|At Your Service|Fantasy Slave/Master RP|Accepting!|

[yfish]

If I have not sent you a message, you have not done something you need to do.
Nice forms everyone.
I will begin the rp this coming morning, around 10 AM EST.

[yfish]

Sorry for the late response. My friend dragged me out to a Homecoming dance and a Halloween party.
Then tried to get me to kiss a guy before she found out I had never kissed anyone and 'my first kiss had to be special'. Yeah right.Like hers was. Or anyone's...?
Go ahead and post now!c:

Kori
╬Going to Auction House╬Streets╬
╬Ice╬16╬♀╬Single╬Straight╬

I stretched waking up to warm sunlight falling on my face. I turned over onto my side to look around my room. Today I was allowed to get another slave. I usually just free mine after spending the required month with them. Now I wanted a companion for life. Could I get that? I guess I would see. I swung my legs over the side of the four-post queen and slid out from the covers. I stood up stretching my entire body, holding my arms above my head. Putting my arms down, my hair started to swing back and forth. I started walking forward, letting my long and sleek black hair continue it's swaying motion. At the mirror I opened a drawer and took out a pair of skinny jeans. It was that crisp fall time when a small cold front comes through and leaves everything slightly chilled. In other words, when the weather is just beautiful and it is a great time to read. I walked over to my closet and took out a dark blue sheer scarf, denim jacket,crop tee, and a pale blue camisole. I went to the bathroom and took a quick shower, before brushing my hair and slipping in to my clothes. I grabbed my keys off a hook along with my plain black backpack. I walked out to the front of my parent’s house before hopping on to my dark blue motorcycle. I pulled my black helmet out of my backpack and clipped it over my head. I slipped the key in quickly and started to speed off towards to Auction house, my long black braid following behind me.

Willa
☁Waking up☁Auction House☁
☁Telekinesis☁15☁♀☁Single☁?☁

I stayed staring at the black metal bars of my tiny cage as the 7 'o'clock bell rang. The auction house was open now. Would today be my day? Doubt it. The cold air nipped at my thin skin, chilling me to my bones. My amber eyes flickered around the small cage. It was only a cubic meter so it was quite small. I was on the second shelf but none were by my sides or below. The second level is the least filled level. Top level has a good amount but is cleared out completely almost everyday. The lower levels are filled with the weak, violent, and insubordinate. I am in between. I am weak but not so weak I have no chance of being purchased. I listened to other slaves shifted in their cold cages. They were in the same position as me. Trapped in this life. We all wanted to leave it. At least most of us. I shifted slightly, my joints screaming with pain. I let out a stifled moan just loud enough for the slave across the hall to hear. He looked at me with a snicker before he spotted master come down the hall. They exchanged a few words before I watched the guard come over and open the cage door. The guard clamped the demon boy’s wrists with handcuffs and led the new master and slave away. Lucky him. I pressed my back against the iron hoping someone would see my golden hair and take interest in me.

[vav.]

((yay!! RP START!!

.lire. ♀.auction house.sybil(s).pan.

Lire woke up, tired, eyes opening quickly. Ever after weeks of being in the auction house, she was not used to the alarm that woke her up every morning. It left her jittery and scared every time it decided to awaken her.She shifted a bit, her small body had a lot of room-even in the small cage she was given. I was at the top level, able to see the people who would wander around, looking for a good slave before picking one and leaving. There almost always seemed to be one at any point in the day. Lire was one who stayed, a constant, powerful in mind but not body. She combed her hair with her fingers, wanting to look presentable and hopefully leave this place. Already, two masters have passed, not even glancing in her direction. She sighed, and just waited.

.michael. ♂.going to auction house.teleport(m).ace.biromantic.

Michael woke up, staying in bed, but wide awake. He stayed that way until he got up and stretched. He hasn't gotten a slave, as he's been putting it off for a while. His travels hasn't allowed him to keep a nice, stable slave for him to keep. He first got dressed, wearing a black muscle shirt with short jeans, and placed a black beanie on his head. He then teleported to his greenhouse, making sure to water each one before he walked outside, savoring the smell of the sea, which was misty, the small amounts of light dancing around in the suspended water droplets.

.saoirse. ♂.auction house.angel(s).gay.

