((Are you serious whatever hey can there be like a raid on the slave chamber))

(( she started before you and has been waiting a lot longer))

((What no I just want some action I wasn't caring I'm actually rather to not be picked than have to do figurative work lol))

Originally Posted by Romance In Tragedy

"Well if you think i hate it, why not purchase me off the wall of torture Mad'am Ella?" he said giving her fake kitten eyes, "My price must not be too high, after all i would be outdated to the new ones that get delivered here after all.."

'Hmm..' She simply replied and sat there in thought. She didl like him, and very much enjoyed speaking to him. 'Well, I suppose. But I have no idea where to go. The people who work here are everywhere and blend in with the crowd.'

"To tell you the truth, i have never seen a person be bought before.. I must either be asleep, or your not meant to see it happen.." He dropped a paperclip and a frantic expression washed over his face. "Crap, my scratcher.." he sighed and his eyes turned to her. " What? My sleeve under the cuffs gets itchy, and it's not a picklock, these things are to damn eccentric for that, and complicated."

Adia wondered at the strength of character that Troy had. Not only could he survive a physical adaptation, but he had the will to continue even after more than a hundred years of being a slave. "His master must have been very kind," she thought, remembering how he spoke of her. She wasn't naive enough to believe that the number of slaves who could mention one kind or happy memory in relation to a past owner was populous. No, even standing in the viewing room, she could tell all those things she heard rumored were completely true. Many of these people were battered and broken. She had to admire Troy's bravery. "I can be brave, too," she thought.
"So why are you still here? What's so worthwhile to you?" she asked. Instantly she was ashamed and apologized verbosely to every slave within earshot, more than once to the darkly collared winged girls (she didn't want them getting upset at her, and Troy. "I didn't mean to imply that you should . . . d-die or anything," she whispered the last three words without realizing it.

Aya had been in the room when Adia had come to check on her slave. She watched out of the corner of her eye as the young woman fed the large beast pieces of meat, watching over it and trying to understand it. or so it had seemed to her at least. She herself had no slaves at the current moment and was contemplating purchasing one or two of them, though it seemed like that room was filled with Masters and Mistresses alike meeting and being shown to them. Perhaps she'd simply just have to wait till the time was right for her or till she found that strange attraction to one for some reason.

Shrugging the thoughts off as she managed to help the cleaning crew mop up the last of blood and clothing scrapes, Aya turned to leave. She herself was a bit of a mess and decided that she should probably change her clothes unless there was anything else needed of her. She highly doubted it at the moment, everyone seemed content where they were.

Nuvy watched as the young 'tainted angel' went through a quick array of emotions and managing to creep out a mistress. "Whoa girly. You seem to be better than me at this sort of thing." She commented before laughing briefly. She peered through her bars at the other occupants of the room, the strange dark man back talking to one of the other masters about slave purchases. She knew he wasn't about to deal with her since it sounded like he wanted something more calm. The other two mistresses had seemed to find newer slaves interesting at the time and were bonding with them, or so it seemed from where she was sitting. She had heard one mistress comment about 'what was worthwhile' to one slave, and then the string of apologies that followed after suit. She didn't care, it wasn't like anyone would react much to any more of her outbursts at the moment. She had tried that, didn't seem to get her anywhere at the moment.

Bored and sure she'd be in here awhile longer, Nuvy decided to take a nap. "Not like anything is going on here right now anyway." She said in a yawn before turning over to lay on her side facing the wall. With her head cradled on top of her arms as a cushion, Nuvy closed her eyes and began to doze off.

(( I wanna make it morning so Vaynel isn't in doggy form, lol. ))

((I don't see why that'd be a problem. ;) In a giant dark castle after all. The vamps are safe.))

