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Interesting Conversationalist
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 Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 2:51 pm
"An appropriate description," Eris replied in amusement, quite sure that Mengyao had no idea what it was he was getting himself into. He had not yet agreed to a deal, but inquiring as he did was enough, even as vague and innocent a comment as it was. He seemed amused, whether it be towards her offer or towards antagonizing Invictus by bidding on her, but the horsewoman ignored the latter, pleased by the interest he was showing. This boded well.
Eris offered only the slightest glance towards Lan as she refused to back down in their 'faux' bid war on Invictus, her eyes narrowing slightly, but offering no more retort. It was clear, however, she was displeased by the act of rebellion. Lan was required to give her no more respect than she felt appropriate; she was a horsewoman of Conquest, not of War, and was bound to her by no more than a common interest in their Lost Clan. The politics involved, however, were complex. Peace between the clans was always a delicate balance, and their becoming a singular clan had not changed that much. Whether or not it was a political game to the Conquest horsewoman, it was quickly becoming one to the Heir. For now, however, she had more important matters to attend to.
Sliding her attention back to Mengyao, she relaxed again, her head cocked to one side, thoughtfully. "I will lose to the Cerberus. My bid is not likely to stand, nor do I intend it to. It is merely a whim, one which I will follow up later." At this, she glanced over to Remi, her expression unreadable for a breath of time, before she returned her attention to the Conquest horseman, her smile returning. "And so, perhaps you might make better use of my silver seeds."
Grinning further, there was the slightest glitter in her glowing amber regard as she paused, allowing him the chance to process what she had to say, before saying anymore.
"Pledge yourself to me. Not above your own Clan -- you would serve them above all else -- but should they not require your assistance, answer to me. In return, I will give you my 70 seeds for you to bid on my contract or, should you fail to win, for you to do with as you please. In addition, should the Cerberus, or any other outbid me, and you require them, my remaining 35 seeds would fall to you."
This was a serious proposal. One which clearly should not be taken lightly. 'Answering' to her was an ambiguous thing to agree to, and the horsewoman knew it. She had clearly done it purposefully. Again, however, she paused to let him absorb the information before clarifying.
"In essence, my plan is for you to primarily act as my confidant, and my liason within Conquest. Through Invictus, Conquest is my ally, however I wish to strengthen my clan's bond with your own. In taking a confidant of Conquest, it is my hopes it will act much as an arranged marriage would between kingdoms or tribes, if you will forgive the comparison." She may or may not have looked slightly amused at that. "In return, you would have my favor. The span of your political power would increase with the secrets I could tell, and with the physical backing of the heir of War. You may call upon me as I would you, in any instance I am not bound to assist my own Clan."
At this, she gave a little shrug, as if to lighten the mood. Her smile was pleasant, now that she had named her conditions, as if it was of no consequence to her whether or not he decided to take her up on the offer.
"You are free to accept or decline as you wish. The choice is yours, I will not be angry nor offended. In fact, I will do better; do not take this deal. I cannot promise you that binding yourself to me in this manner will be prove in your benefit, no matter what I say."
Offering him an almost wistful little smile, the Heir shook her head for a moment, before a soft voice off to one side caught her attention. Normally, this sort of voice would not have done so at all, but in this environment, this auction where she had essentially sold her soul for an entire day, Eris had found that it was pertinent to keep an eye on those who had bid. Swiveling her gaze, she locked her eyes on Lifen's now, meeting them for a few long seconds before she glanced back at Lan, who was merely smiling now, as if a plan was coming together. Again, the Heir's eyes narrowed a little, this time a touch of flame licking at her fingertips.
"Be careful, Lan. These games had better be innocent."Seussi ((I'll reply to you guys in a sec, my post is already getting super long xDD)) Ol-j-man ((I'll reply to you guys in a sec, my post is already getting super long xDD))
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 2:56 pm
"35 seeds on the spayed mutt!" Nukpana called out, grinning.
And then that's all Nata wrote, because her posts are too long and she doesn't have time to write that much because the auction is probably ending soon ;;;NUKPANA IS BIDDING 35 SEEDS ON DAMIEN!
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 3:01 pm
The look Shehk gave Mort seemed unintentionally sharp, her brows furrowing together slightly as she frowned.
"I'm surprised that I look well, considering the circumstances." she replied, not quite terse, but obviously strained. Her ears flicked back as she heard a voice she was not quite pleased with, passing a glance towards the bidding Skinwalker, before she looked back to Mort.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 3:03 pm
Finally! More bids not on her and Invictus. "Nuk, isn't spaying for females?" Junko blinked, not realizing she was speaking into the microphone.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 3:06 pm
"Yeah . . ." Mort gave a terribly wry smile in return. "Know tha' waaaaay too well. How y'feelin'? Y'got back at cer'mony too? With 'em punkins n' cheerin'?" The questions were sincere, but his voice was slurred from the spirits.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 3:09 pm
"Frankly, cheering wasn't exactly what I was in the mood for when I came back." she confessed. "But my..problems...stem from something not quite that..." A look of pain actually flashed across her face and it took a few seconds before the pricolici swallowed it away.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 3:11 pm
Invictus seemed to be paying very close attention to who was bidding on Eris now - especially his own clan. Whatever agreements Eris was making with Mengyao aside (if he disapproved or not didn't matter, as Eris' whims were her own business, he did not police them), it seemed that Eris was the prize of his clan.
There might have been a look of 'SHAAMMMEEEE' tossed out towards a certain cousin, however.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 3:16 pm
Cheering hadn't been the first thing on his mind either. More like . . . freaking out that people kept touching him. So he bobbed his head solemnly in agreement, though the movement was dipped too deep and made it almost horselike. "Know those feels too. Hey." The pained look she wore was enough to make him try and put a hand on her shoulder. "'Ve aaaall got prollems. Thing we did? Was worth it. D-Didn't get t'know ye 'fore, but . . . ya need help, m'here, man. So here."
