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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 10, 2018 12:13:41 GMT -5
Chase smiled. "I'm taking you because I don't want to leave you here. If I wanted to make you see how good you have it, I would put you up for auction as a rental, because I refuse to give you away yet." He led Khadim down the hallway, and then down another until he stopped by another set of doors. A human there blinked once, and opened up one of the doors. It had the same skeleton as the Holding Room, but much nicer and well-kept. The supernaturals in the cells looked over curiously, mostly because of Khadim. The human followed them in, saying "Kala told me that she'd picked cell 15 for you, sir. Speck is ready to go." Chase simply nodded, walking up to one of the cells. Sitting in it was what looked to be a normal human, with black skin and a fluffy afro. He was normal, except for his golden, slit-pupil eyes and slick horns erupting from his head like ram horns. "Kala made a good choice. You've been cooperative lately." Speck smiled slightly, but it was strained. "Are there any butchers at this auction, sir?" The creature let out a sigh of relief when Chase shook his head, moving to open up the cell. Speck stood up, raising a brow when he noticed a lack of collar on Khadim.
"He is new, Speck, and a Djinn. We don't see the collar unless he wants us to." Speck didn't do much else except for touching his own collar, which had his name on the tag. Whether it was his real name or not. Chase led them both out of the home, out into the open where a car was waiting. He let Speck and Khadim go in first before taking the driver's seat and leaving the property. The drive was silent, lasting no more than ten minutes before he pulled up to a crowded establishment. Finding parking in reserved space, he got out and waited for his two guests to as well, leading them into the building once they left the car. After being let in, they were greeting with a loud, but not necessarily rowdy setting. Full of humans, and their supernaturals. Chase led them to where the lineup was, signing Speck in and telling him to stay there. He then led Khadim to where the seating was for those either buying or just watching. The only reason he was there was because he technically set that particular auction up, and maybe to end up buying someone that caught his eye.
First up was a small woman who was said to be a shapeshifter, demonstrating by changing into a cat, tiger and monkey. Chase snorted, watching boredly as people started naming prices, the poor soul ending up with a creepy-looking man he knew as Gabriel, who owned a supernatural zoo, and wasn't a nice zookeeper. And down the line they went. Orcs, werewolves and even a few rarities like a phoenix and a satyr. Speck eventually was auctioned off too, to a lady that Chase knew to own a club, where Speck would probably end up working. There were a few deaths during the event though, some stupid individuals trying to run off at the sight of who they'd been sold to, which ended up with them being shot or beaten where they were. Not that he cared. Sighing, he watched as what was said to be an elemental was brought up, watching the young man show off a breath if flames. Chase chuckled in amusement as the circus-owning Damon was a frequent bidder. Glancing over at Khadim, he asked "You obviously dislike me. Would you like for me to sell you? Look around."
If one looked around, Khadim was getting a lot of attention. People went to school, along with regular classes, to study the identification of tons of supernaturals, and Djinn were indeed a rarity. And the people who were eyeing him did not look like the friendliest of souls.
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Mar 10, 2018 12:34:21 GMT -5
Khadim didn't respond to this. He was too disgusted by the way he was being spoken of, as though he was little more than a possession to be brought and sold. He'd known that here that was his role, but he felt a rush of bile every time he was reminded. He set his jaw again, the anger heating back up but followed without a word as they went to pick up the one who would be auctioned off today before continuing to the car.
He didn't speak during the car ride either, nor as they found their seats. He was on high alert, though, his gaze flitting between the humans around him. His kind weren't native to this part of the world and so those who were were always a little fascinated by him. That was just as true for humans as other supernatural creatures. But with other supernaturals, at least he knew they were one and the same. Their fascination was curious and friendly, with only a few exceptions. The humans were greedy in their interest. Predatory. He felt as exposed as he ever had and if he'd been able, he'd have bolted long before now. True to his word, however, he stayed.
"Hmm?" he said, glancing at Chase for a split second. "No, I don't suppose I want to be sold. I know things could be worse for me, I'm not stupid and I've heard the stories of what happens to people like me if they end up in a bad place." Relatively speaking, of course. He wasn't exactly in a good one. "But that doesn't mean I'd prefer to stay with you. I've heard the stories about you, too."
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 10, 2018 13:24:35 GMT -5
Chase laughed softly. "You do prefer to stay with me, be sure if you didn't you would have let me sell you, or just run off already. You prefer to stay with me because you know what will happen if you try to leave, or if you end up with anyone else here." He turned back to the auctions going on, Chase even participating, basically ending the auction of a werecat (no one dared to annoy him.) The small man was brought over to him, and Chase pulled him closer by his collar to look at his tag. "Norman. Did your previous owner let you keep your name?" The werecat nodded, then simply over to sit by Khadim when told to do so, the slim man sniffing at the Djinn curiously, electric-blue eyes studying him before looking around. After two hours, the event ended and everyone began to leave. Chase got up, Norman immediately getting up too. "You two stay here. I need to go check on something."
The only reason they were allowed to be out of his company was because there were guards watching them like hawks. Norman looked around nervously, bright eyes studying everything before he asked Khadim "How have you not been punished yet? I don't see your collar." The werecat hadn't yet seen a Djinn before, and was not aware of what they could do. He didn't say anything else, as if talking to Khadim would get him in trouble. And they continued to be alone until Chase returned almost twenty minutes later, looking a bit annoyed. Huffing, he signaled for the two to follow aa he simply walked to leave the building. "We're going to the Arena next, boys. I need the entertainment." And soon they were traveling again, to the giant dome that was the Arena, full of bloodshed on both sides.
