A Fallen Prince... A Furious Summoner... Welcome Prince Jaq to the world of Slavery
Enter the Commons... His eyes narrowed at this. A deep set growl vibrated from his throat. What they considered my race.... Jaq had fallen so low and hard. Why did they decide to categorize my race so low?Jaq shook his head as he walked passed a few doors surrounded by guards. They claim him common yet they had him bound and chained with heavy armed guards just to walk to a room. “Okay Jack get in and behave until you get a owner.” With an heave, he was placed in a room. His name was mispronounced at that. Then again, this was the mortal world where they tear up their own languages. Jaq guessed his name was pronounced as such to them. The dark haired male felt the weight at his neck when he tried to summon a being to set the room asunder. His system took a blow as the creature rebounded in his system and disappeared into his domain. He leaned against the wall briefly. The prince never had a problem with bringing forth any being since his childhood. Of course, his tempt had his form shaken as he had to take the great one's energy and then the heat radiating inside his body. Fury had yet to describe what lied in his form. He clenched his teeth holding back the urge to summon another great being. Jaq knew better now. He may as well be a human.A human at this moment and an easy target... His fist tightened at the thought of being a mere mortal that abused so much in life. This was a even greater insult to every fiber of his person.
Jaq moved hearing the rattle of his chain once more. His uncle knew how to hit hard. A very wise blow indeed. A clever plan to get rid of him in short notice. Jaq punched the wall damaging his hand while leaving a dent in the wall. He flexed it timing the slow healing. Jaq's eyes of black and crimson closed briefly before knocking the next item of the room onto the floor. In his mind a plan grew out into a tree, Jaq didn't want a master, mistress, or owner. He was not suppose to be such. The summoner would be so difficult to those who come near him the Hotel owners would need to kick him out or something. He would be free to save his lands and people.Revenge for my father. My people need me...Jaq broke a few more items across the room happily creating such a loud ruckus. He was sure none would come near.
Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2013 2:21 pm
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I like joy; I want to be joyous. I want to smile and I want to make people laugh. And that`s all I want. I like being happy. I want to make others happy.
x x x Humming cheerfully to herself as the driver pulled up in the parking lot, Cythoe waved him off when he started to get out to open her door. "Just wait here, if I'm going to be longer than an hour I'll text you," she told him, sliding out of the car and stretching. It was a limo, not quite a stretch, but larger than an average car to give her more room, she hated to be cramped. As for the driver, he just nodded and shut his door again. It had taken a month to teach the mistress how to get the hang of a cell phone and even then, they only had her text. Talking - god forbid someone call while she was on the phone, she'd probably break it in a panic. Technology and Cythoe did not get on well, though she rather enjoyed playing with it nonetheless. Still, the servants who worked in her mansion - having their own house on the estate for them and their families - put up with her quirks. The pay was good and the fae was usually in a cheerful mood, hardly a bad boss.
The fae smiled at the receptionist who greeted her as she walked through the door. Though it was the first time she was purchasing a slave, she was aware of the procedures and took the clipboard with a smile and a nod. Dropping into a seat, the fae scribbled down her answers to the form in an elegant, if slightly-illegible script, before returning it. Her vague answers left the woman a bit puzzled as she entered it all into the system, wondering how many matches she was going to come across for. As she feared, there were quite a few, but Cythoe took the stack of papers with a smile. "Oh, don't worry about it! I'll start here, then," she decided thoughtfully, a bellboy gesturing for her to follow him. Striding after him, the fae flipped through the papers curiously, noting she was heading to the Commons wing of the hotel. Hmm, she was looking for something a bit more exotic, but it wouldn't hurt to give a try, she reasoned, always up for new things.
Taken to the wing, Cythoe was met by a guard who glanced at the paper she showed him before beginning to head down the hall. Her curiosity was piqued, however, when she heard the noises of things being broken and several guards hurrying down the hall. "My lady, you really shouldn't - ""Oh, don't be a fuddy-duddy, I'm perfectly fine," Cythoe replied, interrupting his worried warning as she sashayed down the hall towards the commotion. Three guards were attempting to drag a tall, dark-haired man from the room to bring down into the basement for causing trouble, but she clicked her tongue and shook her head as they paused to look at her. "No, no, I want to speak with him. You can take him away once I'm done," Cythoe said imperiously, giving them a dismissive little wave of her hand. They were torn between following the rules and allowing a customer to do as she pleased and settled for erring on the side that wouldn't annoy a powerful fae. "Just be careful, my lady," one the guards warned her. She just waved them off, walking into the room and shutting the door behind her. It was hardly as if she was in danger from him, especially with that collar on.