Sao sat on the floor of the lowest level, being disobedient and weak, he was placed lowest of the low. He leaned his head back, closing his eyes and breathing out a deep sigh. No one ever comes down here, unless they were stupid or some activist, but they would never pick him. He looked too useless to be used as a poster slave he guessed.He simple let himself drown in the sounds of the slaves who scratched at their bars, or hissed because of their pained bodies. They were also weak, like him. He growled to himself. He hated being weak and unable to do anything.

[yfish]

Sorry for the late response. My friend dragged me out to a Homecoming dance and a Halloween party.
Then tried to get me to kiss a guy before she found out I had never kissed anyone and 'my first kiss had to be special'. Yeah right.Like hers was. Or anyone's...?
Go ahead and post now!c:

Kori
╬Going to Auction House╬Streets╬
╬Ice╬16╬♀╬Single╬Straight╬

I smiled as I pulled up to the auction house. Today had to be the day. Stepping off my motorcycle I fiddled with a bag of coins in my pocket. I entered the auction house with a smile on my face that was quickly stolen once my eyes caught sight of gaunt faces and sharp teeth. How did they live like this? Screeching sounds filled my ears piercing me to my heart. I stepped forward confidently holding my head high. My right arm embraced my heavy black helmet tightly. It was a good weapon if I ever needed it. I spotted a section of pink hair hanging out of a cage and peered in. Inside was a small pale girl with glasses. I watched her quietly, staying silent wondering if she would speak. I would speak soon if she chose not to.

Willa
☁Waking up☁Auction House☁
☁Telekinesis☁15☁♀☁Single☁?☁

I stayed staring at the black metal bars of my tiny cage as the 7 'o'clock bell rang. The auction house was open now. Would today be my day? Doubt it. The cold air nipped at my thin skin, chilling me to my bones. My amber eyes flickered around the small cage. It was only a cubic meter so it was quite small. I was on the second shelf but none were by my sides or below. The second level is the least filled level. Top level has a good amount but is cleared out completely almost everyday. The lower levels are filled with the weak, violent, and insubordinate. I am in between. I am weak but not so weak I have no chance of being purchased. I listened to other slaves shifted in their cold cages. They were in the same position as me. Trapped in this life. We all wanted to leave it. At least most of us. I shifted slightly, my joints screaming with pain. I let out a stifled moan just loud enough for the slave across the hall to hear. He looked at me with a snicker before he spotted master come down the hall. They exchanged a few words before I watched the guard come over and open the cage door. The guard clamped the demon boy’s wrists with handcuffs and led the new master and slave away. Lucky him. I pressed my back against the iron hoping someone would see my golden hair and take interest in me.

[daices.]

Excalibur~~~
Vampire Master~~~
Excalibur paced around the empty house, feeling the damp, cold air blowing through but not sensing the chill. Making sure all the shutters were squeezed tight, Excalibur looked around in the gloom, eye glowing just a bit, surveying the scene in front of her. Contrary to most belief, no, Excalibur did not sleep in a coffin. How uncomfortable was that? Having to be stuffed into a wood box for ten hours was something Excalibur certainly didn't want to endure. No; she was eyeing the layout on the bed. In this case, the layout was a long, thick cloak, a silver mask, long black pants with silver linings, thick black, knee high boots with silver laces, as well as a thick jacket. Sighing and beginning to put on the thick gear, Alexandra cast a narrowed glance at one of the few holes drilled into the shutters, letting a tiny spot of light in. Estimating that it was about six thirty in the morning, Excalibur fought off a ferocious yawn before shrugging on the cloak and fastening her mask. Pushing open the grand, dark mahogany doors, Excalibur stepped out into the weak light of the morning, still wincing because of what Excalibur had been taught to expect. Feeling no pain but feeling an uncomfortable warm sensation prickling along her skin, Excalibur made haste for her destination; the auction house.

Once there, Excalibur slid into the shade of the building, the long shadow provided by the grand place relieving Excalibur of some of her stress and strange warmth. Cautiously lifting a hand, Excalibur was pleased to see that it was still the pale tone that it had been a few hours before, no sign of any burns. Excalibur then waited, waited for the auctions to start, waited for a suitable person to show up. Checking to make sure she hadn't dropped her money pouch, Excalibur made sure none of her skin hit the sunlight, which was still slightly too close for comfort. Once the clock chimed seven, Excalibur slid through the doors, immediately met with a cacophany of despair. Remaining composed and poised, Excalibur waited at the door, but was only met with cold, disturbed glances because of the clothes she wore. Biting back the urge to bare her fangs, Excalibur took off her cloak, jacket, and mask, folding them neatly, before narrowing her brilliant blue eyes and holding up the coin purse; she was quickly ushered along the cages.

