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Post by Atsuko on Feb 20, 2015 2:39:42 GMT -6
Practically the very first day back on Vegeta, and Kimiko's parents had dragged her along to go "shopping" for Tuffle Slaves. It was no secret that they partake in such acts. It certainly wasn't to her. But it didn't make her dislike it any less. Her time spent in the Meat Factory didn't exactly change her feelings about it for the better. She came to see the Tuffles as kin. Even if their suffering wasn't exactly the same. She had made friends with enough of them to know that what the Saiyans were doing to them was wrong... It felt like what her parents were doing to her, honestly.
But it had to be so much worse for them. She chose to hold her tongue. It was pointless to exchange such words with them anyway; they had their minds set on making her become what they believed was an Ideal Saiyan. And now there was no excuse or reason to try and dance around it. She was the sole heir, and they were going to make it work. Their first step in 'changing her for the better' was to make her browse for acceptable Slaves. They'd even gone so far as to apply a little challenge.
They would become personal servants of hers. So they expected her to get one Maid, and one... "Muscle". Well at least Kimiko knew what to look for. It didn't exactly make the ordeal any better. Atsuko walked through the various 'stalls' that had been set up. Sometimes glancing to boards and terminals that advertised certain slaves for purchase or trading. She frowned as she took in what the Saiyans had become. She remembered hearing so many stories about how they wanted to be Warriors, Conquerors... It still sounded barbaric. But it didn't involve of this, either.
As far as she knew, anyway. The task at hand dragged on as she tried to find two acceptable Tuffles. She reminded herself; one Maid, one "Muscle". She found it a little silly that a Saiyan would need someone specifically to be a Bodyguard or something along those lines. But at that point, she was musing to herself. Almost as if an attempt to distract herself from what she was about to do. At least, if they were hers... She could treat them how she wanted? She hoped it would be that simple. But then again, she knew her own Family, too...
"C'mon, focus... Just get it over with.", she thought to herself. Casting her thoughts aside as she focused entirely on the task at hand.
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Post by Plene on Feb 20, 2015 3:03:24 GMT -6
What she was thinking about all that time had been true.
What an achievement. Way to go. That'll do me a lot of good.
She was thinking to herself as she was put onto a humiliating act, a stage set for her selling. As absurd as it sounded, this is what it had come to. The Tuffle race, nothing more than laborers for the Saiyans. They had already lost their homes, and now they have to deal with this. Seemed like a shitty life to live in, and it didn't seem like it was going to get any better from here on out.
Plene took a long look below her, attempting to see what she was labeled as.
"Cute"... "Maid"... "Mute"... "Wise ass"... I know the monkey was a prick, but THIS? Pathetic. Did he batter his hand while thinking about me?
She gave the describer a piece of her mind by frowning at it with all she had before one of the people guarding the merchandise snapped at her and told her to look straight outwards. Plene gave him a snarled lip before deciding to co-operate and do as asked. That's what got her in trouble with the male saiyan in the first place.
All jokes aside, if he wasn't stupid he would have punched me in the gut right there. I already feel sore from skin to bone.
The young woman continued to stand there and look pretty, waiting for the day to pass by.
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Post by Atsuko on Feb 20, 2015 3:24:45 GMT -6
Finally, Kimiko came across a Tuffle Slave that seemed to fit one of the categories perfectly. A stage set entirely for her and a describer that listed "Maid"... Amongst several other qualities. If it was within her power, she'd just free all of the Tuffles right here and now. But she had to pace herself... Right now, pick out two. Try to do what she can for them. The Albino Saiyan looked over the Tuffle named Plene. "Okay... Maybe this one.", Kimiko thought to herself, and then made a gesture towards her parents. They then proceeded to wander over to speak to the seller.
She had no money of her own, in the end. They were still buying the Tuffle. Said Slave was just going to be 'in her name'. After the Albino Saiyan looked over the female Tuffle for a moment, she lowered her gaze back to the describer.... "Mute... I wonder what she thinks of me? She definitely doesn't seem to be in a very good mood. But who would be in this situation?", the Saiyan mused to herself as she returned her gaze to Plene's eyes. As if trying to develop some sort of mental connection that would allow them to speak properly.
It was silly to think such a thing would be possible, of course. The Saiyan gave a small sigh to herself as she waited for the transaction to be completed. In all likelihood, it wouldn't take very long. But standing here in front of the Tuffle, it definitely started to feel like it might take an eternity. Sometime in the daze that she had gotten herself into, she felt a hand grasp her shoulder to get her attention. "It's done. You have one more to select.", her father said in a condescending tone of voice.
Well, it only made sense. Kimiko might have been the only chance at this point. But he still didn't have any reason to think highly of her. It was probably the same situation with her Mother. Now it was just time to wait until the sellers finished prepping Plene. The Albino Saiyan continued to wonder what must be going through her mind right now... She didn't know sign language. But she might just have to put efforts into it so that they could communicate properly. Relying upon things like written notes or portable terminals wasn't exactly the most convenient solution.
