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GaiaName: panterajunkie1692
Character Name: William & Victoria
Race: Human

William jumped up and put himself between himself and Victoria.
"Who are you?!" He shouted, "What are you?"
The drooling and rancid smelling beast was something William had never seen, thought, or dreamed of. With a flick of his eyelid over his largest eye William was pushed back onto the bed. Victoria was set down in a similar fashion next to him.
"Sit down, and shut up. I'll make this as painless as you want it to be. You both belong to me now. Welcome to Nighside, specifically the St Mark Slums. Here your going to do what I say when I say, or Ill feed you to ogres. Got it?"
William wanted to protest but judging from the mythical appereance of their captor, he believed the beast might carry out such a threat. Victoria was more worried about being eaten by the beholder in front of her. She clutched on the William and hid her eyes behind his shoulder.
"Hey don't sweat it." Glasgow continued. "I've got the nicest establishment on the Beholder's Bazaar all set up and all you have to do is run the place. Easy work, free room and board. Your all set. Now follow me, Ill show you to the shop so you can get to work."
With that the creature turned around and floated out of the door.

After a grueling workday, the exhausted couple trudged their way down the secure path leading to the slave cages in the slums. The pair stayed huddled together and tried to avoid other creatures at all costs. A task that was easier said than done. William was scanning the distant surroundings and Victoria was deep in thought gazing at the ground. As a result, the pair nearly plowed a young girl over her luggage. Both startled, they quickly helped her back up and appologized.
"Are you alright?" Victoria asked.
William followed. "I'm sorry. I wasn't paying attention."

"ACK!!" she fell forwards over her luggage as she was plowed over by the two humans, A soft growl exited her throat as she was helped up rubbing her head some, "ow.." she eyed the two of them before clenching her fist then taking a deep breath and exhaling dusting herself off as she gave a sweet smile relaxing, it was just an accident after all. Tilting her head to the side as she moved her bag to stand beside her while the other hung on her shoulder.

"Thats alright, I guess I shouldn't have just been standing around in peoples way" She smiled sheepishly running slender black gloved fingers through her hair, Glancing towards another who came through the door, She sighed softly turning back to William and Victoria "you wouldn't happen to know the owner of this place would you?"

GaiaName: Ouji Saiyaku
Character Name: Devon Silver
Race: Fallen Engel (Supposed to be Spelled like That)

Devon looked at the building in front of him. He knew what he needed was in there, but he didn't know who to talk to. Usually, he'd just go to the bazaar and talk to Glasgow, but he HAD said he was particularly busy today. Now, only to find the owners. He looked around, then shifted his coat. It was rather tight, but he needed it for business. He walked in, and went straight for the counter, hoping to encounter someone soon.

William's gut sank, as he noticed the teeth. His blood pressure spiked momentarily as his curse lashed at him from within. That cleared up what made up the rest of this girl. She was auphe as well. William scolded himself from within for not recognizing the scent sooner. William glanced up at the moon. Waxing gibbous, less than a week until it happens again.

Victoria looked up and accepted the sweater. She looked at William for an approving glance before putting it on. Victoria, wrapped up tighly, showed probably the first smile since they'd got there. That alone was enough to make William thankful. He was still slightly confused, from what he'd heard, Auphe are typically cruel, perhaps the nymph side of her balanced the malace. Victoria shifted her smile over to Cristo.
"Oui, Thank you, Miss?" Her french accent was beginning to peak through the oxford pronounciation of her words as she waited for her kind samaritan's name.

William and Victoria remianed outside with a smile. After seeing the kind stranger disappear inside William put his arm around Victoria and began to guide them away from the building the girl was checking out.
"See, I told you that not everyone here is a monster." William reassured Victoria. "And by all rights, she could've had us for lunch if it suited her, so thats saying something."
Victoria nodded while absorbing the comforting warmth of the sweater, "She was nice, but she didn't tell me her name."
"It wouldn't surprise me if that was intentional. This doesn't seem like a place to go if you want people to know who or where you are."
The pair continued until they reached the cages.

The slave cages were more a gated section of the slums than a traditonal cage. It came equiped with makeshift housing, a bar that Glasgow more than gladly catered, and a market that sold left over supplies from the bazaar. The slaves had no money persay, but they had developed an inter community currency to help regulate the distribution of supplies. William and Victoria made their way through the groups and clusters of other humans of all ages, spending the only amounts of free time relaxing in whatever way seemed best.

They found their home in no time and when they walked in they found that it had been refurnished somewhat. The bed now had a sheet, two blankets, and two pillows. In an old but tall box serving as a closet, were clothing of all styles and sizes. Underneath the hung clothes were several black trashbags. They appeared to be full of more mis match clothing. Nearly every article was old, and worn but clean. I was clear they were to pick what fit and discard the rest. A new wardrobe in a way. The old desk now had stationary and a hardbound book along with the working lamp. Mail was out of the question, but at least the pair could keep a journal or draw to pass the days.

Victoria slipped out of the sweater as William sighed and sat down on the bed. What a day. Woke up in a strange city, sold into slavery, and spent the majority of the day conversing with monsters William thought didn't exist. At least the bed was comfortable. William held out his hand, which Victoria gladly accepted with a smile. She climbed into the bed and moved behind him to the side closest to the wall. With a relaxed sigh she laid back and shut her eys. William turned around and smiled at the beauty nearly asleep on the bed. He lied down facing her and threw one of the blankets over their waists. He was glad that at least he still had her. It made it all seem bearable. As he thought about it, he realized this was the first time the two had ever been alone like this. They could be alone somewhat when they'd spend their off campus days together but they were still in public. It was oppourtunity for a truly intimate moment, unfortunatly the current unpleasantness put a damper on any sort of romanic notion. Instead, he leaned over and kissed Victoria passionatly, as he had done before many times before. Her eyes were still closed, yet she wasn't quite asleep. She embraced his kiss before whispering, "Je vous aime*, Will."
He rolled over and blew out the lantern resting on an empty indusrtial cable spool before reaching for her hand in the dark. Her deep breathing told William she had drifted off already.
"I love you, too, Mon Lune*." His gave another peck to the top of her hand before pulling his side of the blanket up and allowing himself to drift to sleep.

* Je vous aime: I love you.
* Mon lune: My moon.