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 Posted: Mon Apr 10, 2017 5:57 pm
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☽I love it when my playthings have a little fight in them☾
The moon light shone brightly in the main foyer where she was currently reading in her favorite chair. The glass ceiling allowing her to read without the help of a candle, or the electric lights she had the electric company install along with her solar panels so that she could keep up with the times. It was very important to stay with what was 'in' these days. "This is pointless. I have read the same sentence three times now and my thoughts refuse to stay in one place. Why did I agree to let them come so late, I should of demanded a better time! I am the reason that grungy little save hovel is still running." She didn't mean any of this and she knew it. She was just growing impatient, her own slave would be arriving tonight at eleven O'clock on the dot. Her clients and business partners knew how she was about being on time so they never disappointed. "At least it's not to much longer now. I can wait twenty minutes. I have waited much longer before... Much longer."Thoughts of home swirled around the demon's head. She longed to go back only t visit, she wouldn't be able to handle much more, but if she were to ever go back those she had once called her friends would surely kill her. Her kind did not take kindly to deserters and that was exactly what she was. A deserter. With a dramatic sigh rolled off of her chair only to catch herself when she was inches from the ground, her lightly flapping wings channeling her magic to keep her afloat.
Talking - ##bb3344 /Thinking - #6688bb
Melody had almost fallen asleep like that when five minutes till eleven the doorbell rang, bringing her attention to the large double doors at the other end of the room. They are here! The excited thought brought her to the ground with a soft 'oof' and enveloped her right eye in a bright purple flame. Ignoring that she had even fallen, Melody quickly scrambled up and ran to the door while holding her hand over her eye to put out the flame. "Benny! It's so nice to see you!" Her sultry, feminine voice cooed as she threw open the door. The man that stood before her was the son of her first business partner in the slave shop community, he was also exceedingly handsome but she would never tell him that. His ego was big enough and he was like a nephew to her. "The pleasure is mine Auntie. I just wanted to let you know that I was here before I went and got the girl. She is a beaut, you always pick them so well. I might have to have you help me with choosing mine." Benny laughed, the pleasant sound making the demon smile. "Anything for you my dear. Now go get her before I push you out of the way and get her myself." The only response she got was another laugh, much louder this time, as the boy turned to go get the girl out of the truck.
☽It makes play time more fun❣☾
Marshmallow Pouf Oh dear I hope this is alright! |
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2017 4:03 pm
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Name : Angelica Skyhart
Age : 26
Outfit : The same in the picture, but without her sword.
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Angelica was surprised. Honestly this day had happened a lot faster than she had expected. Honestly it seemed like a reasonably standard... Normal, day. The guards were rather scummy, but they kept to themselves largely, as they usually did. At least around the slaves that could defend themselves, like herself. Though she had done nothing to be considered dangerous to them, they seemed to treat her with a decent berth as well. However, today was different. She thought about it and realized that it was this moment that seemed to trigger today to fly past. The guards actually spoke to her, briefly. Just a simple exchange, perhaps something to test if she was still mentally stable, before they bound her wrists with absurdly heavy chains, and took... Well, more made her step her out of her cage. They wouldn't be able to move her with the chains around her wrists. She saw them with her sword, as well. That made her almost protest, she didn't want anybody holding her sword but herself. However, despite the feelings she withheld them. She realized what was happening, someone had bought her. Although she didn't know who, or for what reason. What happened next was a blur, she was escorted by three guards into a large truck, one of them taking the drivers seat, and then they were off. Just like that. She thought it would have been.. Well, she wasn't sure what it would have been. More ceremonious perhaps. But it was just... There. There she was. In the truck. She didn't know who her owner was, but she was being escorted. A man was driving, he didn't speak to her, and two guards, who also didn't speak to her. Her wrists were bound with chains that were heavy enough that were she a normal human, her back would have been broken by the sheer weight of them even if she stood up. Fortunately, she wasn't, a normal human. At least not in that sense. Her armament kept her body well above that of her races counterparts. But that didn't mean it was comfortable. And so she sat with her wrists on the floor. A bit of an embarrassing pose perhaps, but good to minimize the weight that she was feeling on her arms.
In a way, she was flattered. It meant that she was enough of a threat that these chains that could restrain things far greater than herself were holding her back, as well as the two guards. Though they were there only as a precaution. She wouldn't have protested the situation much... But one of them was holding her sword, and that irked her. Being separated from her blade was one of the hardest part of this entire thing, and now it was right in front of her and she wasn't holding it. She focused on the road in front of her and waited patiently, until at least the truck slowly moved to a halt... In front of a looming castle. Something that Angelica hadn't seen for a good while, but it reminded her of past memories and it almost made her smile.. Almost. The drivers voice said simply "Wait here" As he left the vehicle. Angelica didn't nod her head, he was already gone. Instead, she waited. To ignore the pain in her arms... Well. Pain wasn't really the right word. Pain wasn't something that bothered her much anymore. But discomfort was something else. She wasn't immune to that, especially with these chains. She allowed herself a rare moment of imagination, her mind wandering as she looked at the castle. What kind of master would she have?