But it might have to do until she could pick up the necessary knowledge.
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Post by Plene on Feb 20, 2015 3:43:09 GMT -6
It wasn't but a few minutes up there that a Saiyan seemed interested in her. Plene watched as the strangely blonde Saiyan looked her over. Not that she didn't care for someone checking her out, but the attention made beads of sweat collect on her forehead. She decided to exchange glances with the Saiyan for some time, subtly changing her expression from blank to curiosity.
So, this girl's going to be the one getting me, huh? Well that can't be too ba-
Her thoughts get caught up as she sees another pair of them walk and look her over. Were they parents? huh you do not see that often enough around vegeta, but it is still a thing that happens. The young tuffle noticed that the group had just... bought her? That was sudden. She quickly started to make slow gestures with her hands, attempting to communicate with sign language as she was being lead out of the stage and put next to the group.
("It's funny, seeing your life be sold. Hello, Blondie.")
She wasn't quite sure if the group knew anything about sign language but hoped that just maybe they would get what she was hinting at. if not by her hands, by her slightly sullen expression that wiped her face.
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Post by Atsuko on Feb 20, 2015 4:12:36 GMT -6
As Plene proceeded to use sign language to communicate, Kimiko couldn't help but feel a little lost. Vital information was being passed to her and she couldn't understand it. But... Well, the sullen expression she had filled in the blanks. Kimiko didn't exactly want to perform any actions that would seem too forward, not wanting to give the wrong impression or startle the Tuffle. But instead began to speak. "Hey, it's going to be alright. I don't want to do anything bad to you.", she began in attempts to comfort the Tuffle. How effective it was didn't exactly matter, however...
The only thing it netted Kimiko was a grasp on the back of the neck to make her immediately halt in her tracks. "Do not treat them as people. These slaves would betray you if given half the chance to try it.", her Father barked in a disciplinary tone. Then releasing her neck, causing the Albino Saiyan to rub it for a moment. She bared her teeth and shot a glare at him. He only responded with a smirk. "Get more of that spirit in you, and you might just be a Saiyan yet."
Kimiko rolled her eyes, her expression softening as she returned gaze to Plene. "I'm Kimiko... I wish we could have met under better circumstances.", she stated truthfully. How much it meant to the Tuffle would likely be another thing that eluded the Saiyan, however. Or perhaps Kimiko was underestimating just how expressive Plene could be. "They're making me do this because I'm the last of their children left. Otherwise I'd probably still be at that Meat Factory. I'm being 'trained for the business'...", Kimiko explained, and this time glanced around herself.
After convinced that she had enough privacy, she leaned slightly closer to Plene and whispered. "I'm not sure what to make of it... I don't think I want any of this. It doesn't seem right.", Kimiko then resumed normal posture before she would draw attention to herself. No sense in getting trouble with her parents again. She would wait a few moments in order to take in Plene's response. She wasn't exactly in a rush to pick out another Tuffle Slave. She merely continued making the silent wish that she could make things better for them after this day.
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Post by Plene on Feb 20, 2015 4:31:33 GMT -6
Plene's little test to see if the girl truly knew what she was gesturing out had passed with a solid 'No', and after a moment of Plene staring at Kimiko she drew up her hand and face-palmed. She shook her head as well, opening her mouth as if to say something, but with nothing coming out.
Ay Yai Yai... I can't even make fun of them. She quickly redrew her posture as the man displayed the brutality of a Saiyan against the younger female. It wasn't even the funny sort of violence you can get, but more so the serious barking type. She turned away for a moment only to have her attention caught again by Blondie. Hmm, she didn't want any of this? Well isn't that dandy, because neither did Plene. She mouthed slowly this time, attempting a different form of communication.
["Nice name Blondie, I am called Plene. Do not worry, I too did not want any of this."]
The tuffle smirked, crossing her arms and looking at her as if she expected some sort of comeback. Whether or not she'd get one was unknown, but she remained cautious of the male and eyed him every so often, as to make sure he didn't just spring up and slap her or something like that.
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Post by Atsuko on Feb 20, 2015 5:23:34 GMT -6
It wasn't a perfect solution, but Kimiko was able to get a rough idea of what Plene was trying to say. "Blondie? That's one of the more gentle terms I've heard used to describe me.", Kimiko responded with a smile. "I can understand. I know it probably doesn't mean much. But I want to make things better for you.", the Albino Saiyan stated. Probably more than a little amusing, she thought to herself. She was little more than last resort that her parents had in mind. She had no special powers to speak of, either.
Maybe the sentiment would be enough for them to form a friendship. She honestly hoped so. The Albino Saiyan felt more than a little lonely right now. Even in the Factory she couldn't exactly say that she had friends that she could rely on. Just people that she could relate to. Kimiko gives a small sigh again. "I guess I should get this out of the way. Then we won't have to worry about him, or my Mother for a little while.", in such a short time it became clear that Kimiko wasn't sure about how to handle any of this.
