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Welcome to the Slave shop. We have the first floor which is for masters and the slaves who want to get sold. the first floor is the bedrooms. the second floor is the bathrooms. The third floor is everything else. Come in and find your match. Cdd will be here to help.

“I may look cute, but do not touch me. You’re annoying. Go away.”

“If you pet me, then face the consequences. I do not like you or your kind. Shoo.”

Nero just shrugged when she repeated what he had said about her appearance. He was rather blunt about it, but it was just the way he was. No one really cared about what came out his mouth since they were just into his looks. Honestly, he was a bit surprised that he wasn't the one in the cage since Neko's were high market. But, he lived life like this so he knew hoe to not get caught. Being a stray was fine with him.

Scratching his head when the girl laughed, Nero didn't know what to do. He had no reason to leave since she wasn't doing anything to him but giggling and talking. He hadn't done this with someone in ages. It was a bit liberating. "Yeah, I know. But I seriously need like a bodyguard or something. I'd pay whatever it took for one. These women around here creep me out."

He made a lazy attempt to shiver as though the thought of them froze him, but it come off more as a slight shake than anything else. He didn't care though. That idea about a bodyguard sounded really good, but his thoughts were interrupted by the itching that was persistent near his ears.

Sliding his fingers under the hat, he couldn't get to it, so he just took the thing off to scratch the itch. His ears flattened as he did so. After that was done, he put the hat back on, hoping the girl hadn't noticed his ears.

“I may look cute, but do not touch me. You’re annoying. Go away.”

“If you pet me, then face the consequences. I do not like you or your kind. Shoo.”

Nero was interested in the way that the girl said that she'd get rid of people. He couldn't do that personally, so he wanted to see her do it. "Seriously? I guess you'll do then. Wanna be my bodyguard and cause those 'little accidents' to those who who bother me?"

There really wasn't much emotion in his voice, or rather it was more straight forward and lazy in a way. Nero always seemed lazy even when he was being serious like now. But, now he was looking at the girl closely. She did seem a bit weak, but she was a demon. This was the demon slave shop, so she had to have some powers or something. He had none so it balanced out on her part.

"So...?" He leaned against her cage again when he heard footsteps behind him, hunched over. After a quick glance behind him, he looked back to the girl. "Oh, yeah. My name is Nero. What's yours?"

“I may look cute, but do not touch me. You’re annoying. Go away.”

“If you pet me, then face the consequences. I do not like you or your kind. Shoo.”

Nero shrugged when the caged girl said she wasn’t really suited to be a bodyguard. “Well it’s your lucky day. You get to help out a guy like me. Aren’t you excited?” Of course he was using sarcasm and there wasn’t much effort put behind it. It was like he couldn’t summon the energy to do it. He rolled his eyes at himself for being lame and took out his cigarette pack, only to realize that it was empty. Great. Just great, he muttered to himself as he placed the empty carton in his back pocket. Sighing, he focused on what the girl was doing. Oh, her name was Lyla. That was better than calling her ‘the girl’ any day. “I’m not ‘nervous.’ I call it being paranoid, but to each his own. And it’s not just those women either. Kids, grannies, strange men, all types of people want a piece of me, and I don’t want it or them. You start as soon as I buy you.”

Nero stalked off to find someone to talk to about purchasing Lyla and was directed to a desk with a guy behind it. The guy and him talked then Nero scoffed only to reluctantly pull out his wallet and hand over all the cash he had. He walked back to Lyla. “Ch, robbers. I’m out of cash, but you’re free.” A guard finally came up to them and unlocked her cage, drawing her out and before Nero before locking the cage and going away. Nero watched the guy go. “I wonder if there is a ‘scary guard guy’ sell going on? Or are they factory made?” He rolled his eyes again and looked Lyla up and down, considering something. “Meh, you’ll do.” With that, he started walking away.