Some of her imaginings were more pleasant than others, most made her laugh. But she wondered all the same. What could they need her for? Her musings were cut short as the back of the large truck reopened, moonlight streaking softly inside, cutting the relative darkness of the back of the truck. The man held out a hand for her sword, taking it from the guard and invoking a fresh wave of irritation in the normally calm woman that she quickly suppressed, and made certain didn't show on her face. The man was silent this time, gesturing for her to follow. Which she did, lifting her heavy chains with relative ease as she stepped out of the truck. Once she stepped off, the back of the truck lifted, the shocks creaking. Although it was made to hold tremendous weight, it still couldn't hold itself perfectly. A small, petty part of her wished that they had to replace the shocks afterwards. She smiled a little to herself as she followed the man to the entrance to the castle. The distance wasn't long, but it felt a bit longer than it was thanks to her rusty body, and the chains around her wrists. In a way, she hoped she got to keep these chains. They'd be great for training... When they weren't meant for suspending her movements.
When she saw her mistress, she was intrigued. This wasn't what she expected. The woman was beautiful... She also had heterochromia. A purple eye that looked almost like it was on fire, and a blue one, mellow in comparison. In a way it made Angelica almost smile with perhaps a bit of dark humor. Angelica herself only had one eye, her mistress having two different ones was like she only had one of each, too. And she was stunning... Certainly not human, but stunning. That being said, her outfit made Angelica perhaps a little embarrassed. Would she be dressed like that all the time? She noted that the mans demeanor changed abruptly... As if the woman were close to him. Which immediately made Angelica curious, and slightly wary of the woman. Was she a regular customer? Not that that was a bad thing if she was, every purchase was another slave out of the warehouse... Although some circumstances were worse than the warehouse itself. "Here she is, Aunty" the man said, stepping forward closer to her, Angelica following slightly. "Sorry about the chains" No, he wasn't. Angelica thought dryly. "Here's the key for them, and here's her sword. You can do whatever you want with them". Angelica felt another shoot of irritation, not because of the chains, but because her sword was again transferring owners, and it was neither her ownership it was coming into, nor was her permission asked for the blade. To her, it was like people were coming into her house and doing whatever they wanted with it while they were there, and leaving at their leisure. That sword was the one thing that she'd had throughout her life. It was the only thing that was hers. And beyond a house, she had been through much more with that. It was her treasure, handed around so casually. She wasn't one to irritation, much less genuine anger, but this was bothering her on a level where nothing else could. And she felt the irritation, and for once, acted on it. When the man took a step back, she very intentionally miss stepped, her foot catching the back of his and tripping him. She immediately looked at him as he stumbled "Sorry, sir. These chains are heavy and I've been in them for hours... It's hard to walk" She said. A bit of innocence in her voice, but the innocence doesn't reach her eyes. Which are a little playful, and a little satisfied. It was true, he couldn't fault her on that at least. "I apologize, mistress" She said, turning to her new owner before the man could speak. "I am Angelica... It's a pleasure to meet you" She said, bowing her head. She would have bowed truly, but she couldn't really move her hands. "It is an honor to meet you"
OoC: It was fantastic! Thank you biggrin I don't always write like this but it was a good into. Hehehe. :3 Sorry, I don't have any pretty layouts though ;-; |
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2017 5:15 pm
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☽I love it when my playthings have a little fight in them☾
Melody hated waiting. Even if it was only for a few minutes she did not feel as if she deserved to wait. But, she waited, her curiosity piquing when she heard the tale tell sound of shocks creaking on the truck, and the most minute sound of something cracking. What are they bringing? A behemoth? I should not of let Benny pick for me, he obviously doesn't know how useless behemoth's are. She chuckled to herself quietly as Benny came around the bushes with a girl in tow. The girl was very cute, definitely not sexy, but very charmingly cute. It seemed to the Mistress that her new pet was missing gone of her big, clear blue eyes. This fact making her laugh. I could trade her my purple eye and then I could finally match She smiled at her own humor as she continued to further admire the girl who was weighed down by the outrageously thick chains. She didn't even think that she would be able to walk with those chains on, pick them up maybe, but not walk with them. "I know that you aren't sorry about anything Benny. Which I strange considering I said not to harm her in any way when she was brought to me. If there are any marks under those chains I will skin you and let you figure out how you are going to put yourself back together." The brief flash of fear satisfied her to no end as she accepted the sword and key from the man. He backed away as soon as he could only the girl he had brought her had a funny side of her own as she 'accidently' tripped him. This sent Melody into peals of laughter.
