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Post by Narrator on Jun 7, 2009 12:20:38 GMT -6
The evening heat rolls over the crowded market. The myriad of smells of the market permeate everywhere. Fresh desert flowers, baked goods, roasting meat, pungent civilians, hot metals to the vile festering sewers are fighting for dominance in the air. The shops are a buzz down the cramped street.
New shops that come and go in the market are always trying to compete against the established merchants who either run the competition out of town or squash them with better prices and higher quality merchandise. New vendors have set up shop despite the uneven dealings of the merchant guilds and the streets are full of quaint little gems waiting to be discovered.
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Illyon
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Post by Illyon on Jul 24, 2009 16:50:13 GMT -6
Illyon leads the Succubus to an established, well-to-do shop. Selected slaves stand outside, displaying themselves to the best of their advantage. To judge from the circles under their eyes and hollowness of their cheeks, they've been at this for days.
"This is Master Rikter's primary shop," he murmurs to Valentine as they enter. "While he is one of my competitor's, the quality of his merchandise can't be disputed." He waves his hand to the better rested and fed slaves that lounge in the front, each displayed to their advantage. "They're trained in pleasing a number of demons, Leccubi among them."
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Post by Valentine on Jul 28, 2009 22:07:56 GMT -6
Valentine takes in the slaves outside silently, her gaze skipping from shadow ringed eyes to sunken cheeks. As they enter she nods to show she has heard the Marquis.
"I see," She replies, her voice only audible to him because of his nearness. "I suppose these indoors are the more valuable then?" Her golden eyes move over the merchandise pinning selected ones with their intensity as she looks them over.
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Illyon
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Post by Illyon on Apr 23, 2011 17:01:37 GMT -6
"Of course," the Devil Incubus says. "Those that reside outdoors are likely whatever Master Rikter doesn't wish to keep. They are well-trained enough not to run at the slightest provocation, and most are merely meant to draw in prospective buyers."
He leads the Ambassador past the slaves and inside. Various displays of wealth crowd the niches, and the slaves on display are wearing little more than ornate jewelry. Heavy gold and thick velvet seem to be the norm in this shop.
"As you can see, you are meant to be enticed by the displays," he continues, but Valentine can note a touch of disdain in his cultured voice.
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Post by Narrator on Apr 23, 2011 17:11:11 GMT -6
Almost immediately upon walking in, a small slave boy spots them and darts to the back. A few minutes later, a middle-aged Rachet Pe'ri walks out. His outfit is tailored to hide the paunch in his middle, and made of silk, velvet, and leather. He approaches the two Leccubi, smirking and looking very smug, and bows to Valentine.
"Ambassador LeNoir," he booms loud enough to be heard on the street, and straightens. "Such a pleasure to have you in my shop. And de Verrin, too? This is a surprise indeed! Has the good Marquis finally crawled out of his fine establishment long enough to recognize quality when he sees it? What can I do for you?"
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Post by Valentine on Apr 28, 2011 19:28:55 GMT -6
The Ambassador smiles and, inclines her head graciously. "It is good of you to see to us personally, Master Merchant. " Her eyes flick between the two males and her smile widens just the slightest bit.
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Illyon
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Post by Illyon on May 26, 2011 8:21:13 GMT -6
De Verrin doesn't even give as much as a nod to the slaver as his eyes pick over the slaves, though his tail twitches as though he were hiding a laugh.
"Ambassador LeNoir is in need of pets," he says, sounding almost bored. "I had thought to bring her here, as she is notoriously hard on her pets, and your merchandise is reputed to be quite hardy."
His eyes pick over the slaves on display, glittering and shining like jewels under glass.
"What do you have to offer?"
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Post by Narrator on May 26, 2011 8:28:31 GMT -6
The Rachet Pe'ri grins at Valentine, which wavers slightly at Illyon's words. He looks at the Incubus, as though not quite sure if he had been praised or insulted. Whatever conclusion he comes to, he hides it and gestures to one of the slaves.
"Bring our best out for show," he tells the boy, who responds with alacrity. He grins at the Leccubi. "Nothing less would do, of course."
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Post by Valentine on May 29, 2011 13:36:00 GMT -6
"You are too kind, Master Merchant." The Ambassador says with a demure smile. Her gaze follows the boy from the room, bright with speculation.
"His Excellency is right, I am afraid." She sighs, her eyes closing briefly. "The demands of my position do require me to be very active and thus can be a strain on my pets. I am considering alternatives but I have not had the time to speak to the Lord Chancellor yet." She lifts her head and smiles at Riktor, her eyes wide.
"Your slaves are familiar with the Leccubi culture, of course?"
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