She just wanted it to be over, like a bad dream. It was rarely that simple. But it was a hint to just how young she was. And how different she was from the usual Saiyans that Plene had probably met. If the previous treatment from Kimiko's own Father didn't already make that abundantly clear. Of course, the Albino Saiyan did notice that the Tuffle seemed uneasy about him. She began to whisper to Plene once more. "Don't worry about him. He doesn't understand sign language. If you act calm, he won't do anything... I'll do what I can to keep you safe."
Kimiko caught herself, however. Realizing how that could be interpreted the wrong way. "It's not that I don't think you can take care of yourself. Ah... Sorry. I'm getting so worked up over pointless things, aren't I?", the Saiyan took a few moments to relax. Not even a few moments after meeting the Tuffle, and she was already making a fool out of herself.
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Post by icarus on Feb 20, 2015 8:05:49 GMT -6
A bit of a commotion began to take form at one of the far ends of the market. The listing for the special muscle type they advertised not always listed on the terminals. A couple saiyans dressed in merchant robes and jewels with a line up of Tuffles and and a couple mutants on display. A few walking by spoke of special variety entertainment. A small crowd of saiyans and free mutants of all forms of life. From the appearance of the poorest meat cutter to even a few higher looking masters of slaves. Even a soldier or two although personal slaves didn't seem the thing for military men.
"Please don't be hesitant to step up and view my wares! We have some fine selection brought to you from the wastes of the deserts to the capital cities! Don't miss out you won't find better stock and we're down to just a few left!"
The man had sold a few of his men of value. Many of them wearing little more then the rags they needed. Why give fine clothes to what you plan to sell after all. The mutants that remained and on lasting Tuffle were being spoken about as if the man were a salesmen. Holding a small wooden baton that he occasionally smacked into their stomachs across the abdomen to show their muscles built from the work they could do. Remarking of how his wares didn't flinch when taught with the lash. So people could feel free to properly discipline at your leisure. Leaving small bruises and cuts on his prior freshly cleaned of wound goods. It always was more pleasing to see clean goods with new wounds then prior scarred types. Bettered the show and made better for sells.
A few of the of the watchers laughed and joked seeming to enjoy seeing the mutants that made them recall the long since gone PTO and Tuffles they'd conquered to be played around with. Often rousing the idea for personal use and purchase as well. One women yelled out cutting off one of the speeches the man gave as he was trying to shoe off the scales of one the mutants to bring up the variant of his species aquatic features.
"Can they fight?"... "Are they trained? "..."Can They fuck!"
The gathering giving off a light chuckle the man performing for his audience as if he was listening to all his audience who asked on the wears he offered. His lash thrashing into chest of the Tuffle he had on stage. The boy Icarus who coughed lightly at the newest pain he tried to fight off that burned at his gut from the sensation. The groaning feeling of trading houses to some new ideal of master feeling as though a bit of his very soul was burning from the though. He took in all questions and made best attempt at keeping crown pleased atop the quickly built wooden stage.
"They can indeed fight! Stronger then most may think! However not as good as my brothers and sisters of true warrior birth! But they provide show! You have not lived until you've seen two of these small creatures fight to the death. Kicking and clawing like the animals we know them to be."
Icarus felt his stomach churn being this close to the man and his regalement of the games some of them were made to play for the saiyans that forced it upon them. Fighting for amusement of warriors as they were playing with toys. Usually rewarded with little more then a warm meal or offer of other Tuffle slaves for a night as reward. He'd know personal pains but those memories were often locked away after creation. Past notions best attempted to forget after committing them. It was disgusting and sadly enough probably the closest to a good life many would ever get too. His eyes lightly flinched however keeping his straight up posture however arms to his side back straight wearing nothing but simple cloth pants. Even his feet bare upon the ground. But his eyes flinched as stated when the merchant pulled forth a simple saiyan dagger forged from animal bone.
"Are they trained! I only secure the most well procured sorts for you my friends. Only those who could endure all you need of them from work to battle. See how they don't even flinch."
He'd say his words going along side as he'd drag the the dagger across Icarus's left side of his chest along the breast above the heart. A line slowly dragging through adding a little blood as flesh parted. Coloring his white flesh with crimson tone. A real seller to the Saiyan crowd that would stir their senses when the fresh blood scent hit their noses it was the scent of fine wine to many. The past scars were removed before sell as best as could be with ointments and ki techniques. The cleaner bodies looked the easier it was to sell. A trick of trades many often did before exchanging old slaves to market. Icarus's teeth grind in his mouth. Keeping for the moment from reaction. If he did anything rash and caused himself to fail to be sold he could face far worse consequence making standing against this act of show worse then just playing along. His eyes couldn't help but flicker over the crown at these people. It made one feel... very low like a insect in this world. People ready to paw at you use you and likely discard you after.
"When pain wears on them" Finishing his words from before.
"An although I do not endorse certain acts... Should you wish a slave for such entertainment?"