Talking - ##bb3344 /Thinking - #6688bb
While Benny scurried away to avoid further embarrassment Melody brought herself down from her laughing spell. "Oh aren't you just a doll! Maybe that fool does know how to pick them! I am your Mistress Melody Grim, but please continue to call me Mistress. I quite like how it sounds coming from you." She gently cupped the girl's chin in her hand so that she could get a better look at Angelica's face. Apparently she found what she saw pleasing because a few moments later she nodded in approval before setting the sword against the door and pulling out the key to her chains. "Well aren't you something! I know you were lying about his trip being an accident, but you weren't lying when you said that these chains were heavy! How have you been lugging them around?" She bent down a little to get a better look at the keyholes that sat at the girl's wrist before shoving the key into the lock and turning it until she heard a click. She did the same with the other side before standing tall once more and grabbing the sword. She was very careful with it as she looked it over, noting that it looked well taken care of. It must of meant a lot to the girl. "Here I believe this is yours and it will do more good in your hands than in mine. Just don't try to kill me with it ok? I would hate to have to put down a pet as cute as you." With one hand still holding the sword she used the other to grab ahold of one of Angelica's now free hands and pressed the sword into it before poking her on the nose playfully. "Now come, come! It's going to start raining soon ad we can't afford to let you get sick!" She turned and walked back into the castle, flicking small flames at the first two candles on the walls of the foyer, watching as the flame continued to bounce along the room until all of the candles were lit. Yes she did have electricity but sometimes it was just fun to show off. "Be a dear and close the doors behind you my little Angle."
☽It makes play time more fun❣☾
Marshmallow Pouf I was about to say I would have a hard time keeping up with that! This is about as much as I can type without rambling even when it feels like I have typed so much more gonk And, I could make you one if you want! I don't do anything fancy but I like the practice~ |
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2017 6:52 pm
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Melody_The_Grim Omg! That's be wonderful if you could. I would love it if it's no problem to you. ;v;
Name : Angelica Skyhart
Age : 26
Outfit : The same in the picture, but without her sword.
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Angelica was curious when she heard the mistresses statement towards the man. Did she say that only to ease Angelica's wariness? But gauging from the reaction from the man, it seemed that she was telling the truth. That perhaps she would do something like that. And that was something else to worry about entirely. Though at the moment, at least, it didn't concern her. However, the laughter following that statement at the man being tripped made her almost jump. Who was this mistress, that she could threaten to skin someone alive, and in the next instance laugh like a child?.. Insane, maybe. But from the glint in the woman's eyes somehow she gravely doubted that. She was far to intelligent. She turned her full attention to her mistress, although it was hardly anywhere else, as she spoke. Listening to her words. She was relieved that her 'accident' didn't upset her mistress, it seemed that it was a good move to do. In its own way at least. She was about to open her mouth to give her confirmation that she understood that she was only supposed to call the woman mistress, but she stopped herself as the woman grabbed her chin. She didn't want to bite her tongue after all. She kept her mouth closed, looking at the woman with her good eye, letting her inspect her face. This wasn't something that was entirely new to her. But again, she seemed to past this woman's test. Once her chin was released she finished her statement "Yes, mistress" She said. She didn't necessarily want to call her anything else, either. It was hard for her to use someone's name. Her entire life, everyone had been sir, ma'am, or mistress... Except for one person. Maybe two, depending. But all the same. She was far more comfortable with mistress. Names were best set aside.
She smiled a bit in response to the woman asking her about the chains. She knew feigning ignorance on her 'accident' was useless to this woman, and so she didn't even bother trying. "I suppose I'm difficult to chain, mistress" She says with a bit of a smile. Before shaking her head "They are difficult to lug around, though" She admits. They were rather difficult. But in a way she liked that. Challenges were nice, she never minded them. But when the key unlocked the chains she caught them immediately. Not wanting them to drop. They were outside, but they were heavy. If they dropped they could potentially harm the yard... But she did want to keep them, and so she set them carefully aside by the entryway. And when her sword was pressed into her hands after a warning she felt a sort of grim amusement. Almost flinching when her nose was poked, that was unexpected. She felt a warmth permeate her being as her fingers closed around the handle of her blade. What kind of woman was this indeed... Did she even need a guard? "I would never dream of it, mistress" She assured her. She wasn't certain about her mistresses powers or what she was entirely capable of, but she had no reason to try anything. Honestly she was just happy to be out of the cage. She followed the mistress inside at her beckoning "Certainly, mistress" She had endured tough scenario's, but it was good to avoid rain if she could. She moved her sword to the belt around her waist that was attacked to her boots, the familiar weight bringing a gentle comfort, and a surprising sense of nostalgia.
