The Slave Auction Meme (Continuation from Bakerstreet and Other Starters)

[chaneystarr]

SLAVES

1. The Newbie - This is your very first auction and you don't quite know what to expect. Hopefully you remember your training and don't disgrace yourself in front of your new master. Hopefully someone thinks you're worth buying at all.

2. The Oldtimer - You've been bought and sold and bought again so many times. You've seen it all before and don't think this time is going to be much different. In fact, the only real anxiety you've got is whether or not someone's going to pay for a more than slightly used slave.

3. The Pet - You're a pleasure slave. A bed warmer. A decorative piece of artwork. You're meant to look pretty and be pleasing and not much else.

4. The Guard - Your master hired you because of your ability to swing a sword or shoot a gun, not your looks.

5. The Escape Artist - Somehow you always manage to squirm out of your master's chains. Too bad you seem to get caught after a while. Maybe your next daring escape will be permanent. Then again, maybe your next master has special ways of keeping you locked up.

6. The Undercover - You aren't a slave at all, you're just pretending to be one. Why? Well that's up to you. Either way, your cover is blown if you don't act the part.

7. The Specialist - You have a skill that no one else has. Something rare and valuable. Something your master needs more than anything else.

MASTERS

1. The Customer - You've owned slaves before and this trip to the market is nothing new to you. Still, you're hoping to find something worth your while.

2. The Gift - Someone bought a pet for you, isn't that nice of them? Or maybe it isn't so nice. Did you even want a slave in the first place? Well you're stuck with one now.

3. The Giver - You're selecting a slave for someone else, and they need to be perfect. Perhaps you'd better test them out first to make sure you're getting your money's worth.

4. The Trainer - You specialize in taming unruly slaves and making them over into perfect, obedient, well-trained pets.

5. The Rebel - You hate the idea of slavery, but the system isn't going to go away any time soon, so the next best thing is to buy up any slave you can get your hands on and free them, right?

6. The Companion - You want someone to be with you always, someone you can talk to and depend on, someone who will never leave your side. It's a good thing that money can buy that these days.

7. The Undercover - You're not actually a Master. You're at the auction for an entirely different reason. Maybe it's special policework, maybe you're trying to hunt down a certain someone. Either way, your cover is blown unless you act the part.

( Meme ganked from Bakerstreet and copied here for more explicit content. Enter/Read at your own discretion. )

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Yona | Slave | OTA

[darkestbefore]

[ It's not the first time she's found herself in a situation like this. Perhaps she should have seen it coming, but even now, she's still reeling from the shock and suddenness of it. The last time someone had tried to take her to sell her, it had ended in battle and fire and death for those who attempted.

This time, there are pretty bindings about her wrists and ankles and a circlet of gold tight around her throat. The way she's bound means she can only take a step or two when the auctioneers shuffling her about intend for her to move. Which is only when they decide on a different way to showcase her during today's auction.

She's been on display for hours now. The pretty gown she wears is the softest of pale pinks, but is practically opaque, giving more than just a hint at her body underneath. Her hair is drawn up in an ornate style with ringlets cascading down around her face and there is the faintest dusting of makeup on her skin, just to highlight her features.

She'd been posed on a lounge for a while, stretched out on its surface and left there to be stared at by all the hungry passerby's. But as the hour drew nearer to the auction itself, she'd been brought forward to the edge of her platform and made to kneel. To show off her subservience and obedience, supposedly.

They were fools if they honestly believed that. ]

[misericorde]

[ This is—

A disgusting place.

A place where dreams come to rot. A place where hope comes to die. A place where people come to be broken. Dressed up like dolls, put on beautiful display, but their eyes are devoid of life. And any kind of disobedience is thwarted.

Until— the kneeling girl of red. Her eyes? Fire. ]

She— [ The only thing needed is a point of a finger. Everyone will take care of what it means. The price doesn't matter, yet, she still comes closer, kneels even to be on the same eye level. An armored hand touches Yona's chin with surprising gentleness, but firm enough to force her to look into Avenger's eyes ] What your name be?

[darkestbefore]

[ Violet eyes widen slightly when another girl kneels in front of her. She's the first she's seen here, as most of the buyers in this wing of the auction house had been distinctly male so far.

She stares for a moment, debating not answering her at all. But after a moment of hesitation, she licks her lips and answers, her voice soft, and a little hoarse. ]

Yona.

