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 Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 10:51 pm
The First Floor.
This is the level you will enter into. The room is large and along two of the walls making an L shape are bars that section off the slaves from the potential buyers. By the door is the desk where the papers are signed and all transactions are finalized. Behind it is a long filing cabinet that holds the details of every slave in the building, as well as those already sold.
The only slaves on this floor are those with Silver Collars.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 6:46 pm
К y Φ υ s υ К є Come. Get closer. I won't bite. +++++Kyousuke walked calmly into The Emporium after exiting a taxi he'd called down. He didn't think his personal driver should know where the young adult was going... so he'd waved down a taxt instead. He hated taxis, but it had to be done, right?+++++He almost sighed as he looked around. It looked pretty damn fancy. It lacked people, but it was fancy. He looked over near a counter near quite a few rows of filing cabinets. There he spotted the one other soul on that floor. Well, the soul that worked there, at least.+++++Kyou walked over to the counter and promptly leaned over it towards the other. "...Hello." His voice was slightly deep, as well as husky and kind of quiet. Every time he spoke, it all came out in pure elegance and careful pronunciation. He never rushed anything when he talked. +++++Being an Incubus, he had to have something other than looks that drew creatures in. He had looks and he had his voice. Sure, he walked better than most models, but who's to say people care about a male's strides anymore? Apparently people never have the time...+++++Kyousuke had all the time in the world.[[ OOC: Short post is short. D< ]]
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 10:03 pm
{ l i s t e n }{ n o w : } × × s t a r t
By the door stood a short figure, hovering in front of the filing cabinet as he thumbed through the files with long, delicate fingers. A frown tarnished his lips. "Where is it?" The boy grumbled, his voice exasperated. One would no doubt expect that the small demon would be searching for some important document inside the large filing cabinet, a good draw taller than himself, but in fact it was something much more vital that he was seeking. So vital, that he didn't bother turning around when he heard the door to the Emporium open, or even the greeting.
"I'll be with you in a moment~" The demon chimed, continuing to check each individual document wallet. Finally he gave a small whoop of joy. "Success!" A hand lifted a small item out of the filling cabinet and lifted it into the air before his hand fell back down and he closed the draw.
Only then did Renn turn around to face the new customer. "I must dropped it in there when I was helping the last customer. You don't mind do you?" He gestured to the item in his hand, "It seems every time I open it another customer walks in." The demon gave a small chuckle as he undid the wrapper that encased his red lollypop.
The demon popped it in his mouth and gave a soft, pleased sound at the strawberry taste before removing it once more, holding the stick with only his forefinger and thumb.
"How may I help you?" He asked professionally. But the effect was ruined when he returned the sweet treat to his lips.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 10:23 pm
К y Φ υ s υ К є Come. Get closer. I won't bite. +++++Kyousuke inwardly smirked. All that work for a lollipop? ... Was it really that important? ... Wait, why was it in the filing cabinet? Surely it didn't go there. ... Those documents must be covered in red sticky-ness by now.+++++Kyou gave the man an almost bland look, but in his eyes showed a small amount of amusement. But that was only revealed if the eye was trained well enough. "We're in a slave shop, love. Why else am I here?" Kyousuke inquired, propping his head up with his hand. +++++Kyousuke scanned over the room yet again, even giving it a little criticism. Kyousuke didn't like furniture to be any color except white, red, and black. Which is why his house is filled with nothing but. The kitchen was the other exception, everything being stainless steel. ... He thought it went nicely with his color scheme.[[ OOC: Short post is STILL short. D;< ]]
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 10:47 pm
{ l i s t e n }{ n o w : } × × s t a r t
((Short post is very short. )= But since you're the only member to bother posting, I'll let it slide~))
The perfect salesman smile that had painted itself on the demon's lips faltered a moment at the incubus' words. He sucked idly on his treat as he dropped it's clear wrapper into the small trash can behind the desk. "Well, Sir," Renn's words were slow and lucid, as though speaking to a child, "Like any store, we have a great range of stock. And as I can not read minds, unlike a few of our beautiful darlings, I'll need your help if we are to select the perfect slave to suit your needs."
Renn paused for a moment, popping his lollypop back in his mouth as he took elegant strides over to the long cage that ran the length of the opposite cage. He motioned for one of the slaves to approach with a flick of his wrist. Obediently the girl motioned to came over, and the small demon reached a hand through the bars to grip her chin a little tighter than necessary, tilting her head up to reveal the collar about her neck. "Take Kaylee here, for example. She's seventeen, making her a year younger than the most common age group. She's not a virgin, something that doesn't appeal to most incubi, like yourself. And she is completely broken, something that doesn't appeal to almost any demon. But she can cook and clean, has a beautiful singing voice and will open her legs when asked," Renn released her then, turning back to the demon before him, "So, what do you want? What are you looking for in your perfect slave? I can assure you we only stock the best of the best."
