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

[daices.]

Ignore this please. c:

[Morningstar0808]

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

Lily was curled up, thinking and dreaming, a voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts, not a scared voice, a soft voice, it had only shocked her because she was rarely spoken to. She looked up and she saw someone crouched in front of her cell, judging by his attire he was obviously a master, a young master, looking for a slave no doubt. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out, for a few seconds she sat there gawping like a fish. She blushed and ducked her head, how embarrassing! Taking a breath, she looked up with a small smile, maybe if he decided to buy her then she would finally be out of here, his voice was kind but it could be an act. Lily smiled shyly, “My name is Lily, Lily Moon, at your service sir…” she said softly, trying to sound as quiet and obedient as possible.

Lily bit her lip nervously, she had heard so many terrible stories about cruel masters but she had never been sold and had lived in the auction house for as long as she could remember, she didn’t talk to many people so she wasn’t a very good judge of character. His voice seemed soft and kind enough though. She slowly un curled, her tail unwrapped itself from around her and ears pricked up. She fiddled with her necklace nervously and shuffled her feet. Now she had to remember what the slave traders taught her, act polite and obedient, don’t make direct eye contact and try to get sold as quickly as possible. She nodded towards the guards and some of the staff at the action house up the corridor. “Um if you want any more information sir, feel free to ask any of them, they will help you.” She bowed her head in respect, she closed her eyes, hopefully this was going well.

[vav.]

.lire. ♀.auction house.sybil(s).pan.

((Wait, i thought it was kori i was talking to?

.michael. ♂.at auction house.teleport(m).ace.biromantic.

Teleporting to the front of the building, his bag that held his money was in his pocket. He talked to the guard up front, telling him that he was searching for a slave, before being let in and wandering. It was cold, but he was used to it after the few travels where he was ill equipped. He let the cold air in his lungs, effectively keeping him from waking up. After a few minutes of wandering, he spied a girl, pale, with grey eyes that seemed like the color of the sea when it churned and stormed off in the distance. Her hair was black, and tied into a braid. "Hello," he started, wanting to talk to this girl,"What's your name?"

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

((Im fine with that!
Sao simply let his eyes stay closed, this position was very comfortable, he decided to himself. Anyway, who would like to buy me?. His thought left him when curiosity came over him. Just at the edge of the hallway as a man, with what looked like red hair. His eyes stayed on the man as he wandered closer. His thoughts wandered onto different topics, one thought was why was the man here? It was the deepest lever, with only the weak and the rebels. Only few came out of here and the few who do come out with a rather aggressive master.

[maximum entropy]

{{Is Michael talking to Zaira?}}

[vav.]

{{Is Michael talking to Zaira?}}

((yep!

[daices.]

.lire. ♀.auction house.sybil(s).pan.

((Wait, i thought it was kori i was talking to?

.michael. ♂.at auction house.teleport(m).ace.biromantic.

Teleporting to the front of the building, his bag that held his money was in his pocket. He talked to the guard up front, telling him that he was searching for a slave, before being let in and wandering. It was cold, but he was used to it after the few travels where he was ill equipped. He let the cold air in his lungs, effectively keeping him from waking up. After a few minutes of wandering, he spied a girl, pale, with grey eyes that seemed like the color of the sea when it churned and stormed off in the distance. Her hair was black, and tied into a braid. "Hello," he started, wanting to talk to this girl,"What's your name?"

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

((Im fine with that!
Sao simply let his eyes stay closed, this position was very comfortable, he decided to himself. Anyway, who would like to buy me?. His thought left him when curiosity came over him. Just at the edge of the hallway as a man, with what looked like red hair. His eyes stayed on the man as he wandered closer. His thoughts wandered onto different topics, one thought was why was the man here? It was the deepest lever, with only the weak and the rebels. Only few came out of here and the few who do come out with a rather aggressive master.

{{*face palm* MY FAULT. IGNORE MY POST.}}

[maximum entropy]

Ƶαιяα Ѧαяια Ƭяιcκƨтɛя

About Eighteen;;Female;;Telekinetic
Where;;The auction house
Speaking To;;Michael
Form;; X

"I-I'm Z-Zaira, sir. Z-Zaira T-Trickster. I p-prefer Z-Zee, though, s-sir." I said quietly and in a nervous tone as I looked up from my curled up position to the person speaking to me. I was terrified of him, so my voice was near a whisper, barely loud enough to be heard. I observed him, my eyes flickering quickly. I blinked before looking back up to his face, not quite looking him in the eyes, more rather at his chin. I had an itch in my ankle, but I resisted scratching it, wondering if it's be bizarre if I did that. My hand were clasped together, and the fingers on my right hand brushed over the shiny patch of skin, visible because I was in short sleeves. I wondered what his reply to my name would be, whether he'd react to my odd last name, or whether me saying my nickname was too much, or-calm down Zee, I told myself. Take a deep mental breath.

