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 Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 1:37 pm
 Rebecca heard shuffling outside her door and then a knock. The door opened and the assassin crouched into a position where she was barely visible and poised to spring at any moment. The slate knife clutched dangerously tight in her hand that it began to cut into her flesh. Fear was an amazing weapon. Adrenaline surged throughout her body, her nervous system flaring up in every millimeter of her being. The primal instinct of self preservation nearly missed the dialogue about sealed food. The assassin stood, after sheathing her knife in the back of her bra strap. She was startled again, though, when the witch mentioned her weapon even without ever seeing it. Rebecca fingered the collar and wondered if there was more to it than simply punishment and 24-hour observation. It gently buzzed under her touch, but it was more of a consoling hum than anything. Oki left the room, door opened, with the food on the table next to Rebecca's bed. Gingerly, Rebecca made her way over to the door and peered out into the hallway. She saw Oki head downstairs, probably going to find the other collared person. When she brought her head back into the room, she thought a few moments before deciding that starvation wasn't going to be her cause of death. She'd rather go out quickly fighting than slowly decaying. She grabbed the bag of jerky, sat with one leg up on the bed, and savagely tore into a piece of meat. OOC: Sorry for the quotes. Just habit I guess. What was missed? I read everything a few times before I reply. Just because my character doesn't comment on something doesn't mean I didn't read it. I simply responded the way my character would. Sorry thread master!
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 6:15 pm
 Vlad felt the presence of someone coming down the stairs, simultaniously feeling the pressure on his neck lessening. He assumed it was the Oki woman and sighed at his continual misfortune. All Vlad wanted to do was be alone but this woman was obviously not going to leave him be till she got some sort of self satisfaction, which he obviously wasnt going to give her. He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceilling in hopes she would think he was asleep or something but she remained. Vlad sighed once more and got up turning to lean against the wall at the bottom of the cot, "What do you want Oki? Is there anything else you wish to dredge up inside me, perhaps about my childhood or may parents? If not please leave me be Im in no mood to deal with a second rate enchantress who speaks in third person for not other reason then to annoy others," When he finished talking he felt a much sharper spark from the collar that actually made his eye twitch a little. Though it hurt him not more then a needle p***k, it still was an annoying feeling. ((OOC: Not qouting anyone, and im pretty sure Im not missing anything, also im ganna apologize for the stuberness of my character, I made his will and difficulty seem mild because i figured thats what a slave trader would do if he was trying to get rid of an especailly difficult slave, sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 6:16 pm
 June slowly walked throw the hallway she had heared the other two and and was a bit to shy to have gone out yet while they where conversing with eatch other but had decided to try and meet them. But when she had got to the dinning room every one had vanished. She now walked untell she saw an open door where she saw a girl sitting on her bed eating something. She gave a light knock on the door “H-hello” she asked her voice light and kind a hint of shyness in it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 8:18 pm
 " Oki has spoken this way since childhood. It has always been her way despite tests, 'cures', spells and tortures. She is sad He does not care for it and hopes with time he will come to accept her." Her tone was gentle but solid, remembering long hours with rough doctors or casters hoping to cure her for easy money. She crossed her arms, leaning against the frame of the kennel. She offered him a small smile, " She wants to know why he holds back. Presses back the fire in him. Is it this, she wonders?" She gestured to her eye, for him it would be the one covered with the patch. " Or is it because he believes he is better than she? Oki is indeed a second rate sorceress. Her power is based on healing and defending. She cannot set him on fire, cannot drown him with water, cannot crush him with earth. She wonders will he become so angry with her, he would dare try to harm her when she only wishes to keep him. Heal him. Give him, his hearts desire." ((OOC: It's a good challenge ^_^, ))
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 9:22 pm
Instinctively, Rebecca stood tall and proud, poised to strike. The bag of jerky lay strewn across the mattress. Her lightly scarred body still looked so seductive even when positioned to leap across a room. Her hand went up behind her back and stayed there, gripping her knife that was sheathed in the back of her bra. She moved ever so slightly, shifting her weight from foot to foot, trying to determine the best course of action. "Who the hell are you? What do you want?" Rebecca payed no heed to the small religious medallion hanging from the person's neck...or even of the collar. No matter what the reason for the woman's intrusion, Rebecca was still in a tantra of self preservation. She had been once again sold to a slaver and was determined it was going to be her last sale. She wanted to find a way out, and having any witnesses to her scheming mind was only a nuisance and needed to be swiftly taken care of. OOC: Heya Wolfjoker.
