Setting:  The Immoral Inn in Nexus

Players:  Narys and Gilded Rose

Run by: Ichaerus

 As the dimly lit Inn bustles with buisness from lunch time patrons, a heavy musk of smoke eminates from the corner table from a group of rough looking fellows, who've decided to have a bit of an after meal smoke. When one of them starts to get rowdy with one of the waitresses, the rather large man comes over and gives his shoulder a healthy squeeze, forcing the man to turn his attentions back towards his companions. There are two open tables currently in the Inn, and several stools up by the bar. But this is the time of day right before buisness picks up.

Narys wanders into the inn, his hooded cloak pulls around him. His face can be seen, and the bulge under the cloak of what is probably a bow, but not nuch else can be seen other than that at the moment. He glances around a little

A rather portly with a heavy mustache, and dressed in only the manner a rich merchant can be: walks into the Inn with a hefty and oddly shaped rice sack on his shoulders. He goes straight for the bar and demands a bottle of firewater. He bartender hands him a brown murky bottle, and remark. "I'll be your tab I take it." Rather than replying, the man just turns away, and head over towards the individuals who were smoking, stuffs his sac under the table and sits amoungst them.

Gilded Rose, yes a Prince(ss) of Earth, is busy serving drinking. Quite unusual for someone of her ilk, but she gives the placea charm, or maybe just brings in more customers. She offers the smoking gentlemen the bottle of wine, though her green eyes are focused on each one, as if to appraise them.

Narys sees a couple free tables and moves to take a place at one of them and glance around the room a bit. His eyes do alight on Rose, but then he has at least seen her before so there isn't much of a problem there. he does smile slightly.

(Judge) Gilded Rose rolls Perception  + Awareness: [ -1- 2 4 7 ]

        Resulting in 1 successes.

(Judge) Narys rolls Perception  + Awareness: [ 2 3 6 7 ]

        Resulting in 1 successes.

(Judge) Gilded Rose rolls Perception  + Awareness: [ 4 7 8 8 ]

        Resulting in 3 successes.

(Judge) Ichaerus rolls 4: [ 3 4 5 9 ]

        Resulting in 1 successes.

As Rose offers one of the men a bottle of wine, they take it like vultures do fresh corpses, and leave a handful of yen in her hand. The Merchant stands up, and heads back over to the bar with an empty bottle in his hand. As he turns and goes around Rose, a hand slides down to her bottom attempting to goose her.

Ichaerus pages: the man who took the bottle from you had a slavers brand on his left arm that you saw as his sleeve moved when he reached for the bottle.

Gilded Rose inhales, it's sharp and surprised,, and for a moment, she attemtps to curb the urge to lash out at the man, who attempted to touch her. Her eyes flickered to the man who took the bottle and she leans on the table a little, ignorming the man who had reached for her rear. "That....mark..." her voice wasn't trembling exactly but it was curious. She attempted to make eye contact with the man who took the bottle, lean foreward but hoping to show off as much of herself as possible.

Narys keeps his hood up as he watches still and seems a bit curious but is not trying to stand out too much himself at the moment.

(Judge) Gilded Rose rolls Appearance  + Socialize + 4: [ -1- -1- 2 3 4 4 6 6 7 7 8 9 ]

        Resulting in 4 successes.

Whispers can be heard in hushed tones, traveling around the room like wild-fire as a game in the back seems to have broken out in dispute. As the Merchant pinches Roses bottom, he gives a sharp whistle. He leans in and whispers her ear. The unkempt man, realizes he has your attention, flashes a toothless smile, that with his bald head, makes him look like a aged walnut. "What might'n you be serve'n up this even'n miss? he remarks

Ichaerus pages: He says to you "So, who's your master, because, I'd like to buy you from them. You'd fit well in my collection."

-= OOC =- Ichaerus says, "Per + awareness if you'd like to listen in Nayrs."

(Judge) Narys rolls Perception  + Awareness: [ 4 4 6 8 ]

        Resulting in 1 successes.

Narys seems to be oggling Rose at the moment as well. In fact he reaches up and pushes the hood of his cloak back. The first thing that might have been noticed is that his hands were talon-like. The second thing is that the man has no hair, instead black and gold feathers rest where hair would be and cascade down the back of his head. He does push back the edge of his cloak as well, showing the orichalcum powerbow that is slung over his shoulder. He raises a brow which is made of down feathers rather than hair as well and seems to watch them a bit closer. Some might not even notice him, given that Rose is in the room and better to oggle.