Speaking of which....she peered at, taking note of the material, colors and charms. She was looking for a few specific ones, admittedly, and was pleased to see he had them. "My name is Cythoe, what's yours?" she asked with a smile, looking up at him and depositing the papers on a nearby table for now. Looking around curiously, the fae made a face. "Well, this room was nice until you went and made such a mess. Are you always so uncivilized or are you just acting out because you're here?" she continued, looking back at him with a smile and an expression in her eyes that made it obvious she wasn't as silly as she acted.
A Fallen Prince... A Furious Summoner... Welcome Prince Jaq to the world of Slavery
His little plan seemed to work as the footsteps passed without daring to walk in. Jaq greatly pleased at this. The more noise he unearthed in the room the less he gained attention from those he did not want. The summoners room seemed to be hit by a few twisters. The fabric was actually ripped and torn all over the ground. For such a prideful prince, he went so low as an angry child. He was annoyed with himself for this.How low I've fallen.He sighed lowing his head as he rested before continuing on.
“So far so good...” His eyes caught shadows underneath the door frame. A few of them at that.Well, it worked with masters or mistress, the guards seemed to be quite the opposite. If only he had some metal pieces from the destruction of his room, he would have weapon. Alas he only had a bed that suffered much damage but the frame wasn't near what he need for stick. They opened the door. Click-as the door opened as did another notion in his mind. If he were taken, none would see him in the below areas. A minor smile rose as the mob of guard entered the room. How long would it be down there if he beat them up? Jaq was about to find out as the lunged at him. Jaq was a prince of course and trained in the old ones fighting ways. The old ones being the first of all the races. What they looked like or what they were is a mystery, however the Summoners kept their ways and their habits. He took their gift of fight onto the guards. He would lose this much was certain because of the amount of enemies and their weapons. He wasn't looking to win at that. Jaq felt some hands before shoving them off. He crouched slipping low before using an upper cut. The orbs of black and blood locked on to the motions of his enemies. Jaq growled as he left them with a few bruises and some with black eyes. They didn't have his unique eyes, but they were matching color wise. His stomach was hit. He laughed. His system was like a human however he was not.
Jaq eased slightly pretending to be weak and started to allow them to take him slightly struggling to make it seem real. As he was about to leave the room with the trio, he heard the clicking of a ...elf with hair that matched his blood red eyes. Jaq never seen her, never summoned her which meant she was like the humans who tried to take over others. A mistress...A Magnus of his world... Jaq growled at this as he never known this to happen. The prince felt the arms about him to relax leaving the room while she closed the door behind them for them to talk. Jaq stretched his limbs disregarding his heritage that told him to respect all supernatural beings. They had customs that just flew out the door as she walked in calmly. His eyes locked onto hers, “What does a Dryadalis, child of the Nature, care for what I have done to such materials created from her great will to imprison many more of her children?” Jaq was keeping himself calm and tried not to lash out as she was still one of their Magnus
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My apologies for the delay. Had to tend to a few birthdays this week. Dryadalis=Elf Magus= great one
Posted: Fri Aug 02, 2013 7:45 pm
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I like joy; I want to be joyous. I want to smile and I want to make people laugh. And that`s all I want. I like being happy. I want to make others happy.
x x x Chuckling, Cythoe sashayed over to one of the chairs and gracefully flopped down into her. She crossed one leg over the other, heedless of the slit in her skirt going up her thigh, and rested her elbows on the arms of the chair, her fingers lacing together on her raised knee. She looked at him appraisingly, but it wasn't the look one would give merchandise. Rather, it was with a curious expression of one creature appraising another, sizing him up as it were. The smile never left her face, a habitual expression on the fae unless something was terribly wrong. "Oh, my my my," she remarked with a laugh. "Oh, it's been so long since anyone as called me a true name like that. You're making me feel old," Cythoe continued truthfully. Most called her fae, or sidhe or elf, but never the true names of the Old Ones. Her smile lingered, but it changed to a more thoughtful one. This wasn't something she had expected at all, coming to this place, and was a pleasant surprise.