[vav.]

.lire. ♀.auction house.sybil(s).pan.

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.michael. ♂.at auction house.teleport(m).ace.biromantic.

Michael chuckled, is his presence that scary? He thought himself to be more casual that powerful. Maybe it was because he was a master. "No need for formalities here, just calm down. Zee, was it? I'm Michael." He reached his hands through the bars for the girl to shake it, his arms brushing past the cold bars and he flinched."Darn this place is cold," he mumbled to himself, stopping that thought to speak to the girl from inside the cell."May I ask, what is your power?"

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

((Im fine with that!
Sao simply let his eyes stay closed, this position was very comfortable, he decided to himself. Anyway, who would like to buy me?. His thought left him when curiosity came over him. Just at the edge of the hallway as a man, with what looked like red hair. His eyes stayed on the man as he wandered closer. His thoughts wandered onto different topics, one thought was why was the man here? It was the deepest lever, with only the weak and the rebels. Only few came out of here and the few who do come out with a rather aggressive master.

[maximum entropy]

Ƶαιяα Ѧαяια Ƭяιcκƨтɛя

About Eighteen;;Female;;Telekinetic
Where;;The auction house
Speaking To;;Michael
Form;; X

"I'm telekinetic, sir." I said softly. I watched his hand pass through the bars, so I stood up and walked the one step towards him to shake it quickly. Odd, I thought to myself, a master never wanted me to shake their hand before... Normally they thought it unbecoming of them. I shivered a bit, the cold was getting to me. My left arm hung against my body, the scar shined, even in the low level of light. My eyes traveled down to my feet to look up at him again. I was surprised I had managed not to stutter when I spoke about my power. I guess sometimes I was just lucky like that.

[nuvola]

Ｘａｖｉｅｒ Ｇｕｅｒｒａ

:: Twenty-three :: Male :: Sybil ::

A rather loud cry ripped through the silence that once filled the entirety of Xavier's home. It was cry that held much sadness, a cry of deep and utter despair. It was induced by a dream that frightened Xavier to the point where he just can't find the will to move. Said nightmare is one in which the Sybil experienced almost every night, and it has been this way ever since his parents died. Sometimes he wonders if they will ever stop, if it were possible for him to stop having them. Often times, he would wake from his sleep hours before his alarm clock went off. It was starting to become a problem, and if this pattern continued, then Xavier's sleeping pattern will be corrupted. However, despite the amount of trouble the dreams are causing Xavier, he blatantly refuses to go speak to a therapist. He finds sharing such information with people makes him feel rather... Uncomfortable.
Xavier was sitting, hunched over so he could wrap his arms around his legs. He had his head buried in between his knees, and he was taking deep breaths to try to calm himself down. All the while, an old bullet wound on his chest was throbbing painfully, it was almost unbearable for Xavier. It took several long moments for Xavier to successfully calm himself down, and when he did, he slowly got up from his bed and headed over to the kitchen.

After going through his normal, every day routine, he bounded out of his house. When he left the house, Xavier looked to be... Pretty unkempt. The reason for untidiness? Well, he was in much of hurry to try to get to the auction house. For quite awhile now, his adoptive parents have been pestering him to purchase a slave, for reasons that Xavier did not agree with completely. They told him that it was about time that he should get a slave of his own, that it would be good for him and that he should have somebody help him around the house. They made it sound like it was essential for his health to own a slave, but really, he knows how badly his parents treated their slaves. Xavier made a vow that he will never treat a person in such a way that would make them feel like they were under him, and he definitely did not want to be hated. He promised himself that he would treat his slave as an equal, as a friend. Besides, a friend is exactly what Xavier needed.

Since he lived relatively close to the auction house, it only took a few minutes for him to reach it - twenty-five, maybe, at most. As he approached the large building, his excitement began to become almost overwhelming, he was practically skipping. As soon as he stepped into the place though, his excitement dimmed slightly. It was awfully chilly in the building, and just the whole atmosphere of the auction house seemed to weigh down on him. Xavier sighed softly before he continued into the building. His green eyes scanned the hallway that he was walking in currently, and found that the majority of the slaves were already being purchased by their newly acquired master.
One girl in particular caught Xavier's attention. She looked young, and she had long blonde hair with a pair of ears that protruded from her head. The man walked over to the cell in which she sat in, then bent down so he could be at eye-level with her. A soft smile graced the Sybil's lips as he spoke.“Hello,” he started. “May I ask what your name is?”