Completed [Kenash Auction House] A New Nanny

With the protection of Sypha, Inari and Fiora attend an afternoon slave auction.

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This lazy agricultural settlement rests on the swampy shores of the Middle Suvan at the delta of The Kenash River. The River's slow moving bayou waters have bred a different sort of people - rugged, cultured, and somewhat violent. Sprawling plantations of tobacco and cotton grow on the outskirts of the swamp in the rich Cyphrus soils, while the city itself curls around the bayou and spawns decadence and sins of all sorts. Life is slower in Kenash, but the lack of pace is made up for in the excesses of food and flesh in a city where drinking, debauchery, gambling, slavery, and overbearing plantation families dominate the landscape.

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[Kenash Auction House] A New Nanny

Postby Quinn Stormcloud on September 28th, 2013, 1:57 pm

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What in petching Mizahar was this women on? He almost chuckled incredulously to himself. What could a Dynasty Brat possibly want with a slave like this? She had obviously not been 'broken in'. At least not successfully. This person would make a horrid house servant, he pondered to himself as he tried to figure the woman's logic. Perhaps, she meant to use this slave in a less than usual position as well? Hmm...if that was the case, and they were both of the same mindset. She would be a challenging one to beat here. He was almost certain she could outbid him in the long run.

Perhaps that was the key to success here. Don't piss her off with these normal bids. And bidding quickly to try and discourage her that way did not seem to have any effect either...hmmm. How high could he go? Quinn really didn't want to go above 600 mizas. Especially since he wanted funds at the end to be able to dress his new slave in much finer clothes than the shyke rags they dawned her with currently. He did have the slave he brought in as well. That one was worth a couple hundred mizas at least.

Perhaps one more bigger bid would do the trick? After a somewhat long pause, and with another raise of his hand, Quinn decided to go all in that he could. "750 gold mizas!" Quinn shouted loudly. The smile on the announcer was plain to see. The man was probably shocked people were bidding at all on this fiery one, much less driving the price so high.

With a smirk on Quinn's face, he turned around and stared back at the women whom he had been going back and forth with. Hoping against hope, his last bid and hard stare were enough to bluff her into backing down. What you going to do now darlin'? He thought quietly to himself as he rocked his bow back and forth nonchalantly waiting for her response.

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Postby Fiora Radacke on September 29th, 2013, 5:19 pm



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In a million seasons Fiora would not have thought she would be standing here in a bidding war with a man over a fierce looking slave woman. She narrowed her eyes at the freeborn in front of her, discouraged that he was raising the price so high. Maybe she should stop bidding.

One look at Inari and Fiora's initial excitement over the slave petered out. The Lorak seemed to be thinking that Fiora was out of her mind. Perhaps she was. That confident woman was not right for her children, was she? Why had she been so hasty to bid on her? It was madness. The Benshira glanced at Sypha, whose eyes bore into her own before moving on to Inari. Fiora sighed, uncertain, and began to sink back to her seat as her gaze settled on the man currently outbidding her.

He looked so smug that for the first time in her life, Fiora almost wished Bice was by her side to pop him one in his magnetic smirk. Fidgeting with his bow, his golden hair framing the blue eyes that nearly matched her own in color, Fiora suddenly knew that he was not going to get the best of her. She stood up as straight as she could, glaring at the stranger. It was a very rare day indeed when she was so tenacious. Maybe it was the effect the slave woman had on her.

Fiora turned her eyes to the stage where the feral female was beaming like a demon. She would surely never cower in the face of a strange man, no matter how well-built he was. The sight of her standing proud and defiant gave Fiora courage. Besides, Sypha and Inari were here, too, ready to back her up if necessary. She didn't want to be weak and submissive right now, no way. Piercing the bowman's eyes with her own, she projected her voice over the murmuring of the crowd.

"800!"

Everyone in the Auction House was probably less surprised than she was, though their mouths were mostly open wide and their eyes questioning. The auctioneer called for any more bids and when no one answered, not even the captivating man with the bow, he closed the auction of the audacious slave woman.

"Sold for 800 GM!" the Sitai shouted and victory was hers. However her triumph was short-lived, for Fiora wilted swiftly, dropping back on the seat next to Inari and leaning into her friend. What had she just done?

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Postby Inari Lorak on October 2nd, 2013, 4:36 am

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"What the seven hells..."

Inari felt Fi lean against her without a word, slumping with relief and fatigue. Her body gave off an unusual amount of heat, and while the Benshiran was probably feeling the reality of what she had done sink in, Inari was dealing with an entirely different sort of predicament altogether.