"It's rather rude to ignore a question," she said in amusement, though she hardly sounded annoyed at all by it. It took quite a lot to annoy the female sitting there, watching the tall male with a calm expression few would have when facing one so angry. "But to answer yours, since I'm in a generous mood, it isn't that I have a care for these material goods in particular. But I find that the longer one lives, the more you should appreciate the finer things around you - they slip away so easily, after all." Her fingers moved to pluck at the fabric of the armrest and she sounded almost melancholy for a moment as she thought. "Besides, it's hardly a good first impression and if you want to get out of a place like this, my dear, impressions are everything," Cythoe added with a firm nod, as if agreeing with herself on a particularly-good point. She was still all smiles, her fingers returning to fold together on her lap, her green eyes resting on him with what was almost a stare, but was too distant to be called such. The Dryadalis was far too old to really have a care to the slave trade, it had been around for so long and this form was much more respectable than ones she had seen before in her life. That wasn't to say she was unaware of the cruelty of some masters, but she was no charity worker and those in life had to deal with the hand they were dealt. The female had a large heart and shielded herself with pragmatism, otherwise she would end up buying everyone in this place and setting those free that could survive on their own.
She was all-too aware that there were many who would not be able to anymore.
Her heel tapped against her calf as her bright green eyes flitted around the room, taking in the luxury with what was almost an approving manner. "Besides, I have seen conditions far worse than these, you should be relatively relieved." The words held no hint of chiding, of telling him to be grateful. Cythoe was simply stating a fact and then dismissing it, waving it away with a flick of her fingers as she brushed hair off of her cheek. "Now, you seem intelligent, which means you are aware of why I'm here. Well, my overall purpose, though my intentions are certainly not similar to what you perhaps think of me." No doubt he thought her a horrible creature, coming to buy one of the supernatural beings her. For her amusement? Well, perhaps, but she hardly wanted someone to sing and dance for her. Although it would be entertaining if he did. "For personal reasons of my own which do not impact you in the slightest, I've decided to remain at my estate for the time being," Cythoe continued. "It's been a while since I've really needed any company, but having it all to myself for so long is growing dull. So I thought here would be a wonderful place to find someone to suit my needs. And I'm sure you'd like to be out of here," she added with a mischievous smile.
A Fallen Prince... A Furious Summoner... Welcome Prince Jaq to the world of Slavery
Jaq watched her elegant motions to the chair. The Magus' movements though they attempted to travel as humans still retained a regal like motion unearthly to humans as they did not realize how they were more of the earths motions than the idiot children that came after. Even as the summoner held his anger in his expression, the male still was in awe in front of the Dryadalis. "Of course, you will not hear your true name as humans have wiped it from existence except my people who hold all the customs of each Magus." Jaq informed low. "You make yourself feel so. I force nothing on you." Jaq added as it was a minor crime to make the Magus feel low and out to date as some humans have made them thus. That left a bitter taste in his mouth as he was taught never to do this to one of the great ones. He, however, was not going to be a slave.
"As for your question Dryadalis Cythoe, it was simply answered back with another question. " He turned side ways glaring at the door. The guards were still there wondering if he was going to attack the Dryadalis. If it were a human, he might have -- It was against the Summoners laws to harm a Magus in any form or fashion. This was why Jaq was being careful because, though he was not among his people nor did it matter here in this place, he still honored that law as he was the one whom was to enforce it or would have. As he stood side ways with his chest towards her still respecting his ways and not turning his back towards her. "You do not need to lecture me on matters of appreciation or gratitude," he began as it hit him hard getting this as his people built and given so much to the Magus for coming to their abilities, aiding them, being with them after being so cruelly for what they have given the races, and even having simple conversations out of the Magus' times.To be lecture on this matter by a Magus... Jaq kept his composure at that moment as he felt like he was being whipped.Even if she wasn't trying to... the mere hint had been such a low blow. The prince continued, "I understand that others have gone through much especially the Magus. That some have so little like that of food or clothing. I greatly understand however," Flashes of his people most likely suffering this and being treated so cruelly by his uncle. Were they being attack by those they respected so much... "my needs for finer things are beneath me. I need none in these times. Others however are in need of this." In fact, he should be getting the same beating as the rest of his people instead of this torture from lack of knowledge to their well being. "Also the first impression came from a paper that lead you to my door because of my traits. And, if impressions were everything as you say how is it you sit here in my room if it did not attract you?" He was clench his fist as he was being rude to a Dryadalis. It killed him to do this. Having to treat the Dryadalis like this, he wished for a beating as the Magus done so much for his world and his people alone. His eyes narrowed at that.
