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lastvoyageslogs2009-08-06 11:51 pm
vampish_aleera) wrote in lastvoyageslogs2009-08-06 11:51 pm
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Roman Slaves And Their Customers
WHO: Slave-Mistress Aleera and her many slaves! Or one. And potential customers!
WHERE: Roman forum - the market place.
WHEN: Soon after being assimilated into the new port.
WHAT: Aleera likes slaves. She also sells slaves. She also abuses them. Like, probably a lot. With harshness. You are one! Or you are a customer! Or shall be nabbed under the assumption that you should be property. Hilarity ensues!
"Greetings, citizens of Rome! I bring to you the finest slaves, taken from the furthest corners of the empire! We have fine warriors, captured priestesses, Carthaginians, Jews and even Greeks! We sell, we buy - and now we demonstrate, for your viewing pleasure!"
On the stage, Aleera nodded to one of her nearby guards. The kind of men who looked capable of snapping an elephant in two and using its ivory for toothpicks. Out the back he went, retrieving the first such example from their designated cage.
"Slave, come here," the redhead commanded, snapping fingers with a point of the same to foot. "I SAID COME HERE, IGNORANT PEASANT CREATURE!!!"
WHERE: Roman forum - the market place.
WHEN: Soon after being assimilated into the new port.
WHAT: Aleera likes slaves. She also sells slaves. She also abuses them. Like, probably a lot. With harshness. You are one! Or you are a customer! Or shall be nabbed under the assumption that you should be property. Hilarity ensues!
"Greetings, citizens of Rome! I bring to you the finest slaves, taken from the furthest corners of the empire! We have fine warriors, captured priestesses, Carthaginians, Jews and even Greeks! We sell, we buy - and now we demonstrate, for your viewing pleasure!"
On the stage, Aleera nodded to one of her nearby guards. The kind of men who looked capable of snapping an elephant in two and using its ivory for toothpicks. Out the back he went, retrieving the first such example from their designated cage.
"Slave, come here," the redhead commanded, snapping fingers with a point of the same to foot. "I SAID COME HERE, IGNORANT PEASANT CREATURE!!!"
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She squirmed away from the huge guard, but he was about five times bigger than her and easily dragged her towards the crazy redhead. No amount of mild shocks and wriggling did any good.
"Screw you!" she snapped, still trying to run away. Damn, the guard could keep her pretty much still with just his thumb and forefinger!
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"...bring to you the finest slaves, taken from the furthest corners of the empire! We have fine warriors, captured priestesses..."
The intelligent choice would have been to keep walking in the other direction but it didn't feel like the responsible choice. The angel was fairly sure he recognised the voice from the Barge, and keeping an eye out for the inmates - particularly those known to be a threat to themselves and others - seemed like a rather good idea. He rounded a corner.
One of the vampires, if he wasn't entirely mistaken, flanked by extremely large men who were manhandling a blonde woman. Of course. And given her rather contemporary choice of abuse, she wasn't integrated. Aziraphale started making his way to the stage.
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"Silence!" She snapped, raising a threatening hand at her latest sellable commodity. Her other making a grab for Elle's forearm, in an attempt to drag her in front of the audience.
"Ah, Sir! You wish to buy? She will make an excellent servant! This one is insolent, but will gladly do as told! Only needs discipline!"
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"I'm not a servant! And I'm so gonna kill you for this later!"
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"Yes. Naturally, I wouldn't be here if I wasn't...shopping," he said, dismally, to Aleera.
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Holding the blonde upright, Aleera gave a sudden spank of hand to Elle's rear. "STAND TALL!" She commanded. "OR YOU SHALL FEED MY ZEBRAS!"
Poor zebras... Aleera's business sense mostly revolved around the idea of turning innocent things into blood-thristy wretches. Her latest enterprise was in trying to turn herbivores into carnivores, in the hope that she could corner a new market in exotic, never-before-seen gladiatorial combat.
The things insisted on eating corn, damn them... Still, it would not stop her from threatening the girl with such a fate!
"She could birth you many children, Sir. Or perhaps dance with strange vegetables decorating her person. You would care for demonstration, yes?"
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"That's gross! He's old - I'm not having kids with some stupid old guy! And I'm not dancing with vegetables, either!"
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"Would you stop hitting her, please?" he asked, trying to ignore that the vampire's product was giving as good as she was getting. "I...I won't pay you as much if you damage the merchandise." Now he was sinking to her level. Marvellous. "Please stop."
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It also caused a good number of red hairs to stand up on end, but that was besides the point.
"By Jupiter! She is cursed! Worry not, Sir! We shall have her executed, immediately! GUARDS!"
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Since it looked like all the struggling in the world wasn't going to get Elle away from the crazy vampire and the giant hulking guards, the old man seemed to be her only option.
"I'll have your stupid babies, just get me the hell away from this crazy bitch!" She could always kill the old guy later.
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Aziraphale sighed softly, watching one of Aleera's juggernaut guards approach the would-be slave with a sword in hand, and moved one finger in a small gesture. The weapon turned into a flimsy wooden shadow of its former self, a child's toy.
"I really don't want to have to get any more demonstrative," he said, desperately unhappy at this point. "You understand the underlying concepts of commerce? I can give you money and take away Miss Bishop and nothing else has to happen in public."
OOC:
http://community.livejournal.com/lastvoyageslogs/172109.html?thread=3882573#t3882573
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Hi, Lauren totally fell overboard.