[vav.]

.lire. ♀.auction house.sybil(s).pan.

Looking at the end of the corridor, she heard the footsteps of a Master, at least she thought it was. She leaned back, seemingly not surprised. That changed quickly as the girl stopped in front of her peering. The light-skinned girl had a cold presence, but a warm aura. A black braid was slipping off to the side. Her blue eyes seemingly froze me to the spot. "yes?" she whispered, speaking out of turn.

.michael. ♂.going to auction house.teleport(m).ace.biromantic.

-inactive at the moment-

.saoirse. ♂.auction house.angel(s).gay.

-inactive at the moment-

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[maximum entropy]

Ƶαιяα Ѧαяια Ƭяιcκƨтɛя

About Eighteen;;Female;;Telekinetic
Where;;The auction house
Speaking To;;No one
Form;; X

I shivered slightly. I had never had the greatest resistance to cold, so I was chilled to the bone, and didn't want to talk to anyone. Not that anyone would talk to the raven black haired girl that was curled up in a minuscule ball in a corner, that felt miserable about her own life. I sighed, almost hitting myself upside the head and telling myself to go ahead and think of something else, something better and maybe cheer myself up a bit. Yeah, right. Cheerful. Well, I could think of the time before they bloody abandoned me. Not letting tears fall out of my eyes when I remembered the time that they left me, I forced myself to think about the happy times we had together, even the simplest things, such as eating together at our oak dining table. I smiled a bit, thinking of how when I was a lot younger, we'd play tag, and they would always run very slowly after me, and let me tag them. I felt a little better, so I decided to place my head on my knees, instead of behind them to look outside of the small area I was in. I sighed again and looked around, wondering when someone would walk by my area (Oh, it helped so much to think of them that way, rather than cages) and if they'd pass by me or look at me. Probably the first option, because I was not much to look at. Just a young girl with dark colored hair. I flicked a strand out of my face and looked down at my wrist, seeing a small piece of string attached there. Fortunately, it was a slip-knot, so it came undone easily, so I quickly knotted my hair into a braid, attaching it with the string at the bottom. I place then my arms again around my knees and looked around my area and the small bit of hallway I could see again.

[Morningstar0808]

LILY MOON
~ Female
~ 16 Years Old
~ White Fox Neko
~ Single
~ Sitting in the auction house

Lily sat by herself in the auction house, curled up with her knees tucked up against her chest. Peering out of her cell, she could only see the dark corridor, there were a few guards gathered around, chatting away and eating. Lily licked her lips hungrily but sighed and looked away, flattening her ears. She tucked her fluffy white tail over herself and used it as a blanket, there were some benefits of being a neko.

She wasn’t sure what she wanted anymore, she couldn’t remember her past or anything that happened before she was brought to the auction house. She fiddled with the necklace around her neck, she had to keep it a secret, slaves weren’t allowed to have possessions, if anyone saw it then they would probably take it away from her and she didn’t want that, it was the only thing that she had from her time before becoming a slave. Lily sighed, she wanted to get out of the auction house, she knew running away was punishable by death so her best option was to be sold but she felt scared about that too, she had heard from many slaves that masters could be cruel. She didn’t want to stay in the auction house for the rest of her life but she was scared of the outside world, she hadn’t been outside for a long long time…

[Soul Of Space]

๔เєгк кคยŦŦ๓คภ

24 ; ♂ ; Master ; Sybil ; Pansexual
Location: Going to/At the Auction House
Feeling: Tired
Accompanied by: No one

Dierk was positively exhausted. He had been up practically all night with paperwork, and one servant -- who was actually one of his two sisters' nannies -- had ushered him to bed sometime around four in the morning. It wasn't exactly early when he woke up, but he would have enjoyed being able to sleep in for once. A maid had roused him from his sleep, told him about a sale at the auction house in town, before she tidied his room and then disappeared. Once he was mostly dressed, meaning he was wearing everything but his shirt was unbuttoned and his jacket was merely slung over his shoulders, he headed toward the kitchens for something to eat before he set out to the auction house. His golden gaze skimmed over the two identical twin girls who chased each other across the kitchen, screaming about some drawing or writing of some sort. Kauff wasn't particularly concerned about whatever it was that they were yelling about.