He gave a small smirk as he resumed sucking on his treat, turning it over in his mouth with his tongue.
((My posts are shorter than usual too. )= ))
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 11:11 pm
К y Φ υ s υ К є Come. Get closer. I won't bite. +++++Oh! ... Looked like Kyousuke hit a nerve with that one. He didn't mean to, that was just his style. ... Damn. Now he's pissed the man off. Something you didn't do when talking to someone who was selling you merchandise. +++++Kyousuke eyed the girl that was brought out, trying the think drastically. Once he chose, there wasn't much of a going back, was there? He briefly shook his head, forcing seriousness into his being. "Actually, I'm wanting a male slave, if that could be arranged." He looked away from the girl, looking straight at the other. ... He'd never asked for his name... Waaaait, he had a name tag!+++++Renn. Nice. It didn't sound American. ... Kyousuke wasn't a fan of most American names. They all sounded plain...
He tilted his head at the other, hoping he hadn't hit another nerve. He was trying to help both of them out now. But if it happened, then it happened. It couldn't be helped.+++++He suddenly smiled crookedly up at the other. The smile was small, but pretty genuine. Only the best from an Incubus. ... Or so he hoped. Did Kyousuke seem fake? Renn knew he was an Incubus right away. Was there something about him, or was he just terribly obvious? He really hoped not. Being an Incubus was really all he had. ... But that was another reason of why he was hoping to buy a slave.
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Posted: Sun Dec 13, 2009 11:40 pm
{ l i s t e n }{ n o w : } × × s t a r t
Renn stayed silent as the incubus spoke, then stopped speaking and did no more. The demon had cocked a disbelieving eyebrow at the smile, crossing his arms over his chest. He tapped his fingers impatiently on his other arm as he waited for the dark haired male to continue speaking. Finally though, he gave up with annoyed sigh and removed the treat from his mouth, pointing it at the other as if to emphasise his annoyance.
"You're new at this, aren't you?" Renn asked rhetorically before giving another, much more dramatic sigh, "Very well. I will speak slowly. This store is run by a collar system. This means you can choose from three classes of slaves. The first are the silver collars," He gestured to the slaves beside them, "They are obedient and broken. If you want someone to cook and clean then these are your guys. If you want something with a little bite, then I would suggest the white collars. They're generally pretty obedient but can have their moments. Or if you're looking for something with some real fight that you can try, and probably fail at, breaking in, then the black collars are definitely for you. But they aren't for the faint of heart, so if you aren't one hundred percent that you can handle them then I wouldn't even bother looking at them," A slight, disapproving jab of the lollipop, "Now, once you've decided on that, things get a little more specific. We stock a variety of slaves, and each is unique. There are slaves whom are used for pleasure, or to torture. There are those who are more of pets for those seeking company. Virgins, for those with a more refined taste. Those who will entertain, be it by singing or dancing, or any other talent they may possess. Those who cook and clean. Those who are dangerous. And of course those who are more submissive, and those who are more dominant. Black collars are generally more dominant, while silver and white collars are generally more submissive, but that's not always the case. So, I'll ask you one last time, otherwise I'm afraid I simply won't be able to help you, what kind of slave are you looking for?" And with that he popped his lollipop back into his mouth, clearly having no patience today for a customer who didn't know what he was after.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 2:07 pm
К y Φ υ s υ К є Come. Get closer. I won't bite. +++++The 'advice,' as some may like to call it, from the other actually helped Kyousuke quite a damn lot. Yes, he was extremely new to buying and dealing, or whatever creatures call it, so he was almost grateful to the other. 'Almost' being a key word. ... Hey, it was closer than usual. +++++The Incubus leaned off of the counter, standing up straight to his full height. He thought for a moment. Out of all of the slaves Renn had just described, which was the kind Kyousuke wanted? Like the aforementioned, once he picked - it was done. There would be no more. There's no do-overs in this business. ... He didn't think. ... Well, there were no do-overs that would go with complete and utter fail. For this one time he had to listen to his conscience... If it hadn't bailed on him a thousand years ago, that is.+++++After much thought and much gazing out of windows, Kyou looked back to the worker. He quickly scanned the man again as he placed his hands in his pockets, trying to casually move away from the counter. "White collar. Preferably one that's not completely broken in... that would be boring. Virginity is a token, but it's not really a big issue to me. I still want him to be submissive but not terribly so." Kyousuke looked away from the man again as a smile ate away at his features. "Sadists are favorable as well, so least something along that line, of course. +++++"I know there's more to it than that, but so far that's all that's came to mind." Maybe they were finally going to start getting everything moving by now. That was something weird about Kyousuke; he never rushed things, but he could easily become impatient. Majority of the ordeals, it's his fault making everything take so long. Like he had just now.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 2:58 pm
{ l i s t e n }{ n o w : } × × s t a r t
The demon let out a soft, musing sound. The incubus hadn't exactly specified what kind of slave that he wanted which was what Renn was used to, but he had at least offered something. At last.