Her jaw clenched in shock as she surveyed the scene, biting her tongue at the displeased remarks that instantly came to mind. There was absolutely nothing she could do - it was a man's world. The poor girl, though, about to be sold as though as worthless as an old rug. This was a regular occurrence, she knew, but not so often was it made so public in the main road of the city! Lauren had never actually witnessed it until now.
So did Kahlan
There was a crowd gathered in the square. It seemed as though it was a slave auction. Kahlan hadn't been to an auction in at least a few months and decided it was time again. Luckily for her, she saw Lauren in the back looking utterly scandalized. "Oh, sister, here you are," she said, once she got close. "I've been looking for you everywhere."
OOC:
http://community.livejournal.com/lastvoyageslogs/172109.html?thread=3882573#t3882573
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Kirk had spent the better part of the night drinking and doing random--and truthfully pretty stupid--things with Prefect. And he was starting to sober up a little bit, along with a growing headache that was promising to be a monster, so the only way to fix that was to start drinking all over again.
But he'd lost Prefect somewhere along the way, he wasn't entirely where or even when and he wasn't going to drink alone because that would just be pathetic. So clearly his only option was to buy a drinking buddy and somewhere in the fog surrounding his head, he remembered that Sam was for sale.
And Sam definitely needed to have a drink and get laid because he was one tightly wound asshole.
"And I want that one!" Jim added, pointing straight at Sam. "Cause he looks like a grumpy wanker." He winked at Sam and pulled out a little pouch full of money, holding it out towards the redheaded lady that he was pretty sure threatened to kill him once upon a time. But whatever, he didn't actually die so who cared.
"DEAL?"
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That and the fact another young gentleman was now distracting her attention.
Deciding that profit was the better part of valour, Aleera waved off the hulk of a brute who might otherwise threaten to descend upon the purchaser and said, "Yes, yes! Settle out back! Give money, you get girl!"
After all, she had no interest in keeping a cursed slave. Even if a part of her, for some reason, seemed to get unreasonably angry at the blonde, although she could not figure out why.
Such were the joys of port-related amnesia...
With the matter settled and the Aziraphale being directed to the representative, out back, Aleera calmed the crowd with a hand-waving, "Nothing to worry! all things settled!"
With Kirk making a more vocal play for Sam, however, Aleera narrowed gaze at the drunken gentleman. "Hmm," she considered, gesturing for the recently-caught Sam to be hauled out of his cage, metal collar still intact. As was the leash she now affixed to it.
She had been thinking of using this one, for herself, but...
"Fresh from Britannia!" She enthused, now in definite saleswoman-mode. "Not soiled - probably still virgin. Good condition, yes? For this, I would ask... Twice your offer."
A look was passed to the two sisters, wondering if they might now try to out-bid him.
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When one of his burly captors hauled him out of the cage to be tossed up on display, he made a move to jerk an arm free-- in order to elbow the man-- but it seemed that henchmen were made of sturdier stuff back then. Any move he made hardly phased the man, and now, to add insult to injury, he found himself with a leash on. Great.
And-- wait a minute, virgin?
"Oi! I'm not a virgin!" he snapped. The affront could not stand!
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As eyes made their way over to Lauren and Kahlan, her eyes widened as realization quickly dawned on her - the lady was wondering if they wanted to counter with an offer of their own. To buy the slave! If their father ever found out that they were even considering such a thing, they'd likely be disowned.
Lauren's cheeks reddened and she flashed a worried glance to her sister, searching for the words to somehow kindly decline without offending anyone. "We are... we are just passing through," she shook her head. "Thank you."
let's pretend Kahlan is a Roman name
She had probably shocked Lauren even more than she already seemed to be, but Kahlan didn't care. She could use a new servant to wait on her.
You wench!
Especially because he was a grumpy wanker who never had any sex or fun at all and Kirk was really just doing him a favor.
A very fucking expensive favor.
Kirk patted himself down, looking for the money he promised because he could've sworn that he'd had more then that. Now they were definitely going to have to go gambling, so he could win some of it back. If he were less drunk, he probably would've tried to haggle more. But as it were, his headache was coming on harder and he really wanted that drink and damnit, Sam was coming with him.
Once he found it, he turned his attention back to Aleera. "And I'll match anything that she bids."
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Widely.
"Any advance on triple?" She asked, giving Sam a harsh enough yank on the leash, to force him to either bow or go down on all fours. Aleera being Aleera, she probably did not care which it was to be. "Strong thighs, young face... A rebellious streak WHICH WILL BE BEATEN OUT OF HIM! But nothing which cannot be rectified."
When this version of Aleera snapped at someone, it was as loud as her beating were harsh. There were few things she seemed to enjoy more than whipping someone to within an inch of their life, if not beyond. Which... Probably meant that she was a softy at heart.
Almost certainly.
On the other hand, no. Probably not.
"Will make excellent table, on hands and knees!"
buyer's remorse?
His purchase didn't look too cheerful, however. He took a long enough step back to reassure her that he didn't intend on keeping her.
"Ah. Miss Bishop, isn't it? Are you alright?"
Re: buyer's remorse?
But still.
"So what now? And I'm not actually having kids with you."
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The only thing that had really been injured was her pride, and she'd probably get over that. Eventually. Maybe.
"So... I'm going." She turned and started to walk away, fully intending to give her new 'master' a faceful of electricity if he came after her.