People were staring now, and there would be no way this wouldn't turn into a rumor of monstrous proportions. She hoped that the crowd would be distracted once the bidding began anew, but even when it did a few remained discreetly watchful. They would have to count on Bice being the meathead that he was and generally uninterested in pointless gossip. The Lorak looked at Sypha with worry, but wasn't sure what else they could do.

More importantly, she realized, what were they even supposed to do now? Should they leave? Or were they to fetch the slave? Inari cringed at the thought of approaching the headstrong woman; surely, if it weren't for the mercenary's presence she wouldn't even consider it. The slave would probably slit their throats and be on her merry way otherwise.

Then, as if there weren't enough problems piling atop one another, there was also the issue of Fi's former rival, who was still present. And muscley. And very well armed. Was he livid? Nonplussed? Inari had no way of knowing, though her paranoia was screaming at her to get up and leave post haste.


"Umm, what now, Fi?" she whispered uneasily, eyeing the broad back of the stranger before them with unrelenting suspicion.
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[Kenash Auction House] A New Nanny

Postby Malkhazni on October 2nd, 2013, 10:42 pm

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Eight hundred gold mizas? Mal was genuinely surprised that someone would pay that much for her. Her own expression matched that of the staring slavers and Dynasty brats. Total and complete disbelief. The poor woman who was apparently her new master was blushing, or at least from her spot it appeared so.

Time to save the lady so I don't get beaten... Again.

"Whoo! Finally I get out of that cesspit. Do you realize how long it's taken for someone to have the guts to buy me? Good grief. At least Marshal won't visually undress me anymore."

Her voice was loud in the silence the Dynasty woman had created. The words that fell from her lips sounded fake, awkward even to her. Hopefully the crowd would turn away from the foolish girl to look at the Kelvic. It wasn't as uncomfortable to her as it was the lady, since she was used to being stared at. Proud slaves were an oddity, and an unattractive one at that.


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Postby Quinn Stormcloud on October 3rd, 2013, 4:20 am

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Quinn smiled. He could see it in her eyes. Doubt. Fear. An indecisiveness that most rich people had when someone didn't cower to their position. At that moment, he was all but certain victory would be his. But then something changed. Her body language betrayed a sudden shift in her demeanour. Her eyes no longer veered away as she attempted to make a decision on what to do. Instead they shot right back at him with a stubbornness that matched his own.

When she shouted her next bid which overtook his yet again, he smile faded ever so slightly. He also let a sigh escape from his lips. He may be stubborn and determined. But Quinn was not going to be enslaved in debt to buy a slave. Reluctantly, he let the woman win the bidding war. Shame. He thought to himself as he turned to give the slave one final look. It would probably take him quite a while to find another with the same gumption this one exhibited so readily.

As the looks of the many people within the arena moved back and from the two parties warring with each other, as well as the slave herself. The slave spoke up yet again, garnering the attention of the crowd onto herself and away from Quinn and the Dynasty brat. Curious, he thought again to himself. It almost appeared as though, she was trying to keep the attention off of us. ....yup. She would have been perfect. Oh well. Such is life.

Considering the importance of the upper echelon in this society to his trade, Quinn decided it might be best to offer his congratulations to the ladies to show there was no hard feelings. Who knows. Maybe something good might come of it in the end as well.

Standing up, he cracked his neck and then advanced toward the isle. Bow in hand, he marched his way over to where the ladies were sitting so as to introduce himself. Ignoring the presence of the guard completely.

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Postby Sypha Kai on October 3rd, 2013, 10:36 am

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-Sypha Kai's observing stare graced the Vantha woman for but a moment, noticing
the emotional transition from suprised to worried. People around them were indeed
staring and making quiet comments that only those close by could hear. The mercenary
felt a tingling that suddenly struck his nerves, an immediate release of adrenaline
that caused his relaxed muscles to tighten stressfully. It was clear that these spoiled
women had a different thought process than the one guarding them, for now there was
an escalating pressure placed upon Sypha from the attentive crowd.

- Malkhazni's resounding voice washed over those in attendance, as if she were attempting
to draw the attention back to her. She was successful for the most part, if that had been
her goal all along, capturing the majority of the crowd with her antics. The tense Eypharian
drew his narrowing, charcoal lined eyes away from Inari, catching a few glares from behind
the small curve of the Lorak's shoulder. His vision continued to travel in a fluid sweep,
passing over Fiora's features as she dropped down to lean upon her friend. He swept over
two more pairs of peering eyes from the crowd before taking a quick look at the slave
upon the distant stage. Then there was an unexpected movement to the right, increasing
the powerful hormone that surged through his hidden network of veins.

-Someone had crossed Sypha's imaginary line...