He listened to her words that hit him like shards of glass."Would you not prefer something of nature like the Fera?" He took a quick breath at that moment.Indeed he wanted out. It was a great wish though it was a gift that would never come as those wishes were a lot different then those she intended. As such he was also not allowed to turn her down. She was a Magus. He along with his people were their right hands friends their to aid whenever needed. This is why they were given the gifts of summoning for all their love and affection. He was so torn at this point with all the customs he grew to love and respect that he broke and wishing to tell her no. "That would be solely up to you Dryadalis Cythoe. What I want is something I will not be able to have now that I have this." He lightly touched the collar. "The real question is do you want to deal with a chain. "
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Fera= animal (Wild to be exact)
Posted: Sat Aug 03, 2013 11:27 am
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I like joy; I want to be joyous. I want to smile and I want to make people laugh. And that`s all I want. I like being happy. I want to make others happy.
x x x And he still avoided giving her his name. Well, she could understand that. A name held power and there was no reason for him to give her anymore power over him. It wasn't as if he held her true name to his heart either - Cythoe was an old name, but it was one she'd adopted to herself, rather than been given when she was born. Her eyebrows rose at his rudeness and she chuckled a bit, hardly offended. Tapping her heel against her calf again, the female looked at him with a piercing gaze that seemed as if she were sizing him up for something. Whether she found him lacking or not was known only to her. "Oh no, no no no." Shaking her head, Cythoe smiled and looked amused at the idea. "The Fera are all well and good, but they can only provide so much amusement before it becomes more like a pet than anything. I wish for a companion, not a pet - if I wanted one of those, I'd go get a dog," the fae remarked, with a dismissive of her hand. Eyeing his collar, she hummed a bit, appearing thoughtful. A chain held little but curiosity for her, as she was hardly worried about her safety. Even if he hadn't been what he was, she was simply not intimidated by the implications of the chair around his neck. It held a bit of a challenge, but not that of control. It wasn't control that the female wanted, after all.
No, this one seemed like what she was looking for. He had a will of his own, brains. A strength that was not going to be easily broken. Good, she didn't like damaged things, unlike some of her fellow elders. "What is around your neck matters little to me," she informed him. "After all, another could wear the same collar as you, but they are not you. The collar, the charms...those are just to guide those looking. But there are special things about each being that could hardly be so easily categorized and those are what I am looking for." Cythoe was fairly certain as to what he was now, a gleam in her eyes. Oh, this would much more fun than she had expected when she had decided to this place. More than pleased, she got to her feet and made a slow circle around him, her hands clasped behind her back as she hummed. It was an old song, the words lost to but a few, but she rather like the tune. It helped her to think. "If I do not have your name, I'll have to make up one for you," Cythose mused. "Or you could give me a false one, I suppose. A name taken by force means little but violence, so the choice is yours. I simply need simply to address you as other than 'hey you'." Her nose wrinkled at using such a crude human phrase of address, and it looked almost comical on her inhuman features, such a expression. But she was an expressive person - at least, expressing what she didn't mind others seeing.
After a few walks around him, she nodded. "Well, I'm hardly going to make you go with me. That isn't my intention and it defeats the purpose of my visit," Cythoe told, coming to a stop in front of him and looked up at him with a smile. "I want someone who is going to stay with me willingly, not go running off the first chance they get. Of course, you can still attend to personal business. Leaving here, you will not be a slave and that horrid thing will come," she assured, reaching up and fingering the collar, frowning a the cold iron. Flinching away from it, she shook her hand to soothe the pain from the burning sensation, her fingertips bright red where she had touched it. "Iron, nasty things. I do hope they don't have any fae here, but it's doubtful," she mused to herself, more to reassure herself than anything. Looking from her hand back to Jaq, her expression smoothed out to a pleasant one once again. "Well, what of it? Are you going to come home with me, or need I go try to find another one so suited to me?" Cythoe asked, leaving the choice up to him.
A Fallen Prince... A Furious Summoner... Welcome Prince Jaq to the world of Slavery
Jaq shrugged, “A Fera would still fill this home you speak of though.” Jaq was seeing that she was not leaving and made up her mind being amused by his antics. What could I expect from a Dryadalis... With her wisdom and her age, it was expected that she was so amused by what he did. Jaq was not going to win at all at this. His eye rose. “If that did not matter why are you shopping for a being in this place instead of the streets?” He inquired still trying to get rid of her. He felt like a human for this. He nodded at this, “Yes. Indeed. This is very much true. As the Pardis patterns are one of a kind and that of the snowflake or a raindrop...all unique as each cell and energy...” He muttered low not caring if she heard him. He didn't flinch nor did he turn as he knew she was sizing him up. Magus' had done this when they were in the temples – Grading the form they were to escape from and how much damage would be done if they were to come from a summoner. The song made him turn his head slightly as she hummed it. The Dryadalis' had sang it when they were alone or unaware of his people being about. Jaq was one of the ones whom ended up passing by and catching a line here and there. He bit his tongue wondering if she could sing it to him. Jaq narrowed his eyes to this. “You will make one up, but that hardly mean I will answer to it.” He informed her. “A false one would amount to the same thing.” He sighed. The human phrase made him rolled his eyes at it as she made her expression. He was happy that she actually had the same distaste for it as must as he did. The Dryadalis was normal to him unlike humans. It was sad that he was mostly of their features aside from his eyes. Her were more natural seeming like they were actually created from nature as the Fera and the rest of the Magus. He made not motion to laugh as most probably had done.