Angelica watched as the flames lit up softly, the candles igniting almost on their own after her mistress waved a hand. How fitting... The flames suited the castle quite well. The flickering light creating a gentle, if perhaps slightly ominous ambiance. She nodded her head and closed the doors behind her, before looking back at the castle again. Listening to the sound of the flames of the candle flickering quietly in the night. Angel, huh...? She smiled slightly. Her nickname before was Angie. Angel wasn't something she felt like she ever needed to be called. She might have preferred Angelica. Something about Angel was kind of... Embarrassing. But she could get used to it. "Mistress... If I may ask, I am grateful for you taking me in... But what would you have me do?" She asked, walking up the hall towards her mistress, looking around her at the castle. She felt complete again, having her sword at her hip. It certainly didn't seem like she needed a guard, and even if she did she wasn't sure precisely what this mistress was after. |
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2017 8:01 pm
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☽I love it when my playthings have a little fight in them☾
Melody took in the quiet atmosphere of the foyer, visibly relaxing when the soft beginning patters of rain began to hit the glass ceiling. She enjoyed nights like these and would sometimes even sleep in the foyer on her favorite chair when it rained. Her relaxation time would have to wait however since her little pet seemed to have questions. With a small sigh she sauntered over to one of the many loveseats in the large room and gracefully took a seat with her right leg crossed over her left. "Well you see my pet, I have a lot of enemies and some of them are a little to strong for me to handle alone. You are to be my bodyguard and keep anyone from harming me. And, in return I will feed you, clothe you, bathe you, get you what ever you need to keep your skills honed, and if you behave extra well I may even reward you. It's really not a hard job, you get to see the world, live in a castle, and spend the rest of your life with a beautiful woman who will never lose her looks. What more could you want?" She asked sweetly though her actions were anything but. She was a demon of lust and passion not honey and sugar, and her body language and facial features proved as much. She was looking at Angelica as if she were a sweet on her plate and not at all like the body guard she had bought to protect her from those that wish her harm.
Talking - ##bb3344 /Thinking - #6688bb
She looked the girl up and down to appreciate the way she held herself, she held herself like a warrior which was something Melody was beginning to find very alluring. With the gentle pat of her hand on the cushion next to hers she invited her pet to come sit next to her. "Come here I promise that I don't bite to hard unless you ask first." She smiled playfully, dragging her hand up from the loveseat to her knee letting it rest there as she stared at Angelica expectantly. The poor Human was probably wondering what she had gotten herself into at this point. Or maybe not. This one is a strange Human. She is capable of lifting more than someone her size should be able to and something about that sword seems off to me. I'll have to remember to ask her later if she is completely Human but for now I will let her get used to me. She thought calmly. "Well come on my little Angel, you aren't getting any younger are you? Though I wouldn't be surprised you are quite strange... But, in a good way. Sit and enjoy the rain with me a while. Are you hungry or thirsty? Please be honest with me I need to know if they took care of you properly before bringing you to me like I told them to." There would be consequences to pay of course if her orders were not carried out. She might even let Angelica be the one to punish Benny and his workers.
☽It makes play time more fun❣☾
Marshmallow Pouf Yay! I can make it tomorrow! It's around the time where all of the people I roleplay with start replying and I start getting ready to settle in so I probably wont get to it tonight. Aaaaaaalso Melody is a Succubus so her rewards might be a BIT inappropriate so of course all reward scenes are a yay or a nay from your character and will probably be timeskiped. |
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2017 11:35 pm
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Melody_The_Grim Ehehe take your time! No rush at all! biggrin I totally understand. Also, I understood that as soon as I saw she was a succubus, but knowing your rules and the fact that Gaia is run by puritans, I think you're probably right on the timeskip. :> Though Angelica is awkward with that kind of thing anyways, it might take her awhile to warm up to the idea.
Name : Angelica Skyhart
Age : 26
Outfit : The same in the picture, but without her sword.
""
Angelica listened to the rain hitting the ceiling as she flicked a glance upwards, seeing the droplets just faintly glinting against the candlelight on the glass ceiling... Truthfully, it was beautiful. Angelica stood by, looking at her mistress and getting just close enough so that she her mistress knew she could hear her in her normal tone of voice. Angelica could, of course, hear her from much further away from here she was. But it was easier for her them both if she was at least this close. She listened to her speak and she smiled just a little at her comments. Sure, she would have to fight enemies stronger than the demon in front of her. But hey, it's like she had the whole world in the palm of her hand, right?... At least, that's how it may seem to most. To Angelica, she could think of far worse. But really outside of food and clothing, she didn't need much. Not really anymore. For someone who called her pet she was a little wary of what a reward could be. She certainly had ideas, of course, seeing her attire. And although Angelica wasn't one to stereotype, she knew that it had a factor in what these rewards may be. Her body language was screaming it. If there was one thing she was good at, it was reading intentions. But even if she were the most ignorant girl in the world she could read this woman. She wore it on her sleeve... In a way, she admired that. But at the same time, in a purely hypothetical sense, if the way her new mistress was looking at her was looking at someone she was supposed to guard, she would have her hand on her blade.