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Posted: Thu Nov 01, 2012 11:50 pm
Vlad groaned in frustration, "Why do you persist woman, I do not fear you, I do not respect you, you have no leverage to sway me or gain my favor. You are not strong therefor i will not serve you or do as you say." He turned away from her then and dropped his head. "And as for why i hold, I do it simply because i do not wish to kill anymore, And even though i feel that way the thing thats inside here does not seem to agree with that life choice." He lay back on the cot and stared at the cielling thinking, "So yes, now that i have answered your questions, please either prove you are a suitable master or leave me be, or better yet take me back to the slaver, because i refuse to serve someone weak."
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 10:52 am
she jumped when the other woman jumped up falling on her but "i-i am sorry i did not mean to scare you" she said starteled by the other woman's reaction she smiled though as she looked up. "my name is June" she said as she got back on her feet and straitened her dress "and came to meet some of the other people the mistress brought here."
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 11:13 am
It was then that Rebecca took notice of the collar and holy symbol around the girl's neck. "What are you? Some kind of lackey of hers? You respect her enough to call her your mistress?" As she put sarcastic emphasis on the last word, she felt her collar momentarily tighten as if to shun her with a tsk-tsk her about her choice of words. Still, Rebecca eased her hand away from the hidden knife, leaving it there. This pitiful girl couldn't harm a fly, let alone a hardened assassin. Judging by the sense of people that she herself and the man were, it was hard to see what kind of things Oki saw in this...nun. Rebecca eased her weight back to the heels of her feet and stood a little more at ease. "Look, I understand you might have been curious about any newcomers, and who knows how long you've been here and how much this Oki has already corrupted you with her toiling, witchy ways. I require no friendships, nor have I asked for any. You will see nothing more of me than you have to, as such neither will this Oki. I do hope you enjoy the view of me from the opposite side of my door."Brash, a little harsh, but Rebecca was tired. The nap earlier did nothing for her, and with something now in her stomach, she was sated enough to sleep. She escorted the June-lady out of her room and shut the door behind her and locked it. Not that the witch couldn't enter if she wanted, but neither of the others, as far as she knew, held magic to open the lock. She took the knife from her bra, and slid it back under her pillow. She slept atop the covers, atop the jerky and all.
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Posted: Fri Nov 02, 2012 5:08 pm
June was a bit startled by how the other woman had talked to her she figured the two of them being owned by oki could be friends. She was even more startled by the later parts of her words “b-but” she protested as she was pushed from the room and the door closed and locked “but “ she sighed looking down turning walking away. She had only wanted freainds. And Oki was only her first master she was a bit glade of that because she saw some of the other masters that passed by her and the look in there eyes. She walked into her own room sitting on the bed and took her cross in her hand saying a small prar
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Posted: Sat Nov 03, 2012 9:53 am
She hummed, " Oki's persistance is one of her better traits." She listened to him. Nodding here and there, making notes to be written later in his ledger. What a complicated soul, she wondered if perhaps it was a curse. She was horrid with curses, but knew a few who were descent with them. " Everyone has a rough first day," she said aloud. Did he want a display of physical power? He must. It seemed his way. The collar would not help, she used no magic to assist. She would sigh, small hands gripping his ankles and with a umph whipping him off the cot and onto the floor. She spoke gently, leaning over him, smiling with childlike delight, " Is this sufficient, Vladimir, or does he require something more?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2012 8:38 pm
Vlad caught himself when he was pulled down, without his lower body touching the floor. He then tucked is feet under then over into a handstand, flipping forward he landed on his feet looking down at Oki. "Yes, that was enough." He said with obvious sarcasm.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 3:40 pm
