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 Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 9:28 pm
Vaanathos grabbed the chains and pulled his slaves back to his feet. He then gave Kara and the other slave a few lashes with his whip for being clumsy. He then gave the other slave a few lashes just because.
Vaanathos had his servants load his new cargo onto his ship and they were taken down to a back room. Vaanathos had a special room for new slaves. Kara and the two others were taken into a room where their chains were undone. However, they were not free to move. Vaanathos' new slaves were all then shackled to the walls of the room by their wrists and ankles. The servants then left them there to stay until the ship arrived back at Vaanathos' home.
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Posted: Wed Jul 14, 2010 9:47 pm
Marcelius noted her slight shiver. The man's dark eyes missed nothing. But aside from a lifted brow, he said nothing about it. It could have been anything from cold to fear, for all he knew, and it didn't really matter very much anyway. Whatever it was, she would just have to get over it.
He checked the leash's clasp, more out of habit than anything else, and assured himself it was solid. Despite her insistence that she could walk, Marc set an easy hand on her shoulder to guide her - and keep her up if she stumbled. The last thing he needed was to trip on her, after all.
"You may ask," he replied, his voice as calm and emotionless as his face. "We will not be going far. I have a transport unit waiting below." Keeping his hand set lightly on her shoulder, he walked alongside her, guiding her to a metallic door almost invisible against the equally metallic walls. "Down this way."
He removed his hand from her shoulder to touch his fingertips to the door, and it slid noiselessly into the wall, revealing what looked like an escalator, if all the steps had been flattened down with a hammer.
"Step on," he said tonelessly.
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 4:36 am
 MaXy y0u wAnT a Pi3cE oF me?
Maxy shivered under his touch, but again, ignored it.
Every step send chills of pain up her legs but she showed no sign of it.
Doing as he said, she stepped onto whatever odd device it was, bracing herself like she was ready to fall.
((sorry, braindead))
GeT 0v3r It
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 11:24 am
Marcelius was beginning to wonder if this particular slave came from some sort of tropical climate - she seemed to be shivering all the time. And yet it wasn't particularly cold. Could be fear, he supposed. Or weariness, or any of a hundred things. And he didn't particularly care. As long as she wasn't sick, it wasn't his business.
The man was clever, but there were still some areas where Marc could be painfully oblivious - the reaction of most humans to the beauty of the Keshval being one of them.
He stepped onto the device behind her. Casually taking one of her hands, he set it on a railing in the wall. "To keep your balance," he said absently, his attention on the darkness that the pathway leveled into. He didn't reach out to the railing himself, however - presumably he was used to the motion and no longer felt like he was going to fall.
After a few seconds, it started up - smooth and silent as only the best-tended machinery could be - and they began the quiet glide downwards. Marc's gaze was ahead; he didn't even glance at Maxy. They would be there shortly, and then she'd be off her feet. At least until they healed. He was irritated enough that the slave was already bruised up that he was even willing to allow her the healing time.
He could always change his mind, though.
((OOC: Where is Nicholas? *grar*))
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 11:40 am
MaXy y0u wAnT a Pi3cE oF me?
Maxy looked at her hand on the railing, and blinked when the machinery came to life.
How odd these new things.
She shifted from foot to foot as if it would make it more comfortable. She waited for the short trip to end, so they could get wherever it was that they were going.
She wanted to ask questions, but instead bit her tongue, taking the time to pull her hair up into the knots again.
GeT 0v3r It
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 1:51 pm
((Send N K Cake a PM then))
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 4:12 pm
____________________
Kara_____ Seri_____ Ever
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Kara scrambled to return to her feet, but it was a very difficult thing to do as the other girl's chains were tangled between her legs. When Vaanathos pulled on the chains, obviously unhappy with the hold up, she fought not to cry out from the sudden sting on her ankle.
Of course, that sting was nothing compared to the whips that followed. This time Kara couldn't help but let out sharp gasps as the whip came down on her skin. The girl next to her no longer whimpered but screamed.
Finally they were all shoved into a room. Kara let out a breath of releif when her shakles were removed, but she soon found that less of a comfort as she was then chained to a wall.
"Damn" she hissed once the other servants had finished their task and left the new slaves by themselves. Her entire body ached and throbbed.
____________________
I'm half sick of shadows...
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 6:18 pm
The servants got into the driving area of the ship and began driving. Vaanathos himself sat down in a lounge seat and poured himself a drink. He had three new slaves to labour at his mansion. They better be worth the price he payed for them. That was of course, after they were 'prepared'.