That being said, this was a woman she was guarding. She was her mistress, and so she did nothing. Short of raising an eyebrow at her as she stared. The look didn't really bother her, personally. When she was looked up and down she smiled just slightly. "Do you like what you see, mistress?" She inquired. Her voice perhaps slightly playful. She could have meant the statement any number of ways, such as was she satisfied with her stature as a guard... Or something else. It's difficult to read her intention past her guard. She chose not to respond to the comment about her biting hard, though she almost laughed. For a multitude of reasons. Angelica wasn't quite certain about sitting right beside her on the loveseat, although she did approach. She wasn't going to disobey an order from her mistress. However, she sat on the closest loveseat nearby instead. "Certainly mistress... I'm not" She said, it did remind her of her mortality, particularly with this demon. Which brought up another interesting point. if she stuck with her for a long time... Then would she simply grow old while her mistress stayed young? That was peculiar thought indeed. "I certainly don't feel any younger after that cage, either." She added with some amusement. "No... I'm not hungry" Not for the reasons that she might think. She had a small amount of food and water, enough to get her by. But not enough for her to keep all her strength up, and certainly not enough to keep her sated. The reason she wasn't hungry was a simple one - she had become accustomed to a lack of food. "Thank you, though, mistress... This is a beautiful castle, how did you come by it?" She inquired. rubbing her wrists a little bit absently. There wasn't wounds, she was resilient enough that the chains didn't bite into her. However, after that much weight they were quite sore. |
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Posted: Wed Apr 12, 2017 5:56 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2017 5:12 pm
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XOXOX
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Angelica almost jumped when her mistress burst out in laughter. Truthfully, again, it caught her off guard. She assumed that it wasn't a entirely rare event to have happen, and she resolved to be a bit more on guard. Or maybe just get used to it. Whichever came first. She smiled a bit. Either way, she would defend her mistress as was her job. But she was glad that she didn't mind her. Sometimes, she enjoyed talking. It was nice to have to censor herself when she felt the want too... Well, at least minimally not censor herself. She didn't really have much to censor to begin with. But she did have her moments she supposed. "A little fight in a guard is never a bad investment" She says. She almost blushed a little as her mistress mentioned that she was admiring how she held herself. She didn't know any other way to hold herself, part of the good thing of being a guard was that it wasn't something she had to concern herself with. How to carry yourself to attract a lover, how to carry yourself to attract attention, how to carry yourself to show your dominance... None of those had affected her. The only type of carry herself that Angelica ever had to do, was carry herself in a way to protect without even having to fight. With confidence, and certainty. And how to press that onto someone else to stop them from trying something. To crush them with a presence. And that was it... It wasn't meant to be attractive, in fact in a manner of speaking it had the opposite intention. But she liked it? Really? Angelica, for once, didn't comment on this as she took her seat at the loveseat.
Angelica noticed the change in her mistresses demeanor when she took her seat. It gave her pause. Was it really that big of a deal that she didn't sit right next to her? She was still sitting NEXT To her, just not right beside her. She sat in the closest loveseat she could. Fortunately it seems her question was well placed, because in an instant her mistresses demeanor changed again to delight, and it was in that instance that Angelica realized what she wasn't understanding. Her mistress was similar to a dark child, in a much larger body, with significantly more personalities, and significantly more power. And that made her both more and less dangerous. Less dangerous because she realized that it wouldn't be a terrible task to redirect her attention, but also more dangerous because that made her infinitely less predictable. But this was her mistress. And that was fine... Even as she listened to what she did. The perfect companions was it..? Angelica could see both the bad and the good in that. The bad, because in a way she was part of what was keeping that business open. And she had seen some of the things that had happened there... But however, good. Because it also meant that the slavers had to hold up at least a decent manner of treatment. And, she knew that some of those slaves could be in there for years... Whether she was matching them or not, there would be slaves. But since she was matching them, it also meant that there was a far greater chance that they would be taken. At least there was something working towards them getting adopted, and that was something that Angelica could understand. She chose to look more towards the good in this case. It wouldn't do her any good to focus on the bad outside of acknowledging that they were there. She chose not to comment on what she did, simply because she wasn't certain what to say about it. She wouldn't let it get in the way of her job, and it had little reason to even if it did get in the way. But she had an idea that this was the source of her enemies. And so she had better be ready to defend it.
She decided she made the right choice saying that she wasn't hungry, although she chose not to elaborate on why she wasn't hungry, which wasn't so much that she was well fed as her stomach had grown accustomed to minimal amounts of food. For the simple reason that violence wasn't something she enjoyed per say. She enjoyed protecting her mistress, but beating someone up for something so small wasn't something that she cared to do. However it was worth saying "Cocky indeed, mistress. Though I believe his cronies would deserve it more" The only thing that he technically did wrong was letting his cronies do what they liked. Which was bad by itself, because sometimes a leader needed to keep his people in line. Or at least try. But the cronies were worse than he was almost. All the same, she didn't want some form of vengeance on him. Not personally, but it was worth mentioning for the sake of the others in the warehouse. She'd seen what the guards did to those who couldn't stand up for themselves. "It is worth mentioning that you may wish to check up on the slave house though. Damaged property minimizes its value" She says. She was fine, because she could defend herself. Many of the slaves couldn't, and though physical abuse wasn't terrible, she had seen guards throw water on slaves to keep them awake when they were going to fall asleep for little reason other than sport, make slaves plead for their food, that sort of thing. Nothing that she cared to remember. But something that might be worth bringing up to this woman. Maybe she could do something about it. Though she mentioned no specifics, it would be fun to allow her to find out on her own. It certainly wouldn't be hard. "You can ask the slaves, they'll tell you gladly I'm sure" She adds. She knew that there was physical problems there as well, though they were fewer than she might have imagined. And so she decided the best bet was to allow her mistress to correct things if she chose to. Again, it wasn't so much that there wasn't a reason to punish him, but Angelica took no pleasure in mindless violence. Lessons seemed more up her mistresses alley.