My he was agile, it was rare when someone so completely relaxed could perform such an act. She set her shoulders as he spoke. His tone was unsatisfactory. He was mocking her. The quickest way to rouse her temper was such blatant disrespect. The small woman bristled, a stern frown crossing her lips. The collar would not tighten or shock him but rather she would step to him. Looping a strong finger through his collar and jerking him down to her level with enough force to leave him a sore neck for a day or so. She said not a word, but pressed her lips firmly against his forehead and let go. She turned her back to him and left the kennel. She stepped onto the first of many steps, " Perhaps when he is older and he has matured Oki may put him to use as her retainer. She will hold him forever. She will never sell him no matter how horrible he tries to be. Enjoy the day, Vladimir." And with that she went back upstairs, to her office and settled in.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 4:08 pm
Rebecca woke up a few times that night, due to nightmares or simply being cold. At some point, she managed to slide under the down comforter on the bed and fell happily back asleep. When morning came, Rebecca awoke from the rays of sun that penetrated her blinds and sliced across her face with warmth. She sat slowly, taking in her surroundings and went to scratch a spot on the back of her neck behind the collar. That damned collar. Rebecca would never come to accept it, but she knew what cards she had. Life here was just an elaborate game of poker. The cards have been dealt, and she knew when to play her hand. The trick is to watch for people's tells. To find out when they're bluffing. To know when to raise the stakes, or...hopefully this wouldn't be Rebecca's case: when to fold. A sharp poke reminded the assassin she had slept on half a bed of jerky and retrieved the irritating object from her bra. She stood from the bed and undressed, leaving her jacket, bra, and underwear in a heap next to her bed. There was a bathroom adjacent to her bedroom and decided it would benefit her to shower if she were to gain Oki's favor. After grabbing her knife and heading into the bathroom, Rebecca turned on and tested the water. It wasn't near scalding, but it was hot nonetheless. She found some soaps to lather her hair and body that smelled of strawberries and cream. She took up her knife and cut a small, one inch line on her forearm by her elbow. That morning marked another month of being a slave. She already had a collection of 27 marks prior. The blood ran for a few moments then eventually ceased. It wasn't a deep gash, but one cut just right to leave a hairline scar. When finished, she wrapped herself in a large maroon towel and stepped into the bitter coldness of her room. Not that her room was chilly, simply that the bathroom air had been far warmer than the bedroom. Rebecca checked the drawers for something to wear, and found some of the garments she had picked out whilst shopping with Oki. She put on a vibrant halter top and black shorts then replaced her leather jacket on top. More than anything, her jacket was an object of comfort, rather than necessity or style. OOC:
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 11:53 am
Vlad was definitely caught off guard when he was jerked down and kissed on the forehead. He wasnt used to things like this, it wasnt that he didnt like it it was just that it made him dizzy and shake for whatever reason. When she let him go and left it was all he could do to not collapse onto the floor. He gingerly sat down on the cot and thought. Eventually he feel asleep but without the nightmares for the first time in a long time. When he woke up his demeanor had changed, he was still rude and abrasive but he knew above all else that he would at least serve Oki, she showed she was strong enough.
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Posted: Tue Nov 06, 2012 1:58 pm
Oki had spent the rest of her day working in her office, only leaving to prepare meals or to take small surveying walks around the home. She would not do more than look in on her servants. She wondered how June was settling in. As always she slept where she fell. Before the sun rose, Oki would take her run of the island, feed and play with Felicity. Returning home she showered, dressed in a simple sleeveless white silk shirt and knee length black skirt and headed to the kitchen. It would not take long for the smell of eggs, bacon and pancakes to begin floating through the entire building. She wondered who would show up first. She had bets on Rebecca, but perhaps June would be there first. Nuns woke up early didn't they? Oki wasn't sure.
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