-His reaction was swift, not only because he had invisioned this happening numerous
times in his mind, but because the swell of adrenaline demanded it. His snake-skin
sandal slid off the bench and touched down upon the ground directly behind Quinn's
boot as he stepped beside him, the hasteful lunge leading his slender upper torso into
forward lean. The quick advancement brought Sypha Kai extremely close, his now
uncrossed upper appendages easily gaining access to Quinn's larger frame. His right
ungloved hand shot forward in a forceful strike, his branded palm shoving the slaver's
shoulder at the exact time his sandal had hit the ground.

-The angle of the strike would turn Quinn's upper body sideways while still stepping
in his forward direction, causing a sudden loss of balance. Simultaneously the blond
haired intruder could feel another hand upon him, or was it two more? Sypha's upper
left hand, coated in black leather, had enclosed around the top of Quinn's curvaceous
bow while his lower right hand, also surrounded in leather, had clenched his belt. The
bend in the Mercenary's right knee then straitened with much effort, propeling his mass
against the off balanced slaver.

-With the rows of benches so close together, their abrupt entanglement had brought
them into the row ahead with the lower portion of Quinn's back slamming into the
familiar couple that had approached the group earlier. The man's expensive pipe was
rushed from his mouth and became airborn, as did the beverage that his wife had just
recieved. There was but one problem with Sypha's impulsive attack, and that problem
lied with his forth gloved hand, which was desperately trying to free his cold steel
blade... which was hindered by a simple piece of crimson string... which was still tied into
a mandated peaceknot...
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Postby Quinn Stormcloud on October 5th, 2013, 7:52 pm

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OOCJust as a note, the previous post and following scene has been agreed to by both characters OOC. Just so nobody screams god moding. ;)

WHAT THE PETCH! He thought shockingly to himself, now suddenly unbalanced by an apparently 6 armed....something or other. Quinn had heard of these being with an overabundance of appendages, but had never actually laid eyes on one before. He had somewhat suspected them to be merely a myth or a legend.

Well apparently they were real, and he had just pissed one off. Considering he had meant no ill will or even committed any sort of aggressive act, Quinn found this reaction to be ridiculous. And once the man decided to lay a hand on his bow as well, Quinn decided all bets were off.

Using the bodies of the people Quinn was just shoved into, as well as the guards grabbing his belt and such to stabilize himself. Quinn maintained a strong grip on his bow so it wouldn't be taken from him. With his second hand he reached out quickly for his attackers neck. In the same fluid motion, Quinn yanked the man toward him and slammed his own forehead right into his attackers nose. At least he only had one of those to worry about hitting, he thought offhandedly.

As the guard reeled in no doubt much pain from his possibly broken nose, Quinn used the opportunity to back off a couple feet. Thus keeping him out of range of the sword the man seemed to be having trouble withdrawing. While the Eypharian had difficulty with his weapons, Quinn had none.

Effortlessly from endless amounts of practice, he withdrew an arrow, notched it in place, and had it drawn back as far as the bow would go before his opponent could counter.

"Now look here you guttersnipe!" Quinn angrily snapped. "You even think to lay any one of your....six hands on me again. And it'll be the last thing you do."

His eyes turned just for a tick toward the ladies he was guarding, and a smirk slowly turned up on his face as he refocused on the man. "Besides, I only meant to have a quick word with the ladies here. SO what say you back off, before we make a mess of things, hmm?" The tone in his voice had switched from being outright angry as it first was. To more that of a deadly serious, but much more calm one as he awaited the Eypharians next move.

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Postby Fiora Radacke on October 7th, 2013, 1:35 am



Fiora

Her mind reeling, Fiora had no idea what they were supposed to do now and when Inari asked her, she could only look at her friend with helpless eyes. She didn't know if they were supposed to wait until the end of the auction or to go down now. She had never approached the auctioneer when she was here with Bice; he had made her wait for him in front of the shops.

The thought of her husband brought a slight tremble to the Benshira. He would not take well to this slave and he would probably be furious with her for not finding a nanny that would be more...gentle.

The other people at the auction were all staring at her and she felt like a freak in a carnival show. Her face flaming, Fiora witnessed the bowman rise and she wished she could sprout wings and fly in an instant. Then, there was a shout from the stage and most of the gazes drifted in that direction, eager to see the strong slave speak. Fiora was not even able to focus on the woman's words, such was her attention on the man that she had just beaten in bids. He was coming towards them, bow in hand, and before Fiora could utter a single syllable, Sypha was moving towards him with a lightning quick fluidity.