Well... If I am going to be here, I may as well get to know the one who is all to in charge of my fate . She decided as she leaned forward just slightly "So, mistress... What kind enemies do you have? What should I be aware of?" She inquired. She didn't want to probe to much into her mistresses life. Such things could often go awry she had learned. But there were some things that she needed to know, and that was definitely amongst them. And it would help to know what was considered to powerful for her mistress.
Talking - #48CCCD / Thinking - #bbaaaa
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Melody_The_Grim Tahdah! Her template! biggrin I think I'm still getting used to it but it looks nice. Yes!~ Puritans. They ban people over really simple things, like the site says to keep things PG-13 but honestly anything above PG is usually enough for them to drop some kind of ban hammer. It's really dumb -.- She is very awkward! Hehe, she's loyal! But she's got a little bit of bite to her sometimes. :> I like your mistress, she's wonderful. :3 |
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Posted: Thu Apr 13, 2017 6:29 pm
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☽I love it when my playthings have a little fight in them☾
Melody was beginning to really enjoy Angelica's presence. "If I had known that you were a companion on the market sooner I would of snatched you up a long time ago! You are a keeper I have decided and tomorrow we are going out and getting you all of the necessities because you are not going anywhere!" Her excitement got the best of her as her right eye lit up in it's purple flame and she lifted off of the loveseat a few feet. "Oops! That happens sometimes." She almost seemed embarrassed as she dropped herself onto the cushion, bouncing a few times until the springs finally settled down. Her hand came up to extinguish he flame in her eye for the second time that night before she trained her 'award winning' smile back on the girl. How did she not get snatched up sooner. She is everything any respectable Master or Mistress needs. She is sassy, calm, easy to look at, and a protector. That fits the billet of almost everyone who has come through my clubhouse... Is Benny hiding good companions from me?" This thought sent a note of agitation through her but she would let it slide until she went back to work in a week. After all there was no sense in ruining a good night... Or morning since a quick glance at the clock told her it was twelve thirty in the morning. Surely her pet was tired, but she didn't want to stop the conversation now... They could just sleep in tomorrow. It's not like they were going to do to much after all.
Talking - ##bb3344 /Thinking - #6688bb
Her attention was brought back to the girl when she started to speak, one of her eyebrows lifting in interest to what her pet was saying. "So you are saying that it isn't my little Ben-Ben that is the problem it's his underlings. Hmm that means he doesn't have as much control of them as he told me he did. Tomorrow before we go shopping we will pay a visit to his little shop of horrors no doubt. He is supposed to treat the companions like you would a pet so that they re healthy and at least content when they meet their new Master or Mistress. But, from what you say and the look in your eye that is not the case. We will talk to the Slaves and see their living conditions... I thought that they had been looking rather scrappy and you look as if you haven't had a proper bath in days... He is not upholding his end of the deal." Her voice her dark as she spoke and a flash of anger marred her features. She and Benny's father had come to an agreement when he was but a young lad starting up a slave shop. The agreement had stated that as long as he produced quality companions to please her clients she would make him her main business partner and offer him her protection from the law. Right now his own son seemed to be trying to break that deal even if it was unintentional. He was supposed to keep his employees in check and he was not.
As quickly as the darker mood had come upon her it left, leaving behind her usual happy-go-lucky self. There as no use getting angry now when she would have tomorrow to do so. "My enemies you ask?" She thought on how much to tell the girl for the moment before deciding to be foreword with her. "Well there are the usual enemies. Competing Slave shops that don't like that my business partners are getting all of the work leaving them virtually nothing, you see those were the shops that were grungy and the owners had terrible attitudes. Potential Masters and Mistresses that were seeking companions for the wrong reasons such as stress relief through beatings, profit from having them do sweat shop labor, and a plethora of other reason. I help find Companions not Slaves, like you are a companion not a Slave... Though I do love that collar on you. Maybe I will get you a cushioned silk lined one so that it doesn't chafe over time." She glanced down at the collar that hugged her Pet's neck before continuing. "And, then there are other Demons who are mad at me because I abandoned my position of power in the underworld... So yes the usual enemies that one might have. I think you can handle them however with my help. If you would allow it I could enchant your clothing and your sword to give you a leg up and I could even find a way to fabricate some kind of charmed item to enhance your abilities just a smidgen. I can tell just from your scent that you are much more than you appear." Her last statement was said almost endearingly as she stood up nd offered her hand to the girl to take. "Come now it is late and you are no doubt tired. You can bathe and I will find you something to wear. I promise not all of my clothes are nearly as revealing as these."
