((I dunno why, but I can't post in the first general rp thread.))
The life of a slave was one of numerous chores and tasks. As a Blood Bride, this is further compounded on days they are ‘rented’ to other masters, Caeris, more known as the Blood Bride Vermilion, accompanied one of her clients, the arms dealer Count Grimsaul.
As a Noxian arms dealer, Grimsaul dealt with many shady clients, and in addition to his usual chain-mail clad bodyguards, he also had Caeris play his escort and arm decoration, in addition to being a hidden bodyguard. Today was one such day, and Caeris was dressed up and made up in a long, backless and high slit dress, and flat heels, her face painted with thick make-up, to the Count’s taste in beauty.
They arrive at a warehouse near the markets, amidst bustling crowds; Grimsaul gave his consort her instructions.
“...We will go in first. When I call for you, you come in and do what you do best. It’s simple enough, understand?”
“Yes, my Count.” Caeris responded, with affection and a smile, then a passionate kiss; for to respond in a way that displeased the Count would result in a shock.
As Grimsaul and his two armored guards entered, Caeris did as she was told and waited outside. However, the bustling downtown streets of Noxus were far from quiet and lonely, and occasionally a few brave souls would come to the dreary markets and put on a small show. Conveniently they were close to the gypsy dancer, and as the music played she was drawn to it. And, since she was wearing an elegant street dress and scarf for a change, she didn’t fear appearing in public.
The Bride looked at the interior of the warehouse- the discussion so far seemed fine, and so she joined the street performers. Their music was basic and Noxian, mostly deep percussion but nonetheless had a rythm to it. She walked in mid song, and gave their lively tune a most elegant dance, to which the crowds and musicians smiled and cheered. Once they finished, a few generous passers-by contributed some coin to the musicians, while Caeris sat happily on a nearby public bench, having indulged her first artistic love in a rare moment of peace.
In the midst of the crowds in the streets, Nevin could be seen with a wolf pelt draped over his back. At the moment he was haggling with a trader about selling the said pelt.
"look two seventy-five is more then a fair price." Nevin said. he was clearly becoming short with the trader, because he was having a really hard time budging on the price
"Yeah and I need to make money on it too. I have to make a profit." The Grisly man responded. He was very determined and would not budge. Then again he would have to be, or he would not be in business.
"Yeah, I do too you know." Nevin commented before sighing "Look the lowest i can do is two twenty-five that is it" The offer had made the trader pause for a moment and think. It wasn't the best, but he knew that it would still be a good profit. Pelts still had a quick turnaround this time of season anyway.
"Alright you have a deal." The dealer finally said and started bringing out the gold and counting it. Eager to sell it Nevin pulled it from his back and set it on the table. "There two hundred and twenty five gold, it's all there" The dealer said, putting the gold in a small sack. "Thank you for your business." Nevin said, happy to have gotten it sold.
after He was done, he watched the musicians and dancers. One in particular did catch his eye. It was obvious that she was experienced with dancing. When she finished and took a seat, he decided to go over to her.
"Hello there, that was really good dancing you did there." He said to her with a smile
Caerys was always wary of strangers, especially men. But that he noticed her dancing first was a sign he may not have been completely vile. She slowly put her shoes on once more, not leaving immediately.
"Thank you. It was what I used to do before I came to this nation." She responded, rather flatly and with little enthusiasm, before looking around again.
On closer inspection it was clear she wore a collar- Noxians would recognize that she was a slave, albeit one that was dressed up and made up, as well as being in shape and had bright, dyed vermilion hair.
He had listened as she spoke. He had taken notice of her collar and had a few suspicions that she was a slave. However he decided not to ask right away, as he felt it would seem rude to ask and embarrassing, especially if he was wrong. "You are quite welcome, I haven't seen dancing that elegant in quite some time."
He sighed and took a seat on the opposite side of the bench, making sure to leave comfortable space between them. "I only moved here myself recently, I'm still finding my way around. So what brings you here to Noxus, and why don't you dance anymore?"