He debated about giving his name as she went on, “If you pay them and they stick a leash on me...” He growled at the thought being as lowly as a dog even as the Fera were needing to be respected more. “If I don't comply I end up being hog tied and probably tossed in your trunk. If you have a car that is...” The metal contraction were another annoying thing. If they would just to use Epuus the world would be just as his home was...is is...He thought to himself hoping his people were somehow in decent shape. It was a longing that he prayed for. They were probably wounded and having the what they were allow to summon heal them. He didn't pay attention to her as he tried to imagination what was being done to them. His orbs of black and red stared into space before green within the prison had brought him back. “I am Prince Jaq of the Kaden Clan. “ He finally announced highly proud of the title though it meant nothing in this world at the moment. He was probably labeled as a lost race leader or not even mention as a royal if it wasn't for the charm on his neck. “Does your paper not state this or did you want me to tell you for impression sake...“ He asked eying the desk where others were listed. “If you want to have someone stay with you it is a form of make as you have them fall for traits you do without thinking.”
Jaq rolled his eyes. He was still going to be a slave he was sure. Her words were tainted by the human world and thus made him unsure. He jerked back as she touched the harmful item. “Are you insane!” He yelled reaching for her hand as she rubbed it. “You should know better!” He growled. It was a natural reaction as his people were to help them and to insure they were never harmed or forgotten. He swore as he looked at the flesh rather harshly.Jaq gripped it looking it over. He grimaced as his true nature rose once more. With that he released her, stepping back from her clenching his fingers into a fist. He composed himself before growling, “They have many Magus' here.” He sensed that much. When he first walked in, that's what he felt. He even leaned into the walls trying to communicate with the Magus near. That was another reason his room was trashed. At that moment the guards came in hearing his voice loud as ever and even seeing his fist ready to slam the mistress' face. He glance at them before finding himself on the floor. He glared at them fiercely, “I have not done anything to the a Magus you vile beings!” He yelled before eying her from the floor knowing the only way out of this. “If you believe you need me, I'm yours.” She was the only mistress to come in and even suggested anything about personal business – A one time offer. Jaq knocked his head into one guard annoyed for the line he uttered regardless of her being a Magus. Jaq struggled with them as he did before. He kneed one as he waited to hear if she wanted him or not. The prince bloodied another nose before biting another.
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Pardis=panther/leopard Epuus= horse
Posted: Sat Aug 03, 2013 10:02 pm
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I like joy; I want to be joyous. I want to smile and I want to make people laugh. And that`s all I want. I like being happy. I want to make others happy.
x x x Insane. What a word to use about one so old. Perhaps she was, not to realize that it was iron so close to her fingers. In truth, Cythoe hadn't read the paper much at all, simply skimming around it. She preferred to gather information from the source, and be able to tell if they were lying or not, rather than blindly believe whatever information they had extracted from him here. It was also a test, to see how much he would trust her. She was pleased to learn his true name, but the information that there were Magus' here displeased her greatly. For a moment Cythoe debated on simply buying them all and freeing them - she certainly didn't lack for money, after all. But she was distracted when the guards rushed in, thinking he had harmed her, and began to brawl with him on the floor. The Dryadalis surveyed the scene coolly for a few minutes, making her decision after another. He was royalty, that explained quite a few things about him. Any summoner here would be chafing, a prince certainly. "Enough!" she snapped, making the guards freeze in their attempts to subdue him. "He did nothing to me, get off him before I report you for abusing a slave!" The fae was quite annoyed at this point, she hated violence with a passion and had no desire to see it in front of her eyes. The blood was already making her stomach flip and she let out a slow breath as the men got to their feet, making their apologies and slinking from the room. Her foot tapped until they were gone and she turned back to Jaq, frowning, though it wasn't directed at him.