"So, a male white collar. Red, yellow and white tags. That's what we'll be looking for." Renn gave a slight nod in confirmation of his own words. "Come on, then. White collars are on the second floor." And with that the demon turned heel and began strutting over to the stairs, before beginning to ascend.
((I just broke my own rule, but I'm being kicked off, sorry!
Actually, I think I can stay on a little longer. Just reply on the second floor~
Still shamefully tiny though; writer's block.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 6:22 pm
К y Φ υ s υ К є +++++++++++Come here. Closer, love. You'll find that I'm not too bad. +++++Kyousuke still hadn't moved, even after Renn was well half-way down the stairs. He'd wait for Dwaine. On that thought the Incubus looked down, observing the other nervously tying the leash around his hand. Since when did the Incubus have a conscience? For the love of God, it wouldn't shut up, either. He kept his staring charade going a moment longer until the vampire held the leash out to him. +++++He reached out, taking Dwaine's wrist lightly as he unrolled the leash from his hand. It was attached to his collar, right? Why should he have it wrapped up around his hand? If he needed something to hold, Kyousuke surely had another spare hand. ... But that was just his suggestion. One he knew the fledgling wouldn't feel comfortable at all going through just yet. Kyousuke took the leash in his own hand once he had detangled it. A leash.... was that necessary as well? The black-collars make sense... but the white collars? . . . Then again, Dwaine had the charm that, apparently, the majority of black-collars had as well. How interesting.+++++Kyousuke wasn't a fan of restraint. Bondage, yes. Restraint, no. Somehow that word was completely different from the other. Kyousuke almost felt prone to handing the leash back to the vampire, stating that it wasn't useful to him. But what 'Master' would that make him? Renn would surely find something wrong with it and tell it straight-out to the Incubus. +++++Kyousuke looked to the other, whether he could see his eyes or not. He held the leash back out in a calm grip. "Take it if it would make you feel better. If not . . . then we should get going." He managed to sound somewhat sincere, but the tones that were given to an Incubus at their day of creation stayed in the background of the husky voice. Teasing, playful, slightly sadist, et cetera. Hardly ever dead-panning serious.
[[ They're still on the second floor, but w/e. xD I'll fix it if you'd rather me to.]]
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 6:50 pm
{ l i s t e n }{ n o w : } × × s t a r t
((Nah, it's fine. They'll be going down in your next post any way.))
Dwaine wasn't sure whether it was his heart or his stomach that had jumped to his throat at the touch, but he didn't know there was suddenly something large there that was stopping him from swallowing, or even breathe properly. Not because he was afraid, or self-conscious. But rather because he could feel the veins pulsating in the stran- his Master's fingertips. He was utterly still other than the incessant chewing at his bottom lip. His eyes had dropped and were boring a hole in his Master's chest.
As soon has his wrist was released though the vampire snatched his hand back, clutching it to his chest as if his Master had wounded it. The boy kept his head hung, only looking as high at his Master's chest.
He started a little at the sound of the other male's words, but said nothing. He was rubbing up and down the back of the hand he had touched with his other. The skin were the demon had held him tingled slightly. Mostly because he could still feel that familiar pumping of the bloods through the small vessels, but partially because of something else he couldn't name. If he had known that his new Master was an incubus, and indeed what an incubus was, he would have known that it was just that certain charge that they seemed to hold, that magnetised others to them, in a manner of speaking. But he didn't know, so he simply stood there in silence and confusion, rubbing the back of his hand.
Finally though, he gave a slight shake of his head. He didn't want the lead back. Why would he? What good would that do any of them? The Master was supposed to be the one holding the leash. Besides, imagine slaves leading themselves! That was ridiculous! Besides, he had no qualms with being lead.