Gilded Rose smiles. "Just drinks," she says with a pleasant voice. For a moment, proof-as if her beauty and unusual appearance werent enough, the distinct cent of roses, of the forest, of warm sunlight and wet dew on grass- a very clean smell- permiates the area around, almost intoxicatingly strong. "I am free woman,Trader..." she says in a tone, that might have more commonly been heard in a brothel than in a dragon-blooded's mouth. "Free, on my one and..." she raises a finger to point at him, before sliding it out touch his arm, though she falls silent... a simple smile on her face.

(Judge) Ichaerus rolls 2: [ 3 6 ]

        Resulting in a failure.

Noone seems to notice anything noticable about Narys but seem other-wise heavyily engaged. The Merchant's face reddens at the word free. And in disgust he shouts out. "No slave is ever free. Once property always property, You are dirt, even your skin shows that. Look how it mocks it so convincingly!" The Unkept fellow stands up from the table and goes over to his friend. "Calm down" he ushers. "She ain't bothering noone. Look at her, someone that beautiful couldn't harm a fly." The merchants face contorts and twists as he friend stands against him to aid this strange beautiful woman. "Beautiful? A 'free' slave. It's unacceptable! This is what I think of your freedom you whore!" And he sucks in air gurgling mucus in the back of his throat and shoots it forward aiming for her face.

(Judge) Ichaerus rolls 3: [ 5 8 <10> ]

        Resulting in 3 successes.

The Merchants spit flies from his mouth and splashes lazily on the table as Rose slightly shifts her head to the left to avoid the spittle.

There's distinct bristling in her dark form. It's anger and humiliation, perhaps a little bit of fear, perhaps but something insides breaks. "You know, it's people like you who make me look good. " Her green eyes flaring. "You should be glad the one who bought me was a very kind man, or else you might not be alive." she breaths. Her body is tensed. "Beautiful, and free, like anywoman." she motions to the tattoos she sports. And watches him. she doesn't want to be instigator.

(Judge) Gilded Rose rolls Temperance: [ 4 5 8 ]

        Resulting in 1 successes.

Narys has disconnected.

"Bah, you woman are all the same. A prettied up servant. The only reason we tolerate your weak bodies, is for the other pleasure. And if your appearance is any indication, you are passing it out more often than the nobles of House Cynis." He sneers at her and proceeds turns his back proceeding towards the bar.

As he comes back from the bar with a cup of water and another bottle of whisky. Offering the water to her. "While I was up I thought I'd get you something to wash away anything you might have festering in your mouth from this mornings services." His eyes tighten into slits. "If you think you are the equals of other women, you must have a very low opinion of them. Though, I'm sure a girl like you learns well to remember their mistakes. I want you to remember me, and the men, and every other Slaver that you've met. And think about us every night before you sleep, and I want you to thank us for not killing you. You may not have family or a home because of us, or mabye an unwanted child cast aside in the streets. You are nothing, you will never be anything, and you have nothing." He pauses for a moment. "Then again, I shouldn't say that you have absolutely nothing! After all, you have inferiority!"

Gilded Rose grits her teeth, and she exhales. There's a moment where her anima banner seems alive with activity. It's the sound of a forest, but a forest during a storm, the sound of prickling plants... and the uprooting and crashing of trees. "You monster!" there's a second where her voice shreiks, it's almost not human, as her green eyes spring to love. She takes the cup only to slam it down into the table, as her banner abites, apparently her anger subsided if only briefly. "I am no one's slave... Do you not know what I could do to you?!" her voice is howling shriek, a wolf's mournful cry. She launches herself towards him only stopping short as something kicks in her. Hair is banshee like as if it could do damage on its own. "You should be glad I have to weapons, you fat opulant pig. No woman would service you even if you were the last man on the face of all Creation, if you have anything to service..." she snarls. Angry-she wolf beneath the guise of a woman.

"How dare you threaten me, you skinny, sorry excuse for a good time. Noone tells me what a woman will not do to me." He reaches for knife at his belt and puts his hand under the table dragging the sack of rice over. He slices the top open and grains of rice, and some blue strands of hair fall out. He puts a plump fat hand inside and extracts the head, then neck, shoulders, arms, and torso of a woman leaving her half out of the bag that she was shut into. Grabbing her forcefully by the back of the hair, He presses his greasy unshaven face against the young womans. She is fairly pretty, but tears stream in her eyes down her face marring her complexion. "She will do whatever I tell her." He over emphatically licks the side of her face. "And I can do anything I want to her." He brings the point of his blade up to her the front of her throat. "But their are hundreds like her." He remarks. "Look well slave, this is what happens to those