Arms crossed, Cythoe let out another breath. "I do have need of you, Jaq," she finally told him, waiting a few minutes to allow him to compose himself. Having a Dryadalis as old as Cythoe say his name was like a caress, a cool breeze across his soul. It was obvious to him, if he paid attention, that there was no ill will in the female, nor did she plan to harm him. She was also able to pronounce his name correctly, the accent rolling off her tongue easily. "If anything, life certainly won't be boring with you around. Now, if you'll follow me, we'll go finish up this nasty business and then I'll get that collar taken off. I won't allow them to put a leash on you." Her driver would do it, since she didn't have gloves, and she knew Jaq couldn't do it himself. There would be no point in having him wear it to start with if he could simply remove it at will. More than pleased with how this expedition had ended, a smile crossed her face as she looked up at him. "Come along, now, the sooner we're out of this place, the better." The female gestured for him to follow her, clearly expecting to be obeyed if only because he would want to leave as well, and headed for the door. She scooped up the stack of papers and shoved them into a guard's hand as she strode from the room. It was obvious the prince was coming with her and the man led the pair down the hall to where a bellboy waited to escort them back to the lobby. The offer, and then the suggestion, of a leash by the guard was met with scorn. It would almost be insulting, if he understood what he was implying. That she was so weak to need their human bindings. Oh no, Cythoe was silly and good-natured, but not weak.
Once she paid for him, a brisk exchange of money, she looked up at him over her shoulder and smiled. "There, all done. Let's get out of here," she suggested, striding from the lobby and letting out a relieved sigh once they were out in the fresh air. Her car had been moved up front and she nodded in satisfaction as the driver got out. He was a short man of middling years, and his face was impassive as his mistress walked up with someone behind her. "Get this thing off of him, please, Joseph," Cythoe requested, waving in disgust at the collar she couldn't touch. Her fingertips were still red, iron left a mark that lingered for days sometimes, and was one of the few things that could scar her. The man nodded and walked over to Jaq, reaching up to undo the chain. "Now, do you want to go into the city and get some things?" she asked him, as Joseph undid the chain and pocketed it to dispose of later. He opened the door for them before going over to his side and sliding inside. "Or would you rather go straight home? I don't care either way, the choice is yours," she continued cheerfully, her happy nature quickly returning now that she was out of that place and had someone new to talk to.
A Fallen Prince... A Furious Summoner... Welcome Prince Jaq to the world of Slavery
The prince was kicking and tossing about. At least, he wasn't going down without a fight. If he went to the basement they were going to be bloody for it. They gotten his hands, but that still left his legs.Jaq put the length to good use at that kicking one as he rolled onto his back. His hands were bound by...plastic? Jaq rolled his eyes before hearing the Magus's words that stopped them in their tracks as the gripped him once more. He merely glanced at her. “Oh. They have rights for slaves here..” He muttered low. Surely it was a jest with the way they power bound, but what did he know. Jaq stared up at her from the flat of his back. His only outfit he had and the only one of his home had been tainted by blood causing the brilliant white to become slightly pink with hints of red where the guards nose bleed landed. Yes his princely robe something he wished to perverse. Call him a child for his face twisted at that moment, his aggressive nature came forth slamming into the guard wall nearly knocking him out. If it weren't for the eyes of Dryadalis and how she reacted, he wouldn't have stopped for that guard.Maybe his uncle had rubbed off on him more so than he believed as he stood facing the Cythoe calmly.
Jaq felt his hand unbind as they feared Cythoe's wrath. It was understandable. Why piss off someone who pays top dollar to get rid of a nuisance...Like his uncle had. Jaq heard her take a breath as they left. He hadn't bothered taking the dust odd. He would find a way to fix this. He was stubborn enough to do so. Jaq nodded to her though he still did not like leaving with her as a slave. The prince was eager to leave though. Jaq smirked slightly feeling a bit of silk fall on form. It was something summoners felt when an Magus had been giving them a gift. It had so many forms, it was anything from a simple kind word or to a eye gesture. Hearing his name pronouced in the old ways instead of hearing the human word Jack like everyone around here. “It is nice to hear my birth name...” He added clamly to himself. He followed her as the bound was announced. She needed him which meant the summoner was at her command. He would help her like his people were born to. However, he might escape and come back to this Magus. As he passed a guard his fist knocked right into his jaw. “That's for wasting your life force on my jacket asinæ.” He muttered rather annoyed how childish he had become. He knew it was wrong to attack him.
After watching her buy him and passed over the money, he nodded following her out. He towered over Joseph and wondered how he was to take something off of someone taller. He stooped slightly allowing this Joseph to remove the bonds that he could not. He tried several times only hurting his neck in the possess. Jaq rubbed the hidden flesh that was scuffed and redden by chain. He routed his neck feeling the movement that he could not access for so long. “What would I get in the mortal shops?” He inquired. He'd been imprisoned in a hotel without being around nature or water in so long. “I rather walk into the wannabe means of keeping nature.” He muttered speaking of the parks. He couldn't stand it. He came from nothing, but trees and rivers. If she did take him to the park he could summon a magus. Would she allow this however was the question. He was still rubbing his neck in his thoughts.