After he'd gotten an apple and several slices of freshly baked bread, Dierk scampered from the kitchen, knowing the baker who'd just pulled the hot bread from the oven would be angry for the third of the loaf that was missing. He slid into the back of his car, and told the driver to head to the auction house. He ate the bread and apple as they made the half-hour trip to the building, and he was lounging tiredly across the back seat of the car, one foot crossed over the opposite leg's thigh, which was propped up at an angle so that his long body wasn't quite as scrunched up on the car as most people would think he'd be.

At the auction house, and the car door was opened, Dierk grumbled as he was forced to sit up and then slide out of the car. "Go park. I'll come get you later." he waved the driver off in a sort of bored tone as he approached the doors and disappeared inside. He asked something about a servants for serving, or ones that weren't exactly the best behaved, to one of the people inside, and they directed him to a set of stairs, which caused him to groan inwardly. He hated stairs with a passion. It was a bit chillier inside the complex than he'd thought it'd be, and he cursed himself for leaving his jacket in the car and for wearing the practically shredded, almost-off-the-shoulder shirt that he was wearing. He descended the stairs nonetheless, the entire way to the bottom floors, noting the dropping temperature the further he went down. Again, he grumbled a curse to himself as he stepped off the final step and into the corridor lined with ca-- .. barred areas. Dierk didn't like the term "cage".

{( Honestly, that's a bit longer than I thought it'd be... *blush*
Anywho, Dierk'll probably be interested in buying Sao, if that's alright with you, Gavvy. ^^" )}

[f o x.]

{Oh goodness... okay that took a while my computer is being exceedingly slow tonight... >///< I love Will so much. Oh and was my girl accepted or not, just asking because she isn't on the first page...}

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A loud band woke the vampire with a start, as his crimson eyes adjusted to the new found light he found him self at the bottom of the stairs. Blinking in confusion he scrambled to his bare feet to be met by a unfriendly face- his farther; a tall man with long unruly jet black hair and fearsome red eyes. "When William, when are you going to start acting like a man!" scolded the man with a cold voice, "It's been ages since you promised to get a slave and look- no slave!" the man turns away from his only son, his voice was some what resentful. Will clenched his teeth together- oh he hated this man, more than anything in the world. Nothing was ever right for him, NOTHING, and worst of all he was always pestering Will to buy a slave or get a wife or something like that. Will sighs as he considers his words carefully "Look farther, if you must know... I'm going to the auction house to day to get one." he says slowly choosing every word with care, the man grunts, nods and then in the blink of an eye morphs in to a bat and shoots out the open window.

After taking a wash, getting dressed and eating something Will took his place in the drivers see of a sport looking black car and decided that for once it would be a good idea to listen of his old bat of a farther and get a slave. He sped off in the car and in a matter of minuets had arrived at his destination; the auction house, a place of fear and terror- well, for the slaves at least. He sits there in his car of a while, drumming his fingers along the black leather steering wheel before taking a shallow breath in and stepping of of the fine car. He enters the black house with it's rusty metal cells and malnourished slaves. Nothing caught his eye at first just a group of slaves all on their way to death, he wasn't cruel for a vampire and didn't like seeing things caged up not even slaves and for this reason he hated coming here. She spots a girl, he frowns as he watches her, she looked so... formula to him but he knew she couldn't be her... could she? No, Alice had had light sunny blonde hair and bright icy blue eyes. Not silky snow coloured hair and beep chocolate brown eyes, he takes a quick swig of air and closes his eyes before reopening them and walking over to the Neko (Lily Moon). He crouches down on both knees and cocks his head to one side as he studies her closely, he didn't want to scare her so in his kindest voice he spoke "Excuse me but might I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" His blood red eyes could be slightly un nerving to some so he tried to him them when possible thankfully he was swearing a hoddie so he simply pulled it up over his head and was done with the problem, He then glances around before smiling gently at her being careful not to show his canines as he did.