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

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

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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[Such attittude is rarely encouraged in pets and most likely got the redhead in trouble, but is the source of Rude's fascination. To make it so far and still have spunk is admirable. Even now he can tell that some of his bravado is false, but his pet still tries.]

I may need to use my get out of jail card. [he deadpans.] Looks like you're worth the trouble.

[ When you got nothing to lose, no control, and yet still manage to enjoy the thrill of danger... yeah, he's been on and off the system for years. Learned just enough when to keep his mouth shut to not end in the dumpster, yet.

This time was close. ]

You're an asshole. [ Aaand, getting closer again ] You could have bought me through normal means. What's your deal?

[Well, redhead got attitude in spades. Rude doubts he'd get the sexy pet through normal means. He focuses on the road, slowing down the car to turn into ShinRa's garage driveway. The barrier opens as he drives closer, letting the car through without stopping it. Rude drives through the common parking lot and higher to the private one; guard recognizes the car and opens the barrier to let it through without a second glance. It's obvious that whoever Rude is, he's enjoying various priviledges.

After parking the car he turns to face his redhead without indication to leave the car yet. His expression is hard to read, but there's no displeasure in his voice. Now he can focus properly on the distraction that is his new pet; it's been hard enough to keep his eyes on the road instead of redhead's long legs, lean body or animated face. Curses, he's got it bad, It's been a long time since Rude felt so attracted to anyone. Not since— since a very long time.]

You'll learn in time. Now's my turn - what's the deal between you and the trader? How many times were you sold in the last half year?

Edited 2020-12-23 14:44 (UTC)

[ That question is a sure way to prop up his defenses. Reno blinks, the only sign of his surprise before his expression gains an edge. ]

There's no deal. He just wanted to get money, like every one of them. [ But he gets where that question is coming from. It's suspect to sell a slave so cheap, unless they're damaged, sick, or— there's something shady going on. ] Believe it or not, but we're not in it to rob ya.

[ Not because it's outside of possibility, but simply because— ]

I would never work with that hog.

[Rude raises a brow, his voice still quiet but there's calm strength underneath.]

'How many times' suggests a slightly different story. [a pause.] For example being returned to the seller— again.

Several. I didn't keep count. [ No way he's gonna admit the exact number when his new owner just forfeited way to check all his records. Under table deal, no proper contract.

But he has to play it smart, don't let his foul mouth ruin the patience of his new master. At least not just yet. For how shaken he is by the whole ordeal, there is a calculating part of his brain that just keeps going.... ] Having second thoughts?

[It's too bad that his pet has no idea that Rude can easily check his records. Besides his seller won't enjoy his freedom much longer, not when Turks will be after him the moment Rude says a word.]

Not really. [he answers as he gets out of the car. Door locks immediately the moment it closes. Rude circles the car to open and hold the door for his pet, even going as far as to offer a hand.] Simply wondering why would anyone return someone like you.

[ And here Reno was preparing himself for a verbal battle, to give answers that would be just enough while keeping careful of what he actually spews— but here his master decides to be

—a charmer. Well, shit. It takes him by surprise, but he takes the offered hand without delay, as he leaves the car ]

People change minds. And toys.

[Not many would do so for a pet, but Rude, as most if not all of the Turks, is aware how tough life in the slum is. As well as aware how one feels after getting shocked a few times.

Redhead's words prove him sharper than expected. While his looks (and lack of gag reflex) could account for his survival, much more is needed to not end in a dumpster while having a rebelious streak this wide. There's still fire in pale greenish eyes.]

Foolish.

[Inside the ShinRa headquarters the air is slightly chilled. Without another word Rude takes his suit jacket off to cover his pet's bare shoulders.]

[ Air conditioning everywhere. Every hall, probably every room. Bet it's in the elevator. Whole another world, pets for people here could cost as much as a new car. After years of rigorous training, education, and who knows—

hell, the jacket on his arms could be more expensive than he usually is, curious thought. He adjusts it on his shoulders, to protect himself from the chill. ]

How should I call you? [ People are never nice without a good reason to. It's a currency like everything. The gesture was nice, pleasant even. But it could as well be calculated ]

I'm called Rude. [it's no calcualtion on his part. If they're to live together then he's responsible for his redhead's wellbeing, that's all.