He'd say in regard to the last question roared earlier. The merchants saiyan hand would pull at the string tied to hold up the cloth tattered pants resulting in them to fall. Picking on the Tuffle through this showing since Tuffle targets stirred hte audience more then mutants. Icarus flashing a bit of instinct as he tried to grab at the waist band breaking his posture for a moment only to feel a quickly reactionary lash on his knuckles by the wooden baton. Gripping them into fist from pain. As they fell a secondary attempt that quickly followed the first would be met with hard lash upon the side of the head forming a small cut on the boys head above his eye as a light bit of blood dripped down into his left eye from the wound on his brow. Cut on his left side of his upper chest and gashed cut on his head he lightly shaken retook posture. Clearly in a bit of a state as he grit his teeth and looked away unable to focus on those who laughed or yelled obscenities. A few offers being yelled as well his stomach churning at what would become of him after this showing.
He could feel eyes on him as well as the two vendors eyes on the back of his head as he looked away none to pleased on the breaking of show. At least it didn't damper dealings much it seemed or he'd likely have seen more red before the night was over.
"I hear a few good offers! I'm willing to deal if you beat other offers of course! Ahaha. This one is fiesty you see you could have with this one! Just give me the coin and you teach this Tuffle some real manners. Icarus! The Tuffle of blood and joys. Carnal pleasures or protection from his own kind. For the coin he can be all you desire him to be!"
The description the way it said, Even the name to degree churned stomach given how they all related to past thought. To make way for the next mutants the man nodded to his friend who was bellow the small wooden stage the men were presented on. To make dealings. He'd gouge all he could on price as this wasn't officially listed selling. Although they did have the paper work the ownership would be legal just not perhaps the method of purchase. Icarus could feel his legs weak as he felt a bit weak and sick stomached. He wanted this to be done he hadn't expected he could feel any lower when this started but once again he was proven wrong. All he could do was have sick flashes of what happened the last few times he traded masters. As well as worry this showing could regale old memories to return in act.
With a final thunk the end of the baton lightly hit onto his chin forcing him to look up towards the crown and forward. Twitchy expression trying to hold fearsome look. As the four foot and some change Tuffle stood in strong form. Exposed and bleeding to the crowd awaiting whatever fate would befall him. His eyes fixated from person to person with eyes of different intent from the variety that look forward. This was the face of commerce that stretched all over the outer cities of Vegeta.
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Post by Plene on Feb 20, 2015 18:17:21 GMT -6
Plene took a long look at the male before acknowledging that the blond Saiyan had actually responded to part of her mouthing. It was better than nothing, she'd just have to teach her how to read sign language. She can do that at a much faster pace than mouthing could ever be done. She nodded to Kimiko and mouthed again, slower this time.
"[You're cute when you stumble for words like that, keep it up and I might stop calling you Blondie.]" Plene's grin stretched further, a lot more noticeable now than it was when she first attempted to sign at her.
Commotion near them caught her attention as Plene turned around to see a lot of people gathering near the end of the building. She stared over at the crowd for a moment, seeing what appeared to be Saiyans attending a spectacle of sorts. No doubt it was with Tuffles, given the place they were at. People started shouting things, vulgar and explicit things. It was unsettling.
She turned to Kimiko again. "[Do we really have to check that out...?]"
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Post by Atsuko on Feb 20, 2015 18:37:50 GMT -6
Kimiko couldn't help but smile as she saw Plene's grin. At least she wasn't taking offense, which put the Albino Saiyan at ease. Although she did catch the 'cute' comment, which did make her blush a bit in response... Seemed like she had no defense against that sort of thing. Was it really the first time she'd gotten called that? If she had been asked about that, the answer would be a rather surprising "yes". Of course before that could be too much of a focus, the commotion nearby had interrupted. Plene's question was then met with a sigh and a nod.
"They wanted me to find the highest quality Slaves that would fit into two categories... I'm not going to like this very much either...", Kimiko took a few moments to compose herself, and then she stepped into the crowd in order to get a look at what was going on. Of course, it was another Tuffle Slave that was going on sale, amongst others that were available for purchase. But it seemed as if the Tuffle Male had become the most popular of the... 'Wares'. Since the market had quickly gotten so chaotic, it caught the attention of Kimiko's parents as well.
"Well?", her Father directed towards the Daughter. Prompting her to give a nod in response. She wanted to just be out of here and get this over with. And to be honest, it seemed like the Tuffle that had gathered such a crowd seemed to feel the same way. With that simple gesture, her Mother and Father had joined into the bidding for Icarus. Kimiko then turned to Plene again, shaking her head. "It will be nice once this is over with... Once we get back, would you like anything?"
Fortunately, with her parents distracted. Kimiko and Plene were free to talk with each other. At least until the auction was over with. Just as before, none of the money was in her hands. So it would be a matter of time to see if they came out empty-handed or not...