"It is because I am a slave, stranger. I come to Noxus under false pretenses, nearly killed myself and now I am the property of one who is stronger than I, until I prove myself strong again." She explained, rather bluntly. She was used to seeing people who were unfamiliar, even uncomfortable with the presence of slavery in Noxus.
"It has been a year now... but ah well. What business does a free man have with a Noxian slave..."
His brow furrowed slightly when he heard that she was in fact a slave. He was never fond of the idea of slavery. He felt that people should be free to choose their own paths. When she asked him her question, his face softened again and smiled.
"Oh no reason in particular. Just was admiring your dancing ability. Although i do find it....unusual that you are a slave. I was never a fan of slavery. My name is Nevin by the way."
"I am Ca-" Even after a year, the simple politeness of a stranger brought back Caerys's name, but her collar delivered a shock, reminding her who she was.
"The Blood Bride, Vermilion." She bowed, rather mockingly, as she does in the arena. She then takes a seat again, sighing, not noticing that her collar was now blinking. A new round of music playing also drowned out the collar's beeping sound.
He was surprised to say the least when the collar had shocked her. he did not expect that who ever was her master had that much control over her, just through the collar alone. He intently watched as she bowed, and spoke her name. As she took a seat again, he glanced at the now glowing collar. He was not sure if she knew it or not, but perhaps it was best to let her know.
"Pleasure to meet you miss Vermilion." He said, nodding his head slightly "Are you okay? that collar you have on seemed to have given you quite the shock. It's uh, blinking too, by the way."
"Blinking..." Caerys raised a brow, only now realizing her error. "Goddess, no!" She exclaimed, and quickly set off down the road towards the warehouse.
Any who followed her would come upon a scene of battle and carnage, as the middle-aged Count Grimsaul was on his back in the dimly lit warehouse, using his cane to defend himself and trip the zaunite dealers attacking him. Caerys rushed to his aid, leaping into the fray and using that dancer's grace to deliver quick leaping kicks- but the real danger was the contents of the container in the warehouse.
A large humanoid abomination, similar to Mundo, wearing a black iron mask, was tearing apart the Count's bodyguards. A creature wearing a tattered patient's robe, his arms ended not in hands but cruel meathooks, impaled in the bodies of the bodyguards. The armored men screaming in agony as this monster tore them limb from limb, their crossbows dealing miniscule damage...
He did not expect her to go so fast. For a brief moment he was just in shock at her sudden change. Then he felt concerned, wondering if she was okay. he sighed and got up to try and follow her, and find out if something was in fact wrong. He did not have to go far to find the answer however.
His jaw nearly dropped when he came upon the scene of battle. Zaunites? here? fighting? questions were forming in his mind, and not nearly enough time to answer them. One of the zaunites attempted to attack, which Nevin quickly punched his throat hard, causing their throat to collapse.
He had seen the zaunites attacking the count as well. Deciding to help him as well he threw out a few shards of ice towards the attackers, Impaling a couple of them through the head. Through the battle he saw the cruel abomination. Now that was something he never seen before. Attacking it himself would certainly not end well for him so he decided to search for Vermilion through the crowd and fighting.
"Vermilion? Vermilion!?" He called out for her. He spotted her through the crowd, defending the count. "Vermilion, what the hell is going on? why are Zaunites attacking?" he asked, while fighting and pushing off the attackers.
Caerys had no time to speak to Nevin, and he likely didn't have time to look- but this seedy, isolated warehouse away from the Noxian public had many newly moved containers. One of the containers had racks of weapons- traditional melee weapons and new firearms on display. On a nearby table light by a dim overhanging lantern were books and piles of silver and gold. The context would suggest an arms deal that went very bad.
The abomination had made short work of the crossbow guards, their limbs tossed into every corner of the warehouse, the ground slick with their blood and gore. It now eyed Vermilion and Nevin, for the Count had fled to a dark corner out of its line of sight.
"Vermillion! Subdue it!" He shouted, a command. Caerys sighed, looking at the creature- killing it was bad enough, but how to restrain it?