The first rays of daylight came across the horizon and Vaynel painfully shrunk back into his human form. He looked around seeing bars and feeling relief. So they had managed to get him in a cage. He was grateful they had done so. He noticed blood all over the bottom of his cage and by the pleasant heavy feel in his stomach they had obvious feed the beast. He was also grateful for this knowing that this would help the beast. He stood up naked and wondered if his master would come for him soon. He stretched out his limbs then stuck his lower legs under his thighs and sat down. His back was erect and his gaze down to the ground. He would remain so till his master came and gave him some sort of order.

Troy looked at Adia, watching and listening as she bumbled, he found it cute and really didn't mind it at all. She was young and had much to learn. He thought on his previous mistress, and the one before her. His First mistress had been cruel, though he had only been with her for a short time, a little over twenty years, and his second mistress hadn't been exceptionally kind when she grew older, but there was a certain fondness between them that kept her from really hurting him. He considered her question honestly and then finally answered it. "I am discontented." he said finally. "I have yet to have found what I want out of life, so I have to keep on living."

((Umm ethi is wondering how the hell you buy slaves <_<))

(( you have to talk to Vinicent but if your buying your friend and she's cool with it I'm sure it would be fine to just say somebody did the exchange and whala you have a slave- this is chikuma

FYI- Chikuma will not be around till sometime late tomorrow evening- Marrock can just go rest in his chambers and Vaynel . . . hmm maybe his master can order him to clean her room or something))

Adia listened to Troy's answer, interested in what he was hoping to get from life. She could sympathize with not knowing what one wanted out of life, but just then, she wanted to sleep. "I hope you find what you want, then." Smiling shyly she said, "Good night."

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In the morning, Adia felt refreshed. Finally in clean clothes and with her body renewed by sleep, things were looking brighter in the large castle. She imagined that Vaynel's clothes were more than destroyed, and after some footwork, found a pair of pajamas for him.
The door creaked open quietly as she slid into his room. She did her best to keep the door only as far open as need be, so he wasn't too exposed to those constantly shuffling through the viewing room. Keeping her head low, she held out the pajamas, blindly, dropping them on the edge of the cage floor.
"Here Vaynel. You can g-get dressed." She paused thoughtfully. "I imagine you are quiet exhausted from your . . . experience last night. I'd like you to rest until you feel re-refreshed."
She tried to open the cage without looking at Vaynel, and managed after a small bit of initial clumsiness.

Alexia started to look at Troy, she was intrested in how this man thought. He was not only calm but different.

Vaynel took the clothes from his master and sluggishly got dressed. Whatever had happened the night before had left him exhasted. He was trying not to show it as it may disappoint his master into thinking she had made a poor purchase. It seemed she was able to notice after all despite his attempt. Well there was little he could do about it. If she chose to keep him or not it was not up to him.

He stepped out of the cage surprised that he was having such a hard time standing. Something had to of happened last night for him to be so weak. Such a thing had not happened in a long time. Once out he kept his head down and said to her, "Yes master. Where would you like me to rest?"

Adia thought she may have seen Vaynel wobble ever so slightly, but she thought it could have been her imagination. Again, his eyes were intently glued to the floor, and she assumed it had to do with his exhaust.
"I'd like you to rest in my room for now. Make yourself at home." She gave a slightly worried smile as she watched her fatigued slave.
((coolios. thanks :3))

Vaynel gave a slight nod and responded, "Yes Master." He shuffled past and went on to where her room was located. He did not want to soil her bed considering how dirty he was. He noticed he had blood on him but it didn't seem like his. He found a sofa and laid down falling to sleep almost instantly.

((ahh sorry for short post, well there now he can just sleep till I get back XP, thanks mastah! ))

Troy smiled at Adia as she left. He was glad to know her, she was a kind person, he felt happy for whoever she owned, they were lucky. With a sigh Troy relaxed against the wall and fell asleep until morning, not really minding how he slept.