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Post by icarus on Feb 20, 2015 19:25:58 GMT -6
After several moments to let the sensations fall ill he'd swallow the shame and embrace the fate once more. Pushing deep the thoughts that would only bring death if brought to word or action. Throwing his arms to the air to reveal the muscle he had to perhaps raise bid. His facial expression struggling at first to take on roaring expression coupled with load roar of voice. Fighting off the sting of the blood in his eye for now hoping this be done quickly to end the charade of sell. It wasn't really something he savored but perhaps better show meant better price. Hopefully the more one spent the better they'd care for wares. It was the best one could hope for really in such position.
"I stand for you!!!"
He roared circling for the crown as bidding quickly came to end. Most minor masters didn't have to compete with Villa owners in bidding. Sell was announced shortly after. Which was good cause stomach churned with the idea of continuing too much longer. The jest of emptying guts contents on stage would surely lower value. A thought he entertained himself with with a light smirk of insult to vendor. But kept such though to delightful day dream of course. The master dropping dagger at one of his quick attempts to grow crowd to approval as the groans of those falling short of purchase or snide insult of how they didn't really care either way grew as it did after most every purchase slipped grasp.
Icarus was quickly knelt and to feet with dagger in hand. The pause of crowd quickly kept from roar when it was scene him to be holding blade end offering handle. As if gesture of loyal slave to parting master. A smile upon his face as a different idea played in his head. Wrestling back true want with offering. Playing his part at the moment to hopefully secure quick position to whoever held him high among the crown enough to open purse and toss coin.
A light smirk breaking the mans lips with hesitant chuckle as Icarus retook to his clothing and tied the rope belt of his trousers to re secure them and walked as guided to the steps to make way bellow the stage wiping blood to forearm for the wound at his brow to finally clear blood from eye and rid himself of the damned sting. Not exactly the most prettiest of sites at the moment but perhaps that was a good thing to lead to the intent of purchase.
"So who has purchased me my good master of past promise?"
He'd say in light chuckle toward the second vendor bellow the one handling coin and trade off as Icarus's wrists were shackled as custom. It was up to employer after to remove them or add shackles or brand of own. This was merely formality of protection from seller to buyer. The man merely groaned no longer needing to sway people for this one given coin was already taken.
"Oh how I'll miss these talks."
Words of whispers to hopefully avoid reproach from new master hearing. His eyes looking forward as he stepped forward looking over the small group of people around wondering which of these was to take him. Hoping for quick tending to wound and perhaps return to new settings for ration of food and water.
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Post by Plene on Feb 20, 2015 21:02:41 GMT -6
Plene gave a soft sigh at the confirmation. It seemed to bother her slightly, but she tried keeping it under wraps as much as she could by sticking with a blank expression. Okay, maybe it will not be so bad. Or maybe it is, knowing Saiyans. It's probably some brawl between two of my people. It was an understandable assumption, given the times.
Plene watched as the two of Blondie's parents went off to the crowd. Kimiko seemed to want to give her something as a token. It wasn't something she had expected a Saiyan to say. She still wasn't sure if Blondie was being serious or not. Plene's brow perked at her for the moment.
"[Are you being serious, Blondie?]"
She mouthed again to her, staring into her eyes to try and figure her out. It wasn't every day that someone was offering something. Her last master sure didn't want to give anything to her smart ass, and they had been together for nearly eleven years.
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Post by Atsuko on Feb 20, 2015 21:18:42 GMT -6
Kimiko couldn't help but smile given Plene's confusion on the subject, and gave a nod. "Yes. I'm being serious... They want to put you and one other Slave under my name. So, it is only fair that I treat you the way I wish to...", the Albino Saiyan explained in a calm tone of voice, her parents were still preoccupied, otherwise she probably wouldn't be so bold. "I care not for race. You live, breathe, and feel pain just as I do. I see you as an equal... I won't make grand promises. Things aren't much better on my end..."
Kimiko gave a quick glance towards her Father, meant more for gesture. She then returned gaze to Plene. "I have my own set of rules and laws that I have to adhere to. But as far as I'm concerned, you're not a slave anymore. We just have to put on an act so that we can do as we please... We'll figure something out.", the Albino Saiyan finished. And just about in time, too. The bidding seemed to come to an end as her parents joined in. The Tuffle that was putting on a display earlier was now being pointed towards the group.
"Heh. That was quite the show you put on. From now on, you're her property." the rather large and intimidating Saiyan stated to Icarus, them pointing out Kimiko half heartedly. Almost as if Icarus was being dumped from one Master to the next. In record time, to boot! Of course, that got the Daughter's attention, prompting her to wave Icarus over. With Plene standing next to her so casually, it probably caused a variety of questions to flow through Icarus' mind. She could only imagine how it looked on his end.
She couldn't blame either of them for being suspicious. They'd gone through so many hardships in their lifetimes. But if nothing else, she certainly seemed a lot nicer than the usual Masters they'd otherwise end up with... And certainly a lot better than if her parents had decided to just take full ownership of them. There was one thing to be certain of when it came to all of this... "Life's going to get pretty interesting, hm?", Atsuko directed towards Plene, glancing at her again in order to properly listen to the response.