The ship headed back to the Keshval planet.
((I was wondering if the Keshval also owned slaves of other species as well, like from other planets or were humans going to be the only slaves of the Keshval?))
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 6:22 pm
[ humans are the norm, but yes, there are slaves from other planets. ]
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Posted: Thu Jul 15, 2010 8:57 pm
((OOC: If I don't see him in the next few days, I probably will.))
Marc glanced pointedly down at her feet as the silent moving pathway took them into the darkness. He remained silent for some time, however - long enough that by the time he actually spoke up, it would be too dark for Maxy to see him.
Considering the fact that he pretty much had to be right beside, in front of or behind her, that was a fairly clear indicator of just how dark it was.
"If I were to tell you there's still a fair ways to go, still think you can walk?" he inquired. There was the barest whiff of amusement in his otherwise cool and relaxed voice. It would be hard to hear, but if she caught it, Maxy would know that in his quiet way, Marc was probably laughing at her stubbornness a little.
Not that there actually was a long way to go. This transport unit would deliver them straight to the door, essentially. Marc just wanted to see what her reaction would be.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 12:09 am
iiGypsy_Jazz MaXy y0u wAnT a Pi3cE oF me?
Maxy's original response, was hlike any response from her. Stubborn and short, "Yes." she added an internal 'maybe', hoping she could bare through it.
Why couldn't she just control her stupid mouth!?
She had no clue of his amusement, sadly more occupied with the darkness, which made her feel very very small. Insignificant.
GeT 0v3r It
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 6:47 pm
Vaanathos sipped his drink as the ship flew back home. He looed at his drink and swirled it around lightly in its glass. "Oh, how wonderful it is to be rich" he said to himself as he watched the liquid go around.
The other female slave Vaanathos purchased began to sob. The shackles and chains began to chafe her wrists.
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Posted: Fri Jul 16, 2010 8:05 pm
Marcelius's lips twitched in the faintest hint of a smile. Then it smoothed over again as he gazed into the dark. "Fortunately I won't have to tell you that, then," he said smoothly, "as we both know you're lying." Then he fell silent, and the leash seemed to go a little more lax.
But Marc was not lowering his guard in the slightest. Just because the little slave was entertaining, he was giving her a little more space. Not much. Certainly not enough for her to get anywhere.
The trip through the darkness might have taken hours or only seconds - with no way to mark the passage of time, it was impossible to tell. It didn't feel like it had taken a very long time, at least not in Marc's estimation. But that could be because he was used to it.
So he smiled a little as they began to slow. "We're here," he said casually. "Step to the side. The right side."
If she did as told, she'd find a more solid floor under her feet.
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 9:37 am
MaXy y0u wAnT a Pi3cE oF me?
"Well you did imply that honesty is not ALWAYS the best policy." Came Maxy's instant reply to his statement about her lying.
The time dripped on like watching paint dry and when he finally spoke again, she NEARLY jumped. (but didn't).
She nodded to herself, hoping the one move would not be her death, and stepped to the side, sighing when she found herself standing for steadily on a more sturdy floor.
After a moment, she turned to look at Marc.
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Posted: Sun Jul 18, 2010 9:43 pm
Marc's face held no expression as he replied calmly, "And although it's nice to see that you are a quick learner, I'll point out that honesty will be your best policy when it means that otherwise you'll be suffering needless pain."
He didn't seem aware of the subtext, but she might read more into that statement. Lie to me when I want the truth, and you will suffer. Of course, there was no way to tell if that was what he meant. Marcelius was rather inscrutable that way.
Stepping off the transportation unit beside her, he casually shifted a hand in the dark, reaching out to a knob that he knew was there - otherwise he would never have been able to find it. Every colour of the rainbow, and some no one would ever see in any rainbow, was painted around the knob, each one having its own thin vertical line. Marc spun the knob with easy certainty until the little, carved metal arrow pointed at the sliver of dark golden yellow.
Around this time, he noticed that Maxy was looking at him. Turning his head slightly, he glanced right back at her with the kind of mildly interested expression that would have won him a fortune had he been a gambling man. Without breaking that mild eye contact, he reached over with his free hand and opened the door, stepping out onto what appeared to be a street or walkway made of some shiny, black, reflective stone.
"Come on, then. The portals don't last forever," he said absently.
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