He leads his pet to the elevator. Accessing the restricted areas like the one he's about to requires an ID that he swipes through cleverly hidden reader. Sleigh of hand can explain how the ID vanishes in a second. Apparently not all suits here are paper pushers.] What's your name?

[ Reno can't tell whether it's an... actual name, a nickname, or is the man just fucking with him for shit and giggles. ]

And I'm called a nice-piece-of-ass or a number. [ Testing, testing... Mixing the casual rebellion with practiced obedience. ] So it's whatever you want to call me. I'll be good and respond accordingly.

[ So the elevator won't even respond without the ID. And Rude keeps ID on him. What's worse, the number chosen on the keyboard— shit, that's pretty high. Wonder if the elevator needs a card to go down. He's fidgeting on his heel, clutching the jacket as the cold air continues. But that fidgeting can be used to subtly look around, to gather more information.

Helps with the performance that the nerves are absolutely real. ]

[Rude frowns and glances at the redhead.]

I'd rather know the name you prefer rather than what some idiot thinks suits you.

Now, don't go around calling yourself an idiot, sir. [ Comes a cocky answer, with a crooked grin. But that's followed with a shrug, and the expression drops.

What follows lacks the sardonic tone. Or anything, really ]
I don't care. It can be whatever you think fits.

[Rude opens his mouth to say something, but he doesn't. After a moment or two he says in slightly gentler tone.]

Name is a part of yourself. I can't take much liberties without your opinion.

That's right.

[ 'Part of yourself' hah. Rude is correct to the extent he might not be aware of. Name is the only thing that can't be taken away from you when you're at the lowest end of the pecking order. The insistence his owner puts on knowing it makes him a little prickle.

But if Rude is truly the kind of nice guy he tries to currently play— ]

How about... you come up with something and I'll tell you if I like it or not. That's me being allowed to have an opinion, right?

[ Which is fucking shocking, but who knows what it truly preludes to ]

[The thought upsets him, but his pet is right.]

Sounds fair. [he admits. Elevator chimes and he nods at the redhead. While Rude could put a hand at the small of his back to lead him, he's well aware that right now there's no trust between them.

Despite the late hour the office is still lit up, although there aren't many occupants. Rude leads them with accustomed ease. On the way they pass a big corkboard with various messages, the topmost one being a 'Missing: half-full bottle of scotch. Last seen in the back of executive squad office's cabinet. Return to Rod. P.S. Full bottle accepted without additional questions.' There is additional note scrawled in different handwriting 'It's been half a year, Rod. How many bottles did you get returned?'

The office they enter is typical four desks one, its sole occupant being a blond woman in a suit. Currently she's busy typing something.]

Rude, Tseng said he's going to need more details in your last report— [she stops, realizing there's someone else in the room and turns. After noticing Reno she jumps out of the chair and rushes to him.] Wow, what a cutie!

[ It's— it's an office

That truly takes him back. He was sure he's being taken to— apartment? Private suite? Who the fuck knows. Surely office, and a lively one, wasn't on his list. Everyone here seems to be rather tight, which is another surprise— the biggest is the blond that gets a jump on him. He grimaces at her, nearly hisses.

And then promptly decides to throw Rude under a bus. He tilts his head and asks him ]

What, she's yours too?

[For the second time Rude is at lack of words, when the blond girl - a woman, really - giggles and winks at him.]

Ooh, I can see why he'd choose you. [she returns to her desk and promptly drags another chair there.] Come, have a seat. Rude, you want me to draw a contract, right? Standard, or extra?

[Oddly she seems to interpret the big guy's silence and gestures as language, apparently unperturbed by his looks. At the same time she takes in stride redhead's animosity and doesn't seem to see anything wrong with his outfit.]

Extra, unless you have any objections. [Rude turns to his pet, feeling a bit better now that Elena took the brunt of conversation.