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Post by icarus on Feb 21, 2015 4:56:47 GMT -6
The man that greeted him was your average intimidating saiyan. Certainty adding immediate expectation that this may be a man who would expect much. Work or battle were to be his goals if he'd make quick guess at what fate awaited him. Although just as he'd attempt to stand at attention to put on good impression Icarus's eyes took a bit of a surprised expression widening a bit in disbelief when he was pointed and explained that he was to be purchased for daughter not head of house. If shackles weren't at his wrists he may have taken head to forehead out of surprise. This definitely wasn't the fate he expected at all wondering what this was to be. She didn't look as child but she clearly wasn't as aged as the other warriors. He'd seen enough of their young to tell she was roughly around his age give or take perhaps. Although the older they got the harder age was to pin point on the apes.
Icarus would get a shove from his position via the vendor as he stood and stared for a bit too long and walked away looking back for a something grumbling something about behemoth shit towards the man. His breath was lightly heavy and he still smelled of blood from the light wounds. Wondering on if he was to be toy, Slave, Or what an heir would even require of one like him. He wasn't exactly the kind of servant to tend to inner house needs like cleaning or what the maids were for.
The jingle of the chain that held his wrists via the two metal cuffs came to a halt as he stopped near both of them trading glances over the two of them before bowing his head as light custom showing of beginning loyalty. His short hair thick with sweat from the early travel he'd met in chain gang with the other slaves to city this morning. His eyes raising back to meet the blonde girl he'd now call master. Light brown eyes meeting the albino directly. Gauging his master as he expected to be gauged in return.
"My name given by saiyans is Icarus. But you decide what I shall be called if wished change. I will serve as you see fit. My life is yours to be burned cut or caged at your leisure. Master?"
Asking regard of name after quickly giving a sentiment of loyal words. Some master like that sorta thing. Usually in this case either name or other title was presented. Or some said nothing and just expected master to suffice. Icarus's eyes flickering to the side just a bit towards the direction of Atsuko's father before returning to her out of reaction. As if still feeling a bit odd at the relocation from master to daughter as master. Or if perhaps head of house was still master in the end. Playing possible scenarios for how this would play out in his head as he gave greetings. Lowering his eyes once more after words were given.
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Post by Plene on Feb 21, 2015 5:50:38 GMT -6
"[Oh.]" She wasn't expecting the answer from Kimiko to be genuine. Pondering her words, she blinked several times while looking off to the side. Then she half-snorted and looked back up at Atsuko with a smile. In all seriousness, she was grateful Blondie could take a joke. This was going to be fun while it lasted, it seemed. The young tuffle proceeded to mouth more things, holding her hands up and counting on fingers as she put out what she wanted.
"[In that case, give me a nice spa bath. Hot, bubbly waters with shampoos out the wazoo. Then maybe a nice, long body massage session. Yes, and then maybe take me out to dinner so I can fill this tiny stomach. You know, with that bug stuff you people eat.]" Plene couldn't help but to hold a big smile afterwards.
The new guy in the crew finally waltzed over to Kimiko and Plene. If first impressions served as any indication, the guy was bred into slavery and takes it pretty hard. Like the majority of them. Instantly things got more drab.
The young woman faced the other Tuffle, mouthing out for him too under assumption hat he too did not know sign.
"[Yeah blondie, maybe life will get a little more interesting. What about you, Slave Two? Wouldn't you agree?]"
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Post by Atsuko on Feb 21, 2015 6:47:01 GMT -6
As Icarus introduced himself, Kimiko started to feel a bit uncomfortable. Before she said anything, however... She took a glance towards her parents. Okay, good. They weren't focused on her right now. "You don't need to act like that. I just got finished telling her, they're making me do this... And only because I'm the last of their children left.", the Albino Saiyan explained, and then grasped some of her own hair as if to make a point. "The hair, and the eyes. I was considered a "defect", day one. How I acted didn't help matters."
The Saiyan gave a shrug as she turned her attention to Plene again, listening to what she wanted. "Done. I can actually arrange all of that. Well, the dinner might be tricky. Don't mind eating at home, do you? I can sneak some food when no one's looking.", she stated without a single hint of sarcasm in her voice... One was uncertain of what was more surprising about this. The fact that she couldn't tell that Plene wasn't being serious, or the fact that the Saiyan had so readily agreed to the terms with practical smile on her face.
"Neither of you are Slaves in my book. Officially, well, we have to keep up an act... You've seen what he does to me.", Kimiko once again made another gesture to her Father. "I'd rather not think about what happens if he gets in a bad mood and that's directed towards you two...", the Saiyan finished. And then began to take in the full effect of Icarus' wounds. "Are you alright? We'll get that cleaned up and treated soon as we're back. It shouldn't be too much longer now that I've done what they've demanded."