☽It makes play time more fun❣☾
Marshmallow Pouf I knew I should of made her picture longer! Oh well you used it beautifully! And who knows if my skills get better I may even upgrade it XD. I may not be the best writer but I know my asthetics! Wow... I guess it makes sense because they used Gaia and their manga/comics use a lot of religious undertones. Whelp I have never been banned before so I must be doing something right! I love your awkward baby! She is so sassy and I have never done a roleplay like this where the Slave was sassy! I didn't know that I wanted it until you brought Angelica around! Though I must admit something. I had never intended for Melody to be so sporadic. In fact she was just supposed to be cheerful yet serious but I guess she didn't want that lD |
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2017 4:29 pm
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XOXOX
OXOXO
XOXOX
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Although there was much about this mistress that Angelica didn't understand, she knew that she hadn't gotten a poor luck of the draw with her. She wasn't going to simply be a pleasure slave... Not that she would have been either way. That would bode poorly for whoever expected that of me anyways. Angelica thought dryly. She wasn't blind. Well, in a matter of speaking. She knew how she was. She didn't understand romance. Making love. Those concepts were lost on her. She'd only had one real experience with it, but that was something that she didn't care to remember. Needless to say, it wasn't her forte. That being said there wasn't a doubt in her mind that something like that was somewhere on her mistresses agenda. She just hoped that it wouldn't be to prevalent, or that maybe she would find a different slave to satisfy her like that. Probably not. If monogamy existed with slaves, she seemed the type that might follow it. But she could hope... Not that she disliked this mistress. That wasn't the case. She just wasn't sure about her yet. And so once more, Angelica was uncertain how to respond about the possibility of her being snatched up earlier. She kept her reaction somewhat neutral when her mistress floated and her eye ignited. That wasn't something she expected at all. Initially, and perhaps grimly, her first thought was that she wouldn't want her one eye that she had left to do that. But part of her was amused. Is this what happened when she was excited? She settled on a somewhat neutral response, a bit of the amusement she was feeling creeping its way into her tone. She let it do so. She didn't want to make this mistress dislike her, and thought it might be nice. "I'm honored, mistress... Thank you." She said graciously. She was grateful certainly, and was happy that she had another chance to find somewhere else to be. "For what it's worth, I don't need much" She says with a small shrug. Honestly she would have been fine with what she had. She didn't need any kind of armor, she didn't need any more weapons... Clothes didn't matter much to her, the most important thing about them to her was that she could move unhindered in them. Although she had learned to dress well, after all she had been a guard, in a manner of speaking she was an ornament was much as a weapon. Looking good was a part of her job description, as far as she was concerned. Not necessary, but still. To that extent, perhaps another outfit or two. That's all she needed, though. The chains she had come here with would be more than sufficient for a training tool.
Her musings were cut short as her mistress continued their conversation, playing off of what she said on the slave keeper. Good. She was happy that the issue was going to be addressed. Her mistress was more humane than she appeared, at least right now. She seemed to genuinely care for the other slaves in the warehouse, and Angelica was a firm believer of the idea that you can tell someone's character by now they treat those beneath them, not those equal to them. After all, she was a guard. She had been beneath people her whole life. And she learned wonders of people by how they treated her. Even if it was a motivation that was oriented primarily by money, wanting to maximize the investment of the slaves, and so they were fed reasonably cared for, that was fine. Money was not a terrible motivator when it lead to humane conditions... Somehow, Angelica doubted that was simply all of it. Perhaps it wasn't even a major part of it. Angelica felt a bit more respect towards her mistress for this.
There it is again Angelica noted, watching her mistresses demeanor change at the tip of a hat as some would say. In a manner of speaking it was a feat that was rather impressive, in her opinion. How one could have such a wide range of emotions on the surface, and yet not become invested in them so much that a simple change of topic can change the entire mood in a heartbeat. It was different, but good to know that her mistress wouldn't be the type to brood over everything. Actually, her mistress didn't seem the type to do to much about anything from anything. Not in a lack of action sense, but most people seemed to have actions associated with emotions before they could release them. Some shouted or lashed out physically from anger before they could find respite. Some brooded for hours, days even with the right reason, some stayed happy until something shook them off their horse. Her mistress didn't seem to need any of these things. She simply... Was. It was something Angelica hadn't seen before. And she'd seen many kinds of people. She focused her attention on her mistresses words, listening to them carefully. This would be what affected her job the most, after all. She smirked a bit at her mistresses comment about her collar.