Color Me Fubar
No that's fine. Hope I didn't over do it with Jaq aggression in the post. asinæ= arse
Posted: Sun Aug 04, 2013 6:25 pm
Zara_The_Huntress
Charity yawned and politely covered her mouth as she exited the fancy car she had rented. She knew that she really shouldn’t be driving while she was so tired, but she didn’t know how long this process would take, and she hadn’t wanted to wait around for a chauffeur to be available. She had no longer had a permanent personal chauffeur of her own – she had dismissed him after her parent’s deaths, it wasn’t like she really went anywhere anymore – and the company he now worked for (whom she hired him from when she needed him) was mostly based in France. Besides, she wasn’t sure she trusted anyone other than him to drive for her. She supposed she was just lucky that she knew how to drive. Sighing to herself, she closed the car door and clicked the lock. As she stared up at the gigantic mansion-like hotel in front of her, she wondered if it would be worth it to have come all this way for a slave. Of course, she would be guaranteed that whomever she bought would be in good condition, something that couldn’t necessarily be said for all shops, but there were similar shops in France, closer to home. Mind you, those shops didn’t have the excellent reputation that the Hôtel des Esclaves did.
She wished she could have slept on the plane – it would have been a good idea and she would have been able to arrive rested – but she had been lucky (or was it unlucky?) enough to be sitting near someone who had been afraid of flying and who had happened to fall asleep. She could have ignored it and just slept herself, but she could feel his terror even through his nightmares, and how could she possibly leave him alone with that? And while she had been happy to see the mystery man finally sleeping peacefully, she had found herself unable to sleep at all. She didn’t know whether it was because she had wanted to make sure that the male wouldn’t have any more nightmares, or if it was because of the wealth of emotions on the flight, but whatever it was, it had resulted in her being unable to sleep now. She was glad that her flight back was tomorrow and that she would be allowed to stay a night here, although she hoped she got along with whoever else might be rooming in the bungalow at the time.
Clutching the strap of her handbag in one hand, and smoothing the folds of her dress out with the other, Charity walked up to the door of the hotel and stepped inside. As she glanced around at the extravagant interior, a form of comfort settled into her eyes. While it was true that the place was very imposing, it certainly wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before. Take out the desk and it could have been the entrance hall to a fancy manor. Smiling lightly at the secretary behind the front desk as she walked up, she opened her mouth in order to greet the woman. H..hello,” she started, her voice soft, ”I would like to purchase a slave.” For a split second, she subconsciously worried that she had been too quiet for the receptionist to hear, but to her surprise, he received a wide smile in return and was given a form. ””Just fill that out and we’ll be able to match you with any number of someone’s in our database.” The receptionist told her. Nodding and taking the pen that was offered as well – despite the fact that she had brought her own – Charity retreated to one of the chairs at the side of the room and sat down to fill out the paper.
After bringing it back to the receptionist, she stood nervously while the information she had written down was run through a computer. After what felt like a lifetime to the relatively young woman, she was handed a sheet of paper with a few room numbers on it. ””I’ll ring a bell boy for you,” the receptionist told her, ””Just show him the slip and he’ll take you where you need to go. Except for that last one, they’re all in the same block.”
Smiling brightly due to the cheerful energy surrounding her, Charity nodded her thanks and waited patiently for the bellhop. When the boy arrived, she greeted him gently, and followed him closely, scared of getting herself lost in this place. Just before he handed her off to a guard who would actually be assisting her, she was sure to give him a tip. She couldn’t explain why, but she had felt safer with the bellboy than with this guard. Perhaps it was because she knew that, given different circumstances, it could have been her behind one of these doors. Well, not these doors exactly. She was almost certain enough that dream-eaters were a very rare species.
With the guard leading her through the hallways, it seemed like they had almost reached the destination of the first name on her list when she heard a fierce growl from one of the doors next to her. Charity stopped short. While she was sure that most other people would have heard anger in the growl, and maybe been afraid of whomever had produced it, she felt more like the cause of it was annoyance – whether it was annoyance of the position the person found themself in, or annoyance at the way the hotel worked, or anything really, she didn’t know, but she found herself drawn to them. Glancing frantically around at the numbers surrounding her, she looked down to see if any of them were on her list. For a moment she thought not, but then she saw it: third one down. Turning, she stood in front of the door in question, the door that would lead her to a room containing a potential match, and made a split second decision. Maybe the occupant of this room would not be her perfect match, but she didn’t really care, not at the moment. She wasn’t really sure that a perfect match would be possible, but even if it was, she was willing to take her chances that this third person had just a chance of being perfect as the two above them on the list.