[[ooc: To his place~]]

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x[ ✰ ]x After pulling up in front of the market and letting the chauffeur walk around and open the door for him, Sebastian stepped out of his limo and looked around. He let out a short sigh "Ugh... crowded and loud. How unsettling." He began to stroll through the market, looking over the slaves silently without showing much emotion. He didn't particularly want to be out in such a crowded, humid market, but if was going to get a slave, he knew it had to be done. Besides, he knew he would have a better chance of finding a good slave if he was picking one out personally. He didn't trust the sleazy slave brokers. They would do anything for a sale, and Sebastian didn't want to end up with a disobedient, destructive, and violent slave. He was determined to find a slave today, mostly because he never wanted to come back to this market. Even if it took all day, he would find one.

x[ ✰ ]x He continued to walk around, taking slow strides so he could get a good look at the contents of a cage before moving on to the next. This was a market for no kind of slave in particular, so he knew there would be a vast selection of unique slaves... So far however, he hadn't seen anything that really drew his interest. Sebastian was beginning to grow impatient and rather crabby. He hated how hot it was in market. He felt like he was melting. Being a creature born of the Water element, he craved cool, refreshing air. Fresh rainfall and a frozen ground covered in snow. That was what he wanted right now. Unfortunetly, it was quite inconvenient for him to be thinking about the kind of weather he loved... Perhaps later he would go for a swim in the lake on his estate to relax. After he took care of his first order of buisness: finding a slave.

x[ ✰ ]x About 10 minutes after arriving at the market, and Sebastian had already looked at over three quarters of the market's stock. He was starting to lose hope, and interest. He had begun to think this was a big waste of time, and that he should just give up on the idea of getting a slave... At that very moment however, Sebastian's gaze fell apon a female with short red hair and crimson eyes. Her appearance was rather interesting to him, since he had never seen anything like her before. She was also pretty, which Sebastian figured was a perk. After a moment's thought, he sighed and approached her cage. "Might as well humor myself... Havn't seen much up to this point anyway..." He thought as he looked her over from closer up.

Ayukai Shirousagi

A day of relaxation was all Ayukai Shirousagi wished for, tracking was hard work, so was fighting, which she did rather frequently. The last thing she remembered was sitting beneath a cherry blossom tree, the sun casting flickers of light and warmth over her skin as it cast through any and all openings between the leaves and flowers. However, her peace and serenity was interrupted by the strong grasping of her arms and a cloth held over her mouth and nose. One breath was all it took for the daemonette's world to became on of chain and locks.

When Ayukai awoke she found herself being put into a cage, near the back. This the daemonette would not have and, despite her still groggy state, would begin to struggle, fight. Though she didn't have her sword, nor her powers in her current state, Asyukai could still put up a fight. First was a guard holding her right arm, quickly bringing up her leg to connect to the side of the man's head. The guard's reaction to the sudden assault was to let go and hold his head, this freed Asyukai's right arm, which she'd make a fist of the hand and throw it at the guard upon her left. Before the blow could hit however, a sudden jolt of electricity followed closely by a scream of agony, the demon was down, limp on the floor, a guard with a tazer grinning down at her. "Such a little biter, though you can't bite with 120 volts of electricity coursing through you now hmm?" The guard mused, chuckling at the daemonette that lay upon the floor. Soon the guards would once again pick up Asyukai and finally complete the task of locking the young woman up.

Within the confines of her steel cage, Asyukai would regain the control of her muscles, soon sitting up. "Accursed humans...greedy...dirty...despicable race." she muttered under her breath, she'd then crawl to the darkest corner of her cell, where she would sit and wait for whatever was to come next.

The hustle and bustle of the slave market this time of day did nothing for the smell of the place. In fact, it made it all the more unbearable-the constant motion was acting like a fan to blow about the scent of the indecency of not having a bathroom to use. The look of an experienced slave shopper was not hard to spot, but it was even easier to pick out first-timers. A female out of the crowd was a member of the latter portion, gazing incredulously at the lines of slaves and the people cooped up here to buy them. The moment she had stepped into the bazaar the unfamiliar smell visibly hit her like a sack of bricks.
"Let's make this quick," she murmured to herself, tucking her nose behind her sleeve to stifle the smell for a moment. Her fair colored eyebrows raised to furrow her forehead as the thought occurred to her that she was being rude, and she immediately dropped her hand back to her side. The motion may full well of been offensive to anyone or anything contained here on the fifth floor with enough thinking power to process the gesture. Taking in a deep breath of the scent, she tried to accustom herself and kept a straight face.
What brought her here-to the warehouse of demons was not really her own interests. If it were up to her she wouldn't be here to begin with, but her father expected her to at least bring one or two home, and last time they went for something simple, like a nice well mannered human, things ended very badly.
But the young woman was not alone. Beside her, and slightly taller, was her brother. Their relation was hard to pick out from their appearance, and one really had to try to notice their similar mouth shape, skin tones, and soft jawline. They were similar in ways that doomed the brother to appearing more feminine than he would of liked, and since they were side by side it took more than it should to decipher that he was a male.