Downstairs Renn was alternating between sucking and chewing what was left of his strawberry treated as he fanned the papers that the incubus needed to read and sign out across the desk, finishing by placing a ball point pen on top. What was taking them so long? He didn't sense anything wrong . . . Getting 'acquainted' he supposed. How bothersome.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 7:27 pm
К y Φ υ s υ К є +++++++++++Come here. Closer, love. You'll find that I'm not too bad. +++++Rejection was definitely a new thing to the Incubus. He hadn't the faintest clue of how to handle it. Surely things would clear up and get better. At least to the extent that his sla- -Dwaine actually said something. Was the Incubus frightening the teen? Was it just the situation in itself? Or was it that Kyousuke was nothing more than an owner? One that Dwaine was positive would hurt him or treat him like dirt, or like he really was just a slave that he could toy with until he got bored? +++++The answer could be any of those, and maybe even all of them at once. All at once would mostly just be paranoia, but one specifically might be even worse. Especially the latter one... Incubi were made for no particular reason, but they stayed for pleasure. Pleasure mostly involving sex, but who's to say one can't find pleasure in 'love,' like that the humans are always rambling on about? +++++Kyousuke gave an unneeded nod. He knew Dwaine hadn't even gotten close to looking at the utmost upper half of the man's body, but he felt he should use the gesture anyways. "Then we're off." He started towards the steps at a regular pace, not rushed nor slow. Just... like any other pace. He took two steps down the steps before turning to look back at the other male. Their height difference, now that Kyousuke was below Dwaine's level, was automatically discarded. Unless the boy was looking down and not much watching where he was going, he wouldn't have seen Kyousuke at all. That wouldn't be how Kyou wanted it to be; he wanted the other to look him dead-on soon whether he wanted to or not. +++++Kyousuke suddenly thought about how stupid he was being. His gazed narrowed and he turned, continuing down the set of stairs. Kyousuke either needed to pull his Incubus senses back together, or start learning how normal creatures and people interacted with others. God knew he was awful at it. +++++As soon as he set foot on the first floor, Kyou was met with an annoyed looking Renn. Although, that wasn't too new. A small stack of papers was set out in front of him, a fancy ballpoint pen placed on top in a "Sign it!" kind of position. His expression was still just as exasperated as it was mere moments ago, but he forced the emotion down as he waited for Dwaine. The leash could only reach so long.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 8:00 pm
{ l i s t e n }{ n o w : } × × s t a r t
Renn was over by the cages when the two finally emerged on the floor. He had been twisting the blond tresses of a young boy only a little taller than himself around his fingers at that point on time. His fingers caressed the boy's cheek as his hand fell back to his side, turning his attention to his customer. The boy had leaned into the touch and looked disappointed to have it leave, but Renn didn't think on it. What did it matter to him whether the slave wanted his company or not? He was there to entertain Renn, not the other way around. Well, not specifically to entertain Renn, of course, but he could and would serve such a purpose until he was purchased. Renn didn't really think of himself as a slave. The only one who could make him feel as such as his Master, which made perfect sense. The demon nodded toward the stack of papers before finally dragging himself away from the slave and back over to the desk to collect the payment.
Dwaine kept his head down, walking two paces behind his Master once they started to move. He stayed as silent as ever. The vampire stopped in surprise when his Master did, nearly overbalancing when he did so. He quickly collected himself though. At this height and with his already looking down he accidentally looked straight at his Master's face. Heart flut-fluttering against his ribcage he quickly looked to the side before their gazes could meet. He didn't want to get in trouble by looking him in the eyes . . . Yet, he couldn't help but feel that his Master was even less pleased with this turn of events than he would have been if Dwaine had looked him in the eye. By the time he'd worked up the courage to try and take a peek back, his Master started moving again. Saved!
The vampire followed his Master down the stairs and onto the floor. His dark purple hues grazed over the slaves, almost all of whom were watching him. Their faces . . . They wanted out, yet here he was, some white collar fledgling; and he was. Dwaine's eyes dropped to the floor guiltily. He stood behind and to the side of his Master. Not too far away, but not too close either. He didn't know what this male was expecting from him, and that worried him. And he was close enough that he could sense the rhythmic thump-thumping of his new owner's heart; and that worried him more.
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Posted: Mon Dec 14, 2009 8:17 pm
К y Φ υ s υ К є +++++++++++Come here. Closer, love. You'll find that I'm not too bad. +++++Kyousuke took no extra time signing the papers. Initialling there, signing there, phone number here, the usuals. The annoying basics that needed every bit of information one had to give. It was a bother, but if he had to, then fine. He was buying another's soul, mind and body, the least he could do was scribble down some pointless words and letters and numbers. There had to be more the seductioner could do, and he was driven on finding out about those soon and later both.+++++Said seductioner leaned against the counter, propping his head up by his chin with his right palm---the other palm held the loathed leash. Using the hand that held the leash, which probably ended in a small tug on Dwaine's end, Kyousuke fished his wallet out of his pants pocket. He slid the black leather covered wallet onto the counter towards Renn. It'd be easier for Renn to get the money out -- maybe a tip as well if he felt obliged to take it from the wallet since Kyou wouldn't mind -- while the Incubus thumbed through the pages. Yes, it was stupid to sign something before reading over it, but what else was there to do? Yeah, he already skimmed through it all, but... conversation was hardly an option with either of the two.
[[Terribly short and I do state my apologies { D-: }, but I can't stall that much with papers. Gah. I feel lame.]]
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