In all of the excitement. She'd forgotten to introduce herself properly. "Ah... Right. I'm Kimiko. Nice to meet both of you. Though again, I wish it was under better circumstances.", with that out of the way... It wasn't too much longer before her parents wandered back over. "Hmph. Done holding conversation with your animals, Little Shit? We're heading back now. Keep them under your control.", Her Father said in a usual condescending tone of voice. And then they began to lead the way... The Albino Saiyan just seemed to take the insult she received in stride.
She let out a sigh, and a gesture for the two to follow. "Just keep close. They don't really care about what we're doing.", Kimiko then began to walk as well. Though she stayed a fairly decent amount behind. Not too keen on being in earshot of them, understandably.
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Post by icarus on Feb 21, 2015 7:27:40 GMT -6
Holding a bit of a stare curious but a bit put off by these strange notions. The girl mouthing her words was odd enough but it wasn't strange to see slaves rid of the right of speech. He couldn't help but agree but silently keeping response to himself to the girls mouthing of words after hearing the stranger words still from masters tongue. Kimiko was her name and she was one of the 'defective' birthed. It seemed she was a prisoner of her type as well. Although he wouldn't mind trading prison cells in such conditions in a manner of thinking. He'd take in all words before considering raising voice himself although the very unamused and serious expression he held on his face almost made it seem like silence was considered being a better response.
the chains on his wrists would jingly lightly as he though on how to answer such... strange answer. "My wounds could do with cleaning to keep away infection. It doesn't hurt as much as you'd expect. Its a superficial wound nothing more my lord Kimiko." His words proved to be white lie when each time he moved and the open cut became bent or moved his brow would furrow from light pain.
He'd follow along closely sticking to the others not seeming to show joy or glee in the ideal of freedom. With each step having the jingle follow them like music from chains. As far as he knew this was some kind of joke and even if it wasn't. He didn't put much stock in it even by long shot the girl was true in motive. Given he knew there was a true master higher up as his eyes looked towards the fathers back. He'd speak softly as they'd keep distance as Kimiko had asked. Careful with his words and action ever still the slave.
"It would seem to act as free would gain us punishment from that father of yours anyway. Would it not be easier to just treat us as we are? You risk much if you truly intend to treat as different from other slaves. I am bound to you if you wish me to go along with this you merely have to give command. If you wish me to attack father you merely need to voice the same. But speaking of not being a slave even in your company alone would easily earn us harsh punishment even if just in whisper. Dying to a act and dying to rumor are two different things. If any of this rings true then I ask my death not be for something like such ideals as these. It may sound odd but I'd rather see death coming then have it fall on me from whispered change of my masters... ill placed kindness."
His voicing merely to watch for his own life. These type of things could easily get men killed in ways most less desired. He didn't want such a death to come to him. He figured such explanation would do any good as saiyans had strong mindsets once goals or ideas were set in stone for them.
However at the end of his little words wanting to get explanation from lips while chance was able so quickly after introduction he couldn't help but feel a small warmth at such thing. Although not wanting to admit it for such words he merely focused on one other thing he'd heard.
"An for whats its worth..." Looking toward the tuffle girl next to him then back to Kimiko.
"Saiyans deem many things defective and broken that often hold many secrets and strengths beyond that of fist. They can't always see the true value within things they'd deem broken."
His words a little soft for himself to believe he'd even say them. Perhaps it was a bit of kind thought towards the girls spirit to think such things. Vague as his compliment was. Even if he had no belief this girl could provide something like freedom in form. It was still nice to hear a kind tone now and again. His eyes turning from one to the other regularly to measure them up or take opinion perhaps. Or maybe to watch if the girl mouthed more words. It was hard to tell exactly what he held to heart and truth in his movements.
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Post by Plene on Feb 21, 2015 19:02:47 GMT -6
..."[No kiddin'?]" Plene rose her brows up in surprise as Kimiko replied to her demands with no sarcasm, no joking tone. The young Saiyan kept surprising the tuffle with everything she was saying; It was unlike anything she had seen before. If she was actually willing to do that much for her, then she's not the kind of Saiyan that deserves constant battering from her comments. She looked off to the side, rubbing her arm as she mouthed.
"[Well, it's nice to see that you aren't like the rest of these muscles for brains. Yes, dinner at home wouldn't be awful... It's a nice change, really. Compared to my last master, you are already a beautiful goddess who hands out all sorts of nick knacks. I'm going to clean the fuck out of your home if you really mean that you'd do all that for me.]"" She looked as sincere as it got. Considering what she has been acting like up to that point, it's like a completely different person.
"[My, aren't you a bold and careless one, so willing to throw away your life. Don't tell me you'll put on that display of mope and depression for the duration of our time. If so, we'll have problems.]" She started, crossing her arms before looking to Kimiko again. "[You're not defective at all, Sweet Tart. I mean, you got a voice you can still use at least. Majority of them are nothing but a bulk of muscle to throw at people.]"