She saw the enemy zaunites' weapons scattered on the ground, and she quickly drew a pair of daggers from their sheathes.
She looked at Nevin. "...Need... to immobilize it..." She muttered, before moving into melee with the creature, dancing, rolling and tumbling around its massive meat-hooked limbs; she cut at the creature's joints, drawing violent growls and blood twice with each pass but barely seeming to register.
He had nodded at Vermillion. It would seem that this abomination is as tough as it looked. He grabbed a knife from his own jacked, and decided to go for the legs as well. As he tried to run through the creatures legs, it had brought down one of its arms to try and hit Nevin. it barely grazed him, but was enough to create a small gash on his left shoulder. Nevin had managed to roll through its legs, and cut the creature near the achilles heel. The creature still showed no sign of pain, but Nevin quickly felt the pain of his wound. grabbing his wounded shoulder dismissing the pain for now, he turned to Vermillion.
"If i can freeze its legs in place, will that give you the chance to finish it off?" He asked, still clutching his shoulder.
"Do it!" She responded harshly, wondering why he was even asking in the first place. Avoiding the creature's attacks was a tiring exercise, and it seemed only to get angrier as it came over to attack them, blood trailing in its footsteps. It swung madly at Nevin and Caerys's heads, the gladiatrix rolling once more only to hit a container box. Desperately, she clung onto the creature's needle riddled arm painfully for a few moments, rather than have a meat hook in her gut.
"right" he quietly said, and started closing his eyes. It was a while since he would create such a large amount of ice, and the injured shoulder was not helping. He breathed out deeply and opened his eyes. 'well here goes...' he muttered. He brought both his hands up, and ice crystals started flowing through the air towards the monster. At first the monster did not seem affected, still thrashing about wildly. After a few seconds, ice started building up around its legs and arms. Nevin was visibly struggling to keep it up, arms visibly shaking and blood dripping from his wound.
Soon the creature was beginning to struggle under the deep cold and weight of the ice. Its feet nearly completely planted and arms struggling. It would be a good time to attack, maybe even shatter parts of its body. Nevin couldn't keep up the ice and stopped, clutching his wound again.
The frost attack slowed the creature down, even causing it to go from roaring to shivering for an instant. Taking this opportunity, Caerys climbed onto its back and, because it had to be 'subdued', she promptly unplugs the combat drug feed that went from a container in its torso to its head. The creature finally calmed down, as the stimulants rapidly burned out in the abomination's metabolism.
The creature collapsed to the ground, alive- though what kind of life was in store for it was horrible to think of. It slowly struggled to get up, but Count Grimsaul came out from hiding and immediately latched a large metal collar onto its neck.
"Count, are you alrig-" Caerys's question was met with a backhand to her face from the arms dealer.
"DO I LOOK ALRIGHT, YOU B*** SLAVE? WHERE WERE YOU WHEN I CALLED FOR YOU?!" He shouted, his voice filled with bitterness and bile, as he took a drink of a healing potion. His right eye was shut and blackened, his body covered in bruises.
"I am sorry, Count, I was...AUUGH!" Caerys began apologizing, when the Count brought out some kind of device and pressed a button... that immediately delivered a painful shock to the woman, causing her to collapse immediately, writhing on the ground. The pain was exceptionally clear on Caerys's face, her eyes rolling up and her mouth gasping for air as her neck was forcefully constricted by electro-chemical shocks. She could not even scream as the air was immediately sucked out of her lungs by this torturous device.
"NO EXCUSES FROM YOUR MOUTH! I'M REPORTING THIS TO SYLVIA! Be glad I actually paid for you, lest I'd beat you senseless myself! And who is this fellow? a fan of yours? or another client?! I'm thankful for the help, really, but It's still my turn with Vermilion, boy." He said, his attention finally falling on the mage who had offered them assistance, his scarred old face twisted into a sneering frown.
He even produced a small bag of coins and a healing potion for Nevin, for his 'trouble'.
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