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[N K Cake]

(( Yay I got me a new page =w= ))

The nudge that was meant to move Nick off the stage came as too much of a surprise and a bit too strong for the boy, causing him to lose balance. Nicholas took a few quick steps forward in an attempt to regain his balance but then came to the very edge of the platform where he fell over it face-first. There was a dull thud in the near silent room as the small body struck the hard floor. Personally Nick could feel something warm start to run out of his nose and cover the floor under his face. His body, particularly his head, ached dreadfully and he began to tear up.

The assigned guardsman came over and grasped the boy's limp hands as he lay there and carelessly dragged him to one of the cages at the far right end of the stage. Nick was left laying down there in pain and locked up, the cell door slamming shut loudly at the same time a ruckus began on the stage. Nicholas was a little too disturbed to concentrate on whatever took place on stage now.

Nicholas slowly sat-up in his cage and rubbed his eyes while sniffling quietly. He only now realized his nose was bleeding, the taste on his lips could not be mistaken by anyone. Looking outwards from his cage it appeared that he had left a small trail of blood on the auction room floor where he had been dragged over. What he could not see was his nose and jaw completely covered in crimson, and it was dripping on the formal top he was wearing. The pain was retrieving slowly but surely, it remained as a stinging ache across his front.

'Raia, that's what he said her name was.' The single thought he could really manage now was about the same thing what had him distracted earlier. Nick tried to desperately see through his watery eyes the person who had apparently bought him, this fact he really paid no mind to but the one that his angel was taking him away.  

[fingerpuppet mafia]

[ that`s why Ciar chose Senryu. :3 because i figured something like this would happen. ]

Ciar`s face was a mask of untanglable emotions. Anger, excitement, pain, and something that was entirely inhuman. His side still ached from where the slave had kicked him, but pain was something that could be ignored. The foot managed to connect with the side of Ciar`s head, and a thin stream of blood began to run down the side of the male`s face. The Keshval barely even noticed, as he pinned the chain linking Senryu`s hands together with one foot.  

[Roytakashi]

((LMAO I would hope you picked him for that. Otherwise it's just his good looks))

Senryu felt a toe crunch as it connected with the side of the slaver's head and grunted in pain. He struggled to remove the foot from his chains and couldn't. He visibly gave up, breathing hard before growling through his teeth.  

[Eternal_PrinceOfFire]

Vaanathos continued to fan himself with his wings. "Well I certainly hope the auctioneer doesn't punish the other slaves too much. I don't want to buy damaged goods" he said.  

[SilentShadowDreamer]

Marcelius caught Vaanathos's comment, and resisted the teenagerish urge to roll his eyes. Although it was an understandable comment to make in some cases, Marcelius knew better than anyone that it didn't really apply here. Damaged goods did not mend. Damaged slaves did, most of the time - they were handy that way.

Instead of speaking, however, he contented himself with leaning back slightly in his seat and watching the idiot slave. Indulging in a saying that didn't hold much meaning for Keshval but that he heard the slaves use a lot, he thought, He's digging his own grave, I suppose. Someone take the shovel away from that boy before he digs right through the planet.

Already those Keshval that enjoyed a challenge (or so Marcelius figured) were watching with more interest. Marcelius, less interested in a challenge than in someone cheap, mentally wrote off this boy.  

[Roytakashi]

((Bumpeh))  

[iiGypsy_Jazz]

((I got nothing, until he's bid on crying ))  

[fingerpuppet mafia]

Feeling the slave`s exhaustion, Ciar was somewhat disappointed. He`d begun to get excited. " No. 2444156 . Healthy human male. Capable of large amounts of physical labor for a period of time. Aggressive. Minimum bid.. .. two hundred crystals. " He said, the words penetrating the somewhat quiet. " Any takers? " Some Keshval enjoyed violent slaves, those who were convinced there was an escape route. Ciar knew that Ailu had taken a liking to this one, and he hoped that someone else had as well, which would further increase the profit he`d make out of Senryu.  

[Roytakashi]

Senryu sighed and wondered what poor fool was going to buy him. It was depressing to think someone would be buying their own death.  

[Eternal_PrinceOfFire]

Vaanathos did not put up a bid. He wasn't interested in a slave that would try to kill him and attempt escape. Even though Vaanathos knew that his slave would never get away and would be punished with pain beyond imagination for the act, he still wasn't interested in someone like Senryu. They would take up too much of his time and energy. Vaanathos had many slaves from different creatures the Keshval enslaved. He wanted one that would be good and obedient so that they only took up the same amount of his time as all his other slaves.  

[Roytakashi]

((bumpeh....I wonder if mind will come and bid or if she quit the rp?))  

[MindxHunter]

((Don't wonder crap, or I'll kick your butt))

Ailu was watching the show most of the time, snickering at Ciar a little in the process until he was restrained and ready she called out "200" with a raise of her hand.  

[Roytakashi]

((*cowers* sorry))

Senryu glanced to see who bid on him and closed his eyes. Anyone but her please.  

[fingerpuppet mafia]

[ .. ..and there`s your answer. ]

Ciar smirked just a little. And he was right. Ailu had decided to bid on the boy. He gave her a tiny, acknowledging glance, before scanning the crowd again with scrutiny. He hoped another Keshval would rise to the bait, but more than a few didn`t like their slaves to be particularly high maintenance. Noticing that the boy had officially given up, Ciar dragged the slave to a standing position, pushing him forward to give the crowd a better view. " Going. ... .. going.. ... .. sold. To Ailu for two hundred crystals. " That was another one. Still, he wasn`t making nearly as much as he`d hoped, but maybe he`d be able to pump Vaanathos for more. Ciar knew the Keshval was rich and pompous, and any minimum that Ciar could set, Vaanathos could certainly meet.  

[Roytakashi]

Senryu growled, curling his lips back before swinging himself around with the chains approximately head lever with Ciar, hoping to catch him hard with the heavy chains.