the hounds curiosity got the best of him when they decided to announce the next batch of contestants. And he was one of them. "Oh, sweet doggy biscuits." he moaned out loud at the introduction by Riley as he marched to his doom in the limelight. Or at least off to the side of the limelight, that space clearly belonged to the horseman Eris. "I am not fixed, I never had to wear a cone over my head." he declared meekly, giving the violet mindflayer a green, smokey eyed stare.

That stare managed to find reason to lighten up with the sharp bark of one canine in the crowd that cared.So in the moment of gratitude he wanted to say thanks. The white pelt of Frost was not hard to find in that direction.

The words of gratitude died in his throat soon after, and left him with nothing but a painful swallow of saliva. it couldn't get worse, that was what he mentally relied on as he shifted nervously from side to side.

The first hurdle of not being bid on had passed. The next was trying not to snarl and send a flying kick at the skinwalker that put in his own Bid. "SHUT YOUR TRAP NUK." he snapped back heatedly, the restraint was broken more quickly than even his own personalities expected as he gave the boil a one finger salute.

IT COULDN"T GET WORSE.

getting bid on by a no pants wearing boil? it made it worse, at least Nuk kept his clothes on. "AM I GOING TO GO TO A *****?!"

The irate Hellhound was sure he used his mental inner voice. not the outer one. But there it was, words echoing from place to place.

The hound merely just folded his ears. was it over yet? he just wanted it over so he could dig a hole and never come out.

From onstage, Sparrow poked his head around Remi and said cheerfully,

"This is all very pleasant, isn't it?"

SPARROW IS BIDDING 25 SEEDS ON REMI!

While TG moped about his loss, he was approached by a ghoul who, of all things, asked him about his height. He was instantly frowning and crossed his arms. "Yeah, so what?" To which she showed a paper. Standing up on the table, he snatched it from her and read it. Why were there people looking for short people?

Glancing back at the ghoul, he'd smiled. "I just don't sign things for free. You gotta pay. Give me seeds or..." He grinned. "..or a kiss." He couldn't tell if she was a demon or monster, but he'd take anything at this point.

Remi had, thankfully, appeared to have hidden behind the auction for the war horsewomen, which was ENTIRELY fine by him. He could see why others wanted her, she was freaking hot as hell.

Figuratively and literally.

Though after some time (and pondering sneaking off stage) he heard his name chime up, in which the horsemen initiate turned around and found himself looking upon another horsewoman. She was one he had seen around, and yet had not spoken with before. All the same he did give het a glance, curious as to why she would want him as a slave for the day.

That did not last too long though, because Thackery seemed to be intent on keeping the bid as well. He couldn't help the cough and the laugh at his enthusiasm either. Thack and his kitsunes. "Hello Tack"

Remi silently thanked him for the 'not weird' with a nod.

Then a bid war started to happen and he was stunned..... wondering briefly if he shifted into a kitsune and made this face:



If it would hide him? Probably not, so he stayed in student form.

"....Shut up Sparrow." The boy grumbled in return, It would be his turn soon.

The fact that Eris had countered Lan's bid seemed to make Invictus just radiate smugness - even Mengyao couldn't have outsmugged Invictus in that moment, which was a feat in and of itself. Still, the warm press of War's body against his was all and well a fantastic prize, if he said so himself. He was able to assert just how much his the firey woman in red was, even without having to place monetary value over her.

Invictus would have raised the lost clans into the heavens for any of his girls, and they knew it. It was just these students (and some of his own) that needed to know that they were bidding on his possessions. Not that the fact that Eris was indeed the most grand of prizes was diminished in the least.

It might have been boosting his ego just a bit.

When Eris bid on the kitsune, Invictus passed a look towards Remi, then to Eris, leaning in to whisper something into her ear - something for only her to hear - before he pulled away, that possessiveness still firm in his features to Eris's eyes alone.

Whatever he'd said, though, was likely to be a comment that would cause people to blush if they overheard it. That might have been why he hadn't said it so loudly. Or perhaps it was whispered to Eris in one of his own grand attempts to make her blush.

Not that he was very skilled at making any of the heirs blush. Likely because they were on the same level as he was. But, as Eris had gone to bid on Remi, something Junko said seemed to spur a thought in the Conquest Heir himself.

He gestured to Junko.


"50 on you, Junko."

INVICTUS IS BIDDING 50 SEEDS ON JUNKO??

Alas, Eris had made her claim. Lan might wish to teasingly be 'above' Invictus, but "My lady Eris" Lan bowed to the protector of war. "101 on Invictus."

She was going to be stubborn. Hair tossed flippantly at Mengyao she ignored him... Before she managed to spy one horsewoman, going to her side, plan in mind. "Lifen, won't you come here for a moment?"

Having absolutely no desire whatsoever to bid on any of the students up for bid, Seiji hadn't hurried on his way down to the auction. He'd instead used his time to give his hair, now quite long, a good trim so when loose it was merely brushing his shoulders instead of going past his collar bone. Once that was done he'd pulled it back in a knot at the back of his head, dressed in his usual style of dark jeans, a tee-shirt, and hooded vest. It wasn't fancy, but it was comfortable.

With his hands crammed into his pockets, the ghost boil made his way out of the dorms and towards the auction, humming under his breath along with the music playing in his earbuds. He was curious who had signed up to be auctioned off, but honestly he was more curious over who'd be doing the bidding.

There hadn't been an acution since Seiji had been at the school, but he'd heard some pretty amusing things from Junko about the one that had taken place before his enrollment.

When he arrived he took a second to scan the many familiar and less then familiar faces within the big room- Those on stage, and those bidding. -Then his mind caught up with his eyes and he whipped his head around to stare up at the ghoul who was over seeing the entire event. It was Junko, he'd know it would be, but what he hadn't know was what she'd intended on wearing. If she'd mentioned it before hand, he'd have probably been there all along. hot damn.

Letting out a low whistle the boil moved closer, glowing eyes glued on the Fukakuchi-onna and her delightful little Queen of Hearts outfit. He wasn't paying attention to the bids being called around him, at least not until Junko's name was called out, and he snapped out of his stupor long enough to turn a narrowed eye towards the Protector of Conquest.

"60 on Junko!" Like hell he was gunna let another person make off with his ghoulfriend.

SEIJI IS BIDDING 60 SEEDS ON JUNKO??