((no prob. :) thanks for letting me know. ))

As Vaynel left, Adia felt relieved that he would be getting some rest. Turning from the bloody cage, she reentered the viewing room. She hated to be in this room. Though there were no longer any bodies - she and Vaynel took care of that, it smelled vaguely of death. The rest of the castle was beautiful, though. Dark, but intensely elegant and beautiful.
Slowly she approached the wall, trying to appear uninterested by occasionally looking down or brushing off her blue silk dress. She failed, of course, since her eyes flicked over the slaves and their collars frequently. With her eyes alert, she paced the room slowly.
Vaynel was a good slave, a good man even perhaps, she didn't know him well enough yet, but she knew that if she were to take care of him and herself properly, she may need help. . .

((Okay fellas, Adia is considering buying a second slave. Perhaps one she can feed off later, when she's more comfortable with being a vamp. I'll put this on the back burner for a while if need be (and it may be needed as Chikuma will be gone for a bit) but if the masters could all "mark" who they want that would be nice. Thanks much!))

Alexia looked at Troy and smiled. "You have to teach me how you stay so calm. I would like to keep my temper better so I don't have to be punished so much. I might even get an owner by it." She said her disheartened voice now full of happiness at the fact that no masters were around at this time.

Troy heard her voice and looked at her. He smiled back, glad to be hearing cheerfulness in her voice, maybe she thought she'd have a chance. "Honestly? I'm not a very good teacher, but I'd love to help." he said and looked at her for a moment before speaking again. "I suppose the big secret is not thinking so much, I think on whats going on just at this moment and what I need to do to benefit from it, and then I move my thoughts on to the next situation that's happening. You get bored easy, but you can keep your cool and act logically easier."

((Aya isn't sure who she wants to be honest but will eventually purchase a slave. She just needs one that'll mesh well with her since she's sort of quiet and still has her own old "slave traits" to break. Which maybe someone could use as a plot twist later... Not expected but just throwing it out there. n.n Anyway! So Aya is cleared for ya!))

Stifling a yawn with her hand she decided that it was time she should probably get some sleep. Any other matters that were needed to take care of could wait till later, that is unless it was urgent. She walked up set of old stone stairs that wound itself around one tower bringing her to her own private wing of the castle. Vincent was gracious enough to give her her own private wing though it was probably one of the smaller ones in the castle she was still very grateful for it.

She pushed open her door and slipped through, turning to shut the door behind her before turning back around. This room was just a living area to socialize and entertain when she had guests. Not that she ever did really and really would future wise. A tall but narrow painting was mounted on the far wall, she walked over to it and pressed on the frame revealing a hidden passageway that popped open. This short stairway led to her real bedchamber. Smiling slightly to no one in particular she was happy to change and finally get some rest for the time being.

Nuvy dozed in and out for some time. She felt like the majority of it was wasted on broken sleep as she was uncomfortable in her confines. She awoke to the sound of more talking, soft and gentle voices. One belonged to a male and the other a female. She recognized the female's, it was that strange slave with the feathered wings.

Lying there for some sort time she listened to their conversation unable to hold back the snort as the female commented about her temper. It was then that she turned her head finally and saw that a mistress was back in the room. She seemed to pace in agitation her thoughts on something serious. Nuvy continued to watch her from her position on the floor, her eyes tracking the strange pale mistress' movements like a cat watching a mouse.

((thanks :) ))
Still pacing, Adia turned back and paced again. Her dress dragged across the blood stain from last night as she did, but she didn't pay any attention. Of all the slaves there, many may have noticed her, but one was staring her down. The girl with the bat wings seemed to leer at her almost like she was hunting her. . . or maybe that was Adia's imagination. Immediately she stopped and fidgeted. "Get it together," she thought. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her gaze once more. The slave continued to watch her, and Adia was silently thankful for her restraints.

Lillian Alex thought on this and smiled more. She decided she would just watch what Troy did and see if she got someone to buy her from there. "But what about my abilities they are just singing music and art most don't think of that as useful and my collar colour is a bother too because most don't want these things."