Looking up at the guard – who had walked ahead of her a bit – she cleared her throat as loud as she could. When the guard stopped and turned to look at her, she took a deep breath to puff up her chest and spoke. ”Sir, I would like to skip the first two rooms if you please. I am interested in this one.” The guard checked a clip-board he was carrying and raised an eyebrow at her. ”Are you sure? she was asked, ”The occupant of that room is a leather collar and –“
”Yes I am quite sure!” Charity interrupted, before pausing and frowning as his information sank in. ”I mean, no…. Yes! N-no. Yes. Yes, yes, yes, I am sure. Would you please?” she finished quickly, staring down at her feet by the end of it.
The guard chuckled. ”Go ahead,” he told her. Looking up and nodding to him, Charity turned back to the door and strode up to it. Raising a fist, she took another deep breath, this time to steady herself, and knocked softly. After waiting a couple moments to see if she got a response, she nervously entered – response or not. ”H-hello.” she greeted, gently closing the door behind her and standing just in front of it as though waiting to be invited in further. Silent, she looked around the room, noting the details and beautiful adornments, particularly the lovely chandelier. The look of the room was almost one that she would expect from a guest bedroom at the home of one of her parent’s friends, or even in her own manor, not something found in a slave shop. It seemed that the Hôtel des Esclaves certainly deserved its sterling reputation – from first glance at least.
Bringing her eyes down from the ceiling, she turned her attention to the young man who inhabited the room. He was rather close to the door, and with a small exclamation, she raised a hand to her heart and stumbled backwards and into the door. Sinking to her knees, she stared at the male with wide eyes, taking in his black hair, pale skin, and beautiful emerald eyes. Lowering her hand slowly until it rested in her lap, Charity bit her lip. ”I apologize, you startled me. I didn’t expect you to be so close.” she finally said. Tentatively, she extended the hand that had been sitting in her lap as a gesture of greeting, and, hopefully, friendship. ”I know you know nothing about me, but I don’t really know anything about you either. I supposed that introductions are the best way to start, yes?”
After pausing for a moment, Charity opened her mouth to introduce herself, only to stop short and pull her hand back, fiddling with the hem of her skirt. She was doing this right, right? Of course she was. This was just like meeting any other person, and Charity knew what her parent had taught her was polite. Extending her hand again, she smiled at the young man. ”I apologize. I’ve never done this before, so I’m rather unsure of myself. May we try those introductions again? My name is Charité de Sauveterre, but I understand that the French pronunciation might be a little difficult or annoying, so you are free to call me ‘Charity’ instead. May I request your name young sir?”
|{OOC: Wups, look who got a little carried away ^^;}|
xoxWe hide in the shadows that took all the light. I’m trying to see, but we are surrounded by the night.
Letting out a soft sigh, the girl picked her head up. She had been sitting on her bed with her legs pulled close to her chest and her cheek resting on top of her knees. She was wasting yet another day in this boring room. Alone with nothing but her thoughts that she couldn't really verbalize. Crawling to the edge of the bed she listened to the soft sounds of people walking past her door. There was a soft click click click as a woman in heels passed by. She probably stopped at one of the doors down the hall from hers. How long has it been since someone came into her room to take a look at her? Maybe a month? Thinking back on it, it was her fault for freaking out on the man who was 'interested' in her. It wouldn't have happened if the idiotic man would have known how to listen. How did he not understand that her throwing a cup at him was her way of saying get out? She didn’t want him to get closer to her. Looking down at her wrist she remembered how the men outside had come into the room to get the man out. Renee wasn’t dangerous… okay… that was a lie… it was more like she wasn’t that dangerous. It really just depended on the person she was interacting with. And if that person even took the time to try to understand what Renee was trying to tell them. She wasn’t a three year old. And Renee certainly wasn’t going to let anyone treat her as one. She was two hundred and twenty years old. Or something like that. Leaning back into her bed, Renee heard a small thump as her head hit the wall. “Out...” The woman whimpered to herself. Renee repeated the word a little louder and then a little louder the third time. She was so sick of sitting in the small room and just wanted to leave. She wanted to leave and not have to see this room ever again. Covering her face with her hands Renee let out another whimper. Leaning to her right, she let herself fall into the soft covers, curling up into a ball while she waited for the damn door to open. If it would open today… Renee moved her fingers, just enough so she could peek out of them. Her bright green eyes stayed on the door knob for a few moments before she made a small hmph sound.