She watched as the man came on around and talked down Kimiko before turning to walk away without a care in his mind. behind his back, the tuffle stuck her tongue out at him.
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Post by Atsuko on Feb 21, 2015 19:36:17 GMT -6
Kimiko let out a small chuckle. "Yes, I'm not kidding. And I do mean it.", the Albino Saiyan responded to Plene's genuine surprise with smile on her face. "It only seems fair, after all. Don't feel too obligated to clean the place, either. I'll help you do what's necessary so you don't get in trouble... To be honest, I'd rather we worked as a team. We're going to need it in order to get by.", the Saiyan then finished, and turned her attention to Icarus as he began to speak. He understandably had some concerns.
"Don't worry about him. I know how to handle him.", the Albino Saiyan replied, and was about to give her reasons as to why, but was then a little surprised that the both of them decided to comment on the whole 'defective Saiyan' thing. "Ah... Thanks. I don't know, I guess I got used to hearing it. It's been that way as far back as I can remember. Always got the sense they didn't want me around. It was circumstances that ended up saving my life, though. The right place at the right time, you could say."
She then gave a shrug after. "Anyway. On top of being defective, I didn't show much interest in fighting. Or being 'superior', like most Saiyans did. I just wanted to run and play. Simpler things, I guess.", Kimiko continued her explanation. "I do feel like I should clear up something, though. Right now, my Father doesn't want me dead. And he doesn't want to see me fail... I'm the last shot. My siblings? 'True Saiyans', but they never had to struggle. They followed his commands and when the big moment came, they didn't make the cut."
It was probably a little surprising to see her talk about it all so casually. "I wasn't around much to experience it all. They shipped me off to a Meat Factory when I was younger. Anyway, he doesn't want to see me fail. He wants to see me fight. And that's where I have an advantage... I've been defiant since day one.", the Saiyan then looked to her hands. "Didn't have a reason to use my fists though. He gave me two today without realizing it.", she didn't elaborate on what those reasons were, but that should have been clear.
"So, it's going to be a power struggle. He wants to test me. In a variety of different ways. Doesn't matter what he picks. I've gotten pretty tired of his stunts.", Kimiko finished. It wasn't much longer before they had all arrived at a rather large structure; a Villa. This was her home. Her original one, anyway. She wasn't sure how to feel about it beyond the usual. Far as she can remember, there wasn't a place where she fit in. She was going to make one, however.
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Post by icarus on Feb 21, 2015 20:25:33 GMT -6
A slight grin painted on his face for but a moment before vanishing at the girls comments as she mouthed such words catching most of it. It was a intriguing sight to see a Tuffle with such spunk. Some of it giving him a bit of relief for the moment to see should could hold onto such emotion. At least she hadn't had everything taken from her yet.
"Mope and Depression... heh."
They'd approach he himself remaining silent through most discussion Master Kimiko and her maid seemed to be getting along fine. While he decided in his mind what such a kind owner meant. It could open a variety of possibilities. As he thought on what it'd be like to hold master that saw one as almost equal. His eyes also looking over the Villa's walls to guage its material and density if he'd possibly worked with such materials as well as looking at the heights its wall were.
"Yes...Truly surprising."
The Villa to his eyes seemed rather well off and would be a nice change then worker conditions in most other places of training or for laborers. He looked forward on the inside eager to see accommodations. The smell of these places always allured on around the time of meals. Often falling pray himself when the wine of the old kingdom was brought out for guests. In his last setting he always desired a taste of such things but it would have been considered a travesty to waste it on Tuffle lips. Or the smell of roasted meats drizzled in the right sauces. If there was one thing saiyans seemed to advance on their own after the loss of PTO supply and aid. They did learn quickly how to make fine meals and or make slaves discover the best recipes. Either way it was like torture on the nose and teasing the taste buds like a whore to a soldier on leave.
A gulp as he reminded himself of such hunger keeping it to himself for now as to be proper. His next thing he wished to lay eyes on was guards. Weapons and armor to gauge what type of punishments may be attempt or if they are merely for show when he saw them or if there were any at all. Some saiyans saw themselves as all that was needed to keep slaves in line and chain. The place they arrived would prove to hold many grand surprises he felt. Looking around with wondering eyes as he spoke calmly curious on one particular note he wished to gain privy too quickly. His voice no longer a whisper for he felt it deserved direct note from slave to master.
"I do as commanded Kimiko. But I need to know duty, I can see clear need and meaning of maid. But I am a slave trained to work and labor or fight upon command. What purpose do I serve at your side. For if it is to be guard I must make haste to mention I am of little use in such conditions."
Raising his wrists rattling shackles and lightly tapping his bare foot as all he wore were ragged pants. Hoping his guess was right that way soon if not Kimiko perhaps with the coin dropped even the father would consider this faults and better equip one to needed position. Even a slave needed the proper tools to do ones job. Or to be told if he had other position. So far the skills he had were the ones advertised. The rest he kept close to heart as to avoid unnecessary acquirement from outer sources.
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