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 3:19 pm
"Perhaps." Shehk replied, lips tightening. She had a certain degree of mixed feelings about Red being back - not so much that she didn't like it, but...maybe it was some of that re-spawned stupor getting to her.
"I'll keep that offer in mind, though, Mort." she pat him on the shoulder. "So thank you." Even if you are sloshed.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 3:54 pm
The smirk on Mengyao's face widened with amusement, tilting his head to the side to scrutinize Eris. Truth be told, he held no particular high regards towards any of the other clans either, barring forced alignment to them through the Lost Clans and the Priestess. But considering that Mengyao also felt no particular loyalty to Medea either, this was, as usual, completely of his own doing. It would do interestingly to have such a horsewoman bound to him, even if that binding was temporary.
He considered her words. "You present an interesting solution to an unexpected problem, Heiress of War. I should think you prudent in your decisions, and I am quite curious as to the inner workings of your mind. And considering that I do not make such things known very often, well..."
He trailed off thoughtfully, tapping a grey feathered fan against his chin, smile slowly quirking. The voices inside of his head swelled and then softened, whispers against the outer edges of his thoughts, like static. Mengyao pushed them aside, tilted his chin down, and leveled dual-colored eyes in Eris' direction.
"I find I am rather intrigued by your proposal..." he started to say, but was cut off by the all-too-familiar voice of a pale-faced horsewoman that stepped up, her long hair twisted up into elegant knots at the back of her head. Mengyao's expression turned a mixture of exasperation and bemusement.
"Lifen," he said, taking a step towards her. "What are you doing?"
His eyes fell on Lan, who was smirking widely. Mengyao's suspicion rose.
"Let me rephrase - what are both of you doing?"
Sparrow, meanwhile, was still grinning cheekily at Remi, and was quite relaxed on stage. SPARROW IS BIDDING 39 SEEDS ON REMI!
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 4:02 pm
"B-but!" The boil pouted, his bottom lip quivering. "I don't wanna be friends with him. I wanna be your slave!" Lou cried out, falling to his knees with his hands cupped together. "C'mon! I'll bake you stuff. Shine your shoes. Clean your bathroom. Do your laundry! Do you really hate me that m-"
Then Lou heard it. 10 on the vampire. And it was a feminine voice, even. "Well, helloooooo hotness." His plea to Xiu was promptly dropped in favor of eyeing this new ghoul. He stood, dusted his snazzy pants off from groveling like a b***h, and winked at Shehk. "Baby, you look so sweet you're giving me a cavity."
You know what they say. You get what you pay for.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 4:03 pm
Lan's smiled waved for a brief moment. The shame of Invictus almost making her wish to give up this delicate play of power. Almost. But there was a thrill to it all, to challenge. To try and have some kind of upper hand. Politics and games- where one began and the other ended were hard to decipher at times, and when you could potentially mix the two you could get a stunning victory or an abysmal disaster. Invictus's look of shame was returned, abet, mush less frightening and much less shame based. More a childish hurt,he should know to trust her. Not far, but trust her to a point. That was a different matter however. "Lady Eris, nothing a noble does is ever innocent. Take heart however, if all goes well, you will reap the benefits of this 'game' as much as I." Looking to Mengyao, Lan sent him a look that was pretty commonly sent his way. 'I am hardly going to tell you and I hope your fan bursts into flames while you wave it in front of your face' Lan might not have the imperial stare of shame down, but she was very skilled at Mengfaces.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 4:12 pm
The boil Miyako approached, frowned and corssed his arms. She was afraid now that she had upset him. Her eyes widened a bit when he snached the list from her and read it. Her eyes widened even more as he spoke. Payment for a signature? Well it was her last signature, so she really needed it. She was actually haveing trouble finding anyone 5ft tall or shorter, and she really didn't like asking people if they were short, it was mean. So she did think he deserved something... But..she blushed heavily as he said a kiss. The feline didn't just go around kissing people. She was too shy. Way to shy. She didn't really like paying for a signature either. But well..signing to comfirm that he was short is kind of mean. So she did feel he deserved it. "I..I couldn't I..." She was reffering to kissing, but she was too shy to even say it so she just asked him about the silver. "uh-um...h-how much silver?" She fidgeted nervously.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 4:17 pm
While Alexander waited for the autograph he was sure he was getting, wavering slightly on his feet, he was getting a good look at all those others up on stage. Oh hey, Mort was on stage! Oh wait, he was back off of stage. There were people bidding all over the place and he was hardly paying attention, but one demon boil on stage suddenly had Alex frowning, staring, and finally grinning from ear to ear. "CHRYSES!" He shouted, having no idea that his zombro had already bid on the boil. "I'm so happy that you're alive! Here, if I bid on you that means we have to hang out some time, k?" ------------------- Shaheen was too busy backstage to notice that anyone was bidding on the lot that she had been interested in. Even if she had noticed, she would not have done anything about it. Waste more the a single seed on a student? No, that was not happening. ALEXANDER IS BIDDING 20 SEEDS ON CHRYSES!
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 4:18 pm
Tseng frowned at Yuzhi, before crossing his arms and turning away. She didn't understand. What was worse, was that Lan had come up and started to scold him for it as well. "I Shall bring honor by celebrating this event TO THE FULLEST," he said, before looking a little indignant as the hellhound he was bidding on called him a ***** style="color: teal">"FEAR NOT. I AM NOT THAT!" Tseng IS BIDDING 40 SEEDS ON DEMI!
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