[misericorde]

[ One, off-hand gesture is all she needs to signal the small posse of her people, to take care of her will. That is the decision she made. ]

Yona. [ She repeats as if tasting the name on her tongue. There's always a fire burning inside her, but for short one moment, it feels different— It warms, instead of burning. Such a strange feeling.

Even stranger, because that kind of different fire seems to reflect also in the eyes of this girl— or perhaps it is just madness. Who can tell? ] You don't belong to this place. A furnace is devoid of all life.

[ And impulsively, as if to taste of this life, to taste the name, she presses forward and forces the girl into a kiss. The metal grip of her hand growing firmer ]

Reno | either | OTA

[electrod]

｢ ooc: I've got ideas/possibilities for all of the following, and I can write a starter!

Slave 2, 3, 5, 6
Master 4, 7 ｣

Steals a mesh of 2,3, and 5 >.>

[untseng]

[ For the most part, Tseng has wandered today's auction looking unimpressed. There was very little here that suited his purposes or drew his eye. Many of the auctions were not ones that fit his already high standards, let along had enough spirit left to work with. And those that did seemed unlikely to an extreme degree. He didn't often find potentials here, even though he wandered through every now and again, just in case. He wasn't really expecting to take anyone home today, either.

Although he'd only just turned down one of the last aisles when a flash of red catches his gaze. Pausing, he considers a moment before casually moving in that direction, curious about who it was that had caught his attention. ]

[electrod]

[ The auctions for many is a pretty traumatic deal. But once you've gone often enough through the gears, it becomes... something else. A game, a deadly one probably, but who the fuck cares at this point. He ends in this shithole again? He's going to take whatever advantage that he can— Reno very well knows almost everyone here is some kind of unsavory, including him, so catching the attention of someone reasonable is a survival skill.

Or should be. ]

Like what you see? [ He turns around to Tseng, slowly, sinously. Showing off every inch of the uncovered skin. The outfit doesn't leave much to the imagination, even where it does do the covering.

Truly, something must be off, because, for someone this pretty, the price is suspiciously low ]

[untseng]

[ That's not a deterrent. In fact, something like that is often one of the things Tseng keeps an eye out for. His expression gives nothing away, but he does stop and give a long, slow perusal, deliberately taking the redhead in from head to toe, not flinching away from anything, even when the redhead turns the offer into a blatant show.

His gaze takes in things other than the norm, anyway. The finely honed muscles, despite the fact that the slave is being displayed here in barely anything, dressed to entice for reasons that had nothing to do with muscles. The attitude is acknowledged with a soft hum, thoughtful.

Tseng reaches out with a leather-clad finger and catches the redhead's chin, tipping his head towards him. ]

What's your name?

Absolutely snagging 4 >.>

[thevanguard]

[ The redhead is all but naked and kept restrained on his knees now. He'd been more than a handful at the start of this and it shows. There's a smattering of bruises on his skin and the manacles holding him in place are tight, giving him almost no slack for any type of movement. A simple loincloth is all that's draped about his waist and his head is forcibly held lowered by the thin chain - leash? - attached to his collar.

But despite all that, there is fury still gleaming in his eyes and rebellion written in every line of his kneeling posture. There's not even a hint of subservience anywhere in him, despite how his sellers wanted him to appear.

Then again, this type of figure was also one that appealed to a specific kind of buyer, even if the kneeling redhead wasn't aware of that. His sellers were, however, and at this point, they would just be happy to sell him and be done with him once and for all. ]

[electrod]

[ Some actually do favour rebellion, imagine that. It's a spark, energy to harness, spirit to break. Either personally or just watching this happen.

This particular buyer is "watching" kind. And thus, without even showing their face, Yata is moved to an empty room, with just but a mirror to it. The leash attached to a ring on the floor. Keeping him bowed down in that uncomfortable kneeling position. There is no indication of time.

Until finally the door open— ]

Hey, punk. [ Barely a greeting from the new figure. He's not the buyer, he's just a trainer employed by them. ] It's you and me for now, ya know?

[ He puts the end of the bend of the nightstick under Yata's chin, knowing very well that the leash is limiting the movement and that he might have trouble looking up ]

I heard you've been misbehaving. Changed your mind on that?

mix 2, 3, 5 & shake well, perhaps with a dash of 6

[gentleturk]

[It's rare for Rude to be in this particular part of the black market without acting on his boss' orders. Unless he counts a displeased sight and grumble to take care of it as one.