Chase led the way in through a less crowded entrance, owning the place meaning he got his own entrance and exit. He then took his two creatures up to a balcony that overlooked the large field, sitting down in one of the seats. Norman was also allowed to sit in one of the chairs, but for Khadim the instruction was given to sit on the floor and watch. Not five minutes passed before the first two contenders entered the field, two shapeshifters trying to find a weakspot to bring down their opponent. As Chase watched, he spoke to Khadim "Since you've heard stories about me, surely you know I opened this place up? I've also been known to throw in my own supernaturals, should they prove to be just the right amount of disrespectful. So come tomorrow, I do hope you prove to be a little more cooperative with me. Maybe you still have the chance to end up like Norman, who got to keep his name, which you still haven't given me at all."
Honestly, though he showed no sign of it, Chase was angry with Khadim. From the moment the Djinn denied knowledge of his name, he'd wanted to toss him into the Arena or sell him to Liam for a meal. Still, he maintained the rule that no disrespect would be penalized on the first day of a supernatural staying with him. Heaving an annoyed sigh, he turned away to watch the fighting, watching as a lion tried to pin down a large bull and its sharp, swinging horns. "You're very lucky that I like challenges. The idea of breaking you motivates me to even keep you in my sights. And believe me, I play to win."
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Post by π¨π°ππ₯π¦π― π΄πΆπ― on Mar 11, 2018 15:03:06 GMT -5
"I'd prefer to stay alive," Khadim corrected. "Staying with you is a means to that end." Which, of course, meant that Chase wasn't wrong. He wasn't sure what frustrated him more, that Chase managed to read him so well over and over again or that he managed to stay so unreadable himself. Khadim could usually figure people out quickly, and no doubt without that skill he'd be a blind man in the dark when it came to Chase, but even with it he felt as if he were grasping at straws most of the time. He couldn't help his relief when the object of his anger walked away, even if it was to leave him with a just acquired were cat who seemed terrified to even look at him.
"I'm wearing it," he said at the question, unsurprised and yet still annoyed by the question. To demonstrate, he dropped the illusion, relishing the weight off his shoulders. It was exhausting to keep up, something he'd barely noticed thanks only to his foul mood. He hadn't had a chance to think about it. Now, though, it took him a little too long to rebuild it. He should have practiced this skill more, he thought. Then he wouldn't be forced to soon choose between pride and the only upper hand he had. He had some hours left, and after recollecting his strengths, he'd be able to start over. "I doubt that's why, though," he added. Such an obvious display or arrogance and defiance surely didn't go unpunished just because he'd technically done as told.
The were-cat didn't speak again, and Khadim didn't either. He wasn't interested in bonding time with this creature. He didn't think attachments were wise, not at a time like this. Like everything, they'd simply be turned against him. He didn't say anything when Chase returned either, though he did follow back to the car and then into the arena. Once there, he continued to follow instructions. Well. Almost. He did take a seat on the floor, but he didn't face the arena. He found no joy in bloodshed, but that wasn't why. He refused to turn his back against the man who held him here. He stretched his legs out in front of him, crossed his ankles and leaned back against the railing of the balcony. For someone so open about his fear, he certainly looked comfortable. Any blow his pride had taken from this treatment was hidden far beneath the surface.
"Cooperate? With you?" He scoffed, then shook his head. "I sincerely doubt it. You've researched my kind. You must know we're not sticklers for the rules. What makes you think your rules are the exception?"
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Post by Smokey Feather on Mar 12, 2018 16:54:43 GMT -5
Chase laughed softly. "My rules are the exception because you know what I can do to you if you disobey. You're a Djinn, a very rare creature to this area. However, I am not above punishing you. You'd still look handsome without a finger or two, or a few cuts on your body, hm?" He smiled at Khadim before putting his attention back on the fighting, watching as the lion switched out for a polar bear, biting at the bull's legs and causing it to grunt in annoyance, swinging its horns. The bear was cut deep on its shoulder, then proceeded to be stepped on multiple times by the bull. Chase watched as the bear's body shuddered to a stop, people coming to drag it away to be replaced by a other contender. "And I'm also sure that I can find you a good opponent in the arena. You're worth a lot, but it isn't like losing you would be much of a loss except that I become absent of one piece in my collection. If I really wanted, I could sell you and have my Collectors leave to find another Djinn for me. Hopefully one with a little more manners." It was a very good thing he had the Arena to keep him calm, or else Chase would not be as casual as he was now.
As an orc stepped out into the Arena, bulky form causing the shapeshifter to fidget slightly, Chase studied them as they sized each other up. It was hard to piece an orc's skin, so the shifter was in for a challenge. "Humans have done what they have because if we hadn't, supernatural creatures would've enslaved us. We simply beat you to it first, plain and simple." He then went quiet for a while, proceeding to ignore anything Khadim might've done or said for at least ten minutes. When the time passed, he sighed softly. "Aside from my rare cruelty, I'm known for setting supernaturals free every now and then, and I don't do it if they're rude and constantly butting heads with me. If you cooperate, perhaps I will let you go unharmed one day, as I free some of my collection because I like them and know it will make them happier. I know you'd rather be free, far away from me. And if you at least relent even a little how you are now it will happen to you too." He knew Khadim would never express or even feel anything positive toward him, even if Chase one day felt something more.
He shook his head slightly, still watching the fight. "So, I insist that you try and cooperate. It could very well mean your freedom. Escaping will do you no good, as I will find you or have you found. Killing me will do you know good, as my family will have you found and killed. Your best and only bet is to try and show more respect than you have been, which has been next to none, alright? Take my words how you wish, as I now regret nothing after telling you. Remember what I said earlier? Your goal is to get a name on that tag. Whether it's your own or another depends on how cooperative and respectful you are." Chase then went quiet again, once again ignoring Khadim and trying to content himself with the fight, which soon ended with the orc pulling a jaguar apart.
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