Pet contracts registered by ShinRa come in three kinds: standard that is pure vanilla, extra for those interested in bit of spice, and hard for those into master and slave play. Each provides healthcare and various rules to ensure proper care without being too lenient on the owners, unlike street ones. For the past half year the corporation has been pushing to update all existing contracts to their standards. Of course there's been gossip flying about the young heir who started it. The most outrageous one is that he's passionately in love (or lust) with a pet and wants to free them. Some were ready to swear the said pet is none other than his Wutaian bodyguard and secretary.]

[ That's a bit of a level up. Okay, not a bit, a lot. Back on the market, it was handlers and owners that drew and often owned the contract. You'd need to first buy out your own contract if you wanted to draw one for yourself, though some people managed going freelance like this. A dream for many, but reality only for the upperplaters

So for an impossible moment, Reno goes silent as he runs through the all too-good-to-true offer. Like, fuck, so many would go full "hard" mode for these benefits.

He puts it on the table and gestures at Rude, who he knows is right there ]

Whatever you put here, it's not binding. Until you-know-who signs it. [ The old hog could easily sue them for a fraud, and given the regulation young Shinra were putting, he could possibly even win. ]

I will. [Rude counters immediately.] Contract is legally binding, you have the right to veto any of my ideas, even the most mundane. For example what to eat for breakfast.

[He retrieves a toolkit from the desk and comes near his pet to rest one hand on his shoulder. For all his strength the touch is gentle.] I'm going to remove the collar. It wtll take some time, since I have no idea how well it's secured. Can you keep still?

Woah— woah, hold the fuck on! [ Reno starts flailing in an attempt to get the man off him. ] Didn't you get the remote? There should be something to open it up, no?

[ Hopefully, it's not "insert PIN" kind of thing, because then it's just more trouble ]

And I kind sign shit, my owner holds all the docs and IDs. And You didn't get them because you got me on under the table deal, remember? [ He shoots the girl a look, begging one. She knows all the laws and shit. If there's a way around it she probably knows.

The reaction though is better than he expected. She looks at both of them with a sigh and shakes her head ]

Rude, really. You haven't taken care of him? I'm just a junior and I shouldn't be telling that to my senior.

[ And yet she absolutely does. ]

[Rude takes his hand away, seeing that redhead is panicking. He reaches into his pocket and dumps the remote in front of both of them. Its back panel is unscrewed, showing the microchip purposely damaged in few places, one of them being the lock.]

If I could open it you'd wake up free. Your trader made sure no one but him can open it. [he says with a slight frown, then turns to Elena.] He's been shocked twice, and this scum happily said that he'll be back up in no time. President outlawed any kind of modified pet restraints last month, but the traders in slums rarely abide the regulations. Shock collars should be all replaced by implanted chips by now.

[Rude is perfectly aware that black market won't simply vanish in a moment. ShinRa had to take care of the ones violating most rules. Perhaps it's the time to take care of those smaller fries and remind the dealers who owns the city. He said as much to boss after submitting his report and asking the permission to hunt the old fucker. After all, the law was crafted carefully to seem to protect the contract's owners— that is the pets themselves. The latter fact wasn't stated openly, quite on the contrary; it's been carefully outlined in the paragraphs regarding ownership. This made annuling the contract between trader and pet possible.]

The scum is followed to wherever he keeps other contracts. He's wearing at least ten different tokens, and I'm sure he knows where each of his other pets is.

[ The woman nods and notes something down. She still seems to have questions and is wondering whether to word them at all. Ah, yes, hierarchy. Working within is knowing where to keep your mouth shut. Reno figures the harder level of that is knowing when you're allowed to run it.

Most of the information here flies over his head, but some facts he commits to the memory. ]

Collars can be pretty fashionable, ya know? [ He's still on guard, on edge even. Like tampering with this shit is bound to have some nasty side-effects again, right? Let him rest for a few hours, please.

But the idea of a chip is even worse. If you're lucky you can get rid of the collar, and hope for freedom but with chips... ]

[Rude tilts his head as he considers what could send his pet into a panic.]

Lack of collar means no one will shock you again. [he says after a moment.] Without it no one can tell if you're a pet—

Chips are checked in few circumstances - if you're admitted to a hospital, for a medical procedure or in case of any accident, if you're trying to sneak into restricted area, or if you get caught doing something very illegal. [Elena pipes in cheerfully.]

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