To be honest he doesn't have any specific expectations, not even specifed gender. Right now he's merely glancing at the offered bodies as he passes by. Then a flash of red and raised voices catch his attention and he casually moves in that direction.]

one (1x) full cocktail mix

[electrod]

[ The raised voice comes from an argument— that happens, technically on the backstage, if you look at it. Someone has forgotten to close the doors, this area isn't allowed for guests—

A thud as the flash of red is being pushed against the wall (not in a fun way, in a rage way) and just fragments of angered claims, —worthless; —trash; —how many times..!

The red is the one who notices the sudden company, and as he hisses a curse to silence the fight, he turns to Rude. Eyeing him curiously from head to toe. ]

You don't look like someone who should be here— [ He coos and approaches with energetic step ] Let me show you the way.

Caster (Cú Chulainn) | either | OTA

[futhark]

｢ ooc: I've got ideas/possibilities for all of the following, and I can write a starter.

Slave 3,4,7
Master 2, 3, 5

Fantasy/mythological or more modern settings are okay (though the latter would probably still keep some magic hijinks, because... I mean.. Caster ｣

how about this gift for Cú?

[boneofsword]

[It's everything that shouldn't be, a place devoid of hope where greed and cruelty rule. No matter how many times he's seen the slave market, the place still leaves him with lingering taste of ash in his mouth.

Archer keeps his expression impassive, head bowed slightly as he follows the slaver to the man he's been bought for. From the bits and pieces he's heard they wish to get into his favour. Something or other about the danger and treasure. Another fanciful story that he's heard too many times.

He catches no more than a glimpse of his new owner - tall and nicely built - before the slaver starts singing his praises. While Archer has a good grasp of language used here he simply ignores it. Why should he ever need a phrase for 'shining presence as a beacon of—']

[futhark]

[ This is not the kind of customary gift he ever expected to get when coming here, but that might have been his own fault for not taking note of the local customs earlier. Naturally, it would be of terrible offense to refuse the gift, and at his tiniest sign of displeasure, there most likely were other daer fuidhirs ready to be shown off as options.

This man is young, well older than he is, but still in his prime. Strong, warrior perhaps? Left behind in defeat, nursed back to health— but not out of the goodness of heart, no.

It would be customary to accept the gift and say to bring the man back to the place where the rest of his kingdom's retinue resided. It would be, but that's where he breaks the custom and addresses the man directly ]

What brought you here?

zhongli | either | ota

[moraxiom]

[ voicetesting so please be gentle...

can be slave or master! if master, going to be a very absentminded and most likely to have been given a slave as a gift. but doting, not strict. he's probably a lot more aggressive as a slave though. ]

[battlebesties]

[ Every city has its darker side. It's 'underground' as it were. The city of contracts is no exception, even if it might take on a different flavor here. But it hadn't taken him long to pick up rumors of the Black Market and where and how it functions. He's been here once or twice now, taking in contraband auctions, things repurposed or "relocated" for a number of reasons. Outstanding debts, failure to uphold a contract - most of the causes were questionable at best, but he didn't really care about that.

He just wanted to see if he could find anything interesting.

Wandering through the various displays tonight, he whistles a faint tune from his homeland, his hands stuffed casually in his pockets as he peruses the goods. There's some livestock over in the western wing, but he's avoiding that because it's smelly. Instead, he's lingering in the eastern wing, which have the most elite and unique sales of the night.

Which is when he spots a familiar face and heads over to a display, one eyebrow raised in surprise as he takes in the 'goods' being sold here. ]

My, my. Now this is a surprise.

[moraxiom]

[ In a way, Zhongli knew something like this was possible. It was just something that he never even thought would happen to him.

The back of his neck prickled - he feels him before he even hears him, and he turns where he's seated. If he's embarrassed, he's refusing to show it, his usual suit having been traded in for a plainer set of clothes - tight fitting, of course, because they wanted to show off what they'd attained.

The only idea that Zhongli struggled was the way his hands were tied behind him, and the few light bruises peppered against his neck. ]

Is it?

[ He says it with a dull patience that's really only a veneer. ]

Jun'ichi "Jun" | Tabletop OC | Slave | OTA | 3

[foxofthefae]

[Jun is...well, he's something of an old timer in that he previously belonged to a very, very high end brothel in the city as their crown jewel and a frequent participant their auction nights. The brothel's owner unfortunately died, however, and her children were idiots who wound up having to sell off most of the assets.

So Jun is a bit of a rarity in that he chose to be sold to an auction house rather than to a private seller right off. He wants to see how high his price can go, get a bit of an ego boost before retiring to a life of serving just the one master.

(Needless to say, Jun is very expensive.)]

Azul Ashengrotto | Twisted Wonderland | Master | OTA and all prompts

[dottedline]

Note: I'm obviously not bothered but in the event that it would bother you: Azul is seventeen years old. Also he is a cecaelia--an octopus mermaid ala Ursula--but looks human right now. This does mean tentacles can happen.

[It only makes sense that, upon joining the surface world, the Ashengrottos and the Leeches would make sure their sons were able to get themselves established. That meant arranging for a trip to a human slave auction so they could easily get whatever they needed.

Azul wanders the floor, admiring the various people up for offer and sending Jade to go and see about this one or that one and reminding Floyd that he can't squeeze or bite anyone until they buy them. Eventually he tasks the twins with making a few basic purchases which leaves him free to enjoy himself at this auction.]

[flamebearer]

[ There's a blond on his knees, hands bound behind his back and ankles shackled together. A gag binds his lips, keeping him mute, but otherwise, the only thing he wears is a gold collar - the leash-like chain attached to the floor of the platform to keep him kneeling in a subservient position. A thin swath of cloth is wrapped around his hips, keeping him decent - sort of - to the casual passerby.

He's muscled and tan, with only a few scattered scars on his skin. Although there are a few reddened welts marking his back, hinting that the subservient appearance is all an act - something even more likely by the defiant and angry glare he gives everyone that stops to look him over. ]

[dottedline]

[And there he is. Azul has a quick and quiet conversation with the people in front of Alibaba before they scatter, pressing the keys to his chains into Azul's hands. He smirks.]

Ah, Alibaba. I'm a friend of Cassim's.

Closed; Fall From Grace

[battlebesties]

[ Apparently there was a limit to how far the Tsaritsa's patience could be stretched, how long her dissatisfaction could go unfulfilled. He'd known the mission in Liyue was important and he'd thrown everything he had at it. What he hadn't anticipated was another Harbinger working from the shadows to thwart him all along.

Perhaps he should have anticipated the betrayal. He rarely got along with the rest of the Harbingers, his ways far more different and uncontrolled than their calculating machinations. A nest of vipers, the lot of them. And they'd been precise and deadly when they struck.

Oh, he'd put on a laughingly dismissive manner when he'd bid the others farewell, promising they'd have another fight again soon. It was a nice thought, one he wishes he could see through. But there is a messenger waiting for him within the depths of the vaults, and his punishment is swift. And even harsher than he'd anticipated.

There's a strange sort of irony, then, that he finds himself in the forbidden markets hidden deep beneath the warren of docks and drains built under the Harbor. Stripped of his Delusion and manacled with a magic sigil that seals away his Vision, he is bound on his knees, gag pressed between his lips to keep any of his sarcasm silenced before he chases off more potential customers as he had the last one.

He still looks worn down and drained, bruises and still-healing wounds scattering across his skin. Even though the manner of his Foul Transformation's been taken from him now, the fact that he'd used it back-to-back in so short a period of time had left its toll. Meaning that even if he wanted to find a way out of this place, he lacked the strength to actually do anything about it.

So here he was forced to wait instead. If only to see what sort of joke the fates would have at his expense this time.]

[moraxiom]

[ Without his Gnosis, he was no longer Morax.

That was true.

That was, however, not the extent of his power. Night had settled on fair Liyue, turning its warm days into humid, muggy night.

There was, if nothing else, a brief moment of recognition. Xiao appeared, walking right from the mouth of the docks, and straight past. He only offered Childe a tired glower as he passed, as quickly as he came.

Yet, there was a crash, and a familiar "hyah!" - feminine but mighty. The sound of the Traveller.

It would not be the first time that the black market was under attack, but by a pristine-looking, diminutive girl? It brought alarm and attention, and even Childe's keeper abandoned his post momentarily to look.

And a moment was all that was needed for someone to come up behind the ex-Fatui. ]

Might I assume you have no intention of staying here?

[ It was Zhongli's voice, his patient hand on his shoulder - but there was something powerful behind it, as if reverberating in a cave. ]

A nod or shake of your head will suffice.

[battlebesties]

[ There comes a shock at the touch to his back out of nowhere. His head jerks slightly to the side, eyes wide as he recognizes the source behind him.

Although he considers the question a moment before giving a hesitant , uncertain nod. He didn't want to stay here at all. He just wasn't sure how the former god of contracts would feel about him admitting outright that he had no intention of honoring the one of whoever bought him from a place like this.

Liyue was the city of commerce. He just didn't want to be today's product of choice. ]