In a way she was proud of it, it had so many different colors woven into it. A sign and testament to what little the guards knew of her life. It was tight so she couldn't get a finger under it, even if she could she couldn't remove it. It was made to be that way. She wouldn't have bothered to ask her mistress to take it off forever, and honestly it didn't bother Angelica. It wasn't so tight she couldn't breathe. In fact, it was fine. It didn't move when she moved, so it didn't chafe much. It was fine the way it was to her. Though she knew that she hadn't had a chance to really move since the collar had been placed around her neck. Perhaps it would chafe when she did. She wouldn't mind a new one. She found that her ideas about her mistress were proved correct. She was concerned about the humanitarian aspect of the slaves conditions, and where they would be going. "It would be my pleasure, mistress" She said. Like her blade, many of responses were double bladed. On one, it could be a simple compliment or statement, on the other it could be received as a more sarcastic sort of statement. Angelica favored these kinds of responses, after all they let her gauge the persons character and were difficult to prove one way or another.
She continued to listen to her mistress and felt a sort of grim amusement. It was true, demons weren't something she had to fight. After all, many of her enemies were human... Some were more, other slaves chosen for their combat prowess, or the occasional assassin. None had been a match for Angelica, it wasn't to them that she lost her eye. But she wasn't quite certain she'd ever fought with a demon. The only question was, how powerful was her mistress? If they were to strong for her, would it have to be a combined effort to defeat their foes? Or was she sufficiently more powerful than her mistress that she could defend her by herself, with her mistress ideally having to do minimal work. If it wasn't that way, Angelica would do her best to make it so. She preferred to be able to do things on her own, if possible. It was easier for her mistress. And herself. She doubted that she was stronger than her mistress, however, so chances were that would be unlikely. Maybe physically she was, she might even be faster. She had a strong resistance to magic, as a result of her own. But she knew from the beginning that strength and speed meant little in the end. They were simply a base. Cunning, planning, strategy... Vision. These were all things that turned a battle. And she had no idea what her mistress was capable of. Granted, that went both ways, but all the same. She rather disliked the idea of anything being done to her blade, however. And she wouldn't have the luxury of choosing what clothes she was battling in... A charmed item was feasible. However, that meant that she had to show her mistress what she could do so that enchantment could be effective.
Part of her didn't want to reveal what she could do to her mistress, but that was a childlike sense deep down inside somewhere. Realistically, she knew that if her mistress didn't know then it would be detrimental to both of them. Her mistress wouldn't know how to work off of her, and she didn't know what she couldn't handle. She was bought to be a guard, and she would do everything she could to make this successful. She would have to show her mistress sometime, but that wasn't now. A small smile crossed her lips when her mistress spoke in the endearing tone, that was endearing, huh... It was intimidating to most. But it wasn't an unpleasant change of pace. She was bout to respond to the idea of an enchanted item when her mistress dismissed the last bit of the conversation with a new one. Angelica wasn't really tired. In her cage all she could really do was sleep. But at the same time, a bath would definitely not be unpleasant. Though the idea of wearing her mistresses clothes was an odd concept... Angelica was by no means small, but she knew her bodies dimensions. She also knew that both her waist and her chest weren't that close to her mistresses... Particularly her bust. That should be interesting. "Thank you again, mistress... That would be welcome" She said, choosing not to mention the difference in their clothing sizes and instead show her gratitude towards the thought. And also, a bath. That sounded heavenly.
However, this time she did take her mistresses hand. She knew it would be rude to not, and that aside she had already skimmed around her earlier by sitting where she did. This was simple. Her mistresses hand was warmed beneath hers. She could feel it through her glove, and she stood up. Releasing her mistresses hand when she was standing. She made sure to put minimal force on her mistresses arm, standing up almost entirely through her legs and core. Only enough force so that her mistress would know that she was there, a very, very faint tug. She didn't know her way around the castle, and so she nodded to her mistress. "Please, mistress. Lead the way... I will be right behind you" She added. She would have to learn the layout of this vast castle as quickly as she could, fortunately, mapping unfamiliar environments was a quintessential part of her daily life. She was certain she could do it... She'd get started on it as soon as she had a chance to. But this would be a good place to start.
Talking - #48CCCD / Thinking - #bbaaaa
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Melody_The_Grim Her picture is fine~ :3 It's nice to see it trail kind of, it looks nice. Very poetic in a way. smile Oh! Hehehe, I didn't mean it was literally run by puritans. I mean I guess it kind of is, I wouldn't be surprised, but it's just my way of saying they've got something stuck a little to far in a place it shouldn't belong. They're really tight about things that I don't feel like are that significant. x.x Aww, hehe. She's kind of sassy maybe sorta sometimes~ She has her moments. That's totally fine that she's sporadic! I actually really like it. Angelica works best around this kind of personality. ^^ Sorry she didn't say much though. D: I wasn't certain what to say. She won't be terribly vocal immediately but she'll start talking more as things go in in inquiries and such, or as she's asked questions. Right now she's more nonverbal. ^^" |
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