When he used his ungloved hand to shove the stranger, Fiora jumped to her feet, her hands flying forward as if to help the rude couple that had just broken the fall of the bowman. She was too far away, however and her eyes opened wide with fear as Sypha attempted to pull out his sword. If he succeeded, it would be all over.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, taking a pace forward as the tall stranger smashed his head into Sypha's face. "Please!" Reaching out to the mercenary', she gripped the cloth that covered the bicep of his upper arm as he brought his opposite hand to his nose. As the bowman notched an arrow and drew back the string, aiming it directly at them, Fiora looked wildly at Ari, seeking her friend's help.

The man snarled a threat at Sypha and the Benshira blanched underneath his angry scowl. He looked as if he could be very dangerous and she felt awful that it was her fault all of this was happening.

"Don't, please!" she implored, pushing her free hand out toward the pointed tip of the arrow. "I'm sorry, you can have her if you want her...I didn't mean--" her words ended abruptly as she slunk a little behind Sypha, her courage and confidence long gone.

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Postby Inari Lorak on October 8th, 2013, 7:07 pm

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With a huff, Inari brushed past both Fi and Sypha and planted herself in the middle of the fray.


"You'll do no such thing Fi, you won her fair and square!" Then, under her breath, she turned and muttered, "And you're petching crazy for it, you know that?"

She cleared her throat, aware of the growing number of eyes now focused once more on Benshiran, Eypharian, Lorak, and Slaver. "Now, gentleman, this here looks to be a simple misunderstanding. One seems to be trying to display good sportsmanship, and the other merely doing his job. There's no need for fists or bows. Or blades."

She aimed the last word at Sypha, who was still trying to free what Inari could only assume was a deadly weapon. Why men always seemed to resort to beating the snot out of each other when a simple conversation could solve most problems remained distantly beyond her. Not that she wasn't grateful for the mercenary's competence and commitment, but just look at the two of them, making a giant spectacle of themselves. And what, in the name of all the gods and goddesses, was a guttersnipe?

Inari bit back a bizarre desire to laugh. Instead, she stepped aside so that each person could see the other, then ushered them all to come stand on the other side of the pillars, out of earshot from the public. Once they'd reassembled, she began to attempt to smooth out the situation as diplomatically as possible. Hopefully, they could all go home after this without a few arrows or knives in their backs.


"Allow me the honor of introducing ourselves. This here fine swordsman is Sypha Kai; your lovely former rival, Fiora Radacke; and myself, Inari Lorak. A pleasure to meet you, Sir. And to whom do we owe such an auspicious encounter?"

She held out a gloved hand, all smiles and goodwill, but her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. The Lorak was still unsure of what to make of the curious fellow, a man who caught slaves for a living, walked around armed to the teeth, and possessed a distinct strain of insanity that he apparently shared with Fi.

Very, very curious indeed.
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Postby Malkhazni on October 8th, 2013, 10:27 pm

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Oh mother petching- Were they fighting over her now!? As in, fists!? The big slaver who had tried to buy her had moved to the two women, and the weird guy with an overabundance of arms had taken it as an aggressive action. Mal's sharp eyes picked out one of the bodyguard's many hands jerking at the hilt of what she could assume to be a steel blade. There was a tiny piece of string tied either around or by it, preventing the many-armed attack dog from hurting the slaver further.

The previously mentioned man with only two upper limbs had been shoved into some people, and it was almost like he had expected it. The way he retaliated was so fluid and beautiful to the Kelvic, who was used to using brute force instead of finesse to take down her prey. The slaver's hand flickered out and his strong fingers closed around his opponent's neck, pulling the attacker's nose into the blond's own forehead. The two broke away like dancers, except the bodyguard's retreat was much less graceful. By the time the... Eperian? Aiparin? The guy with too many arms. By the time he had performed the action mentioned in the above paragraph, the slaver had an arrow notched and drawn, aimed at the guard.

Mal, at this point, was rolling on the stage and weeping from laughter.

"Oh mother petchin' gods that was hilarious! Do that again! Whoo-wee, I can't believe this hasn't happened before! Oi, Marshal! You gotta get some more people like this to buy people like me! Oh lady Caiyha that was too funny."

The poor lioness took a few ticks to regain her composure. The head-smashing-into-nose was priceless. And then the Dynasty woman wanted to give her to the slaver? Hai, she'd take that offer. He seemed more lively than the ladies. What did they want her for, anyways? The dark-skinned aristocrat's companion had placed herself right in the middle of the fight. She looked completely and totally infuriated. The expression on her face made Mal burst into another fit of laughter, which she tried to quell. The pale woman shooed her friend, the slaver and the guard to the side, behind the pillars. The Kelvic slave's mouth curled into a frown.

There they go, without even bothering to come and grab their new 'prize' from the stage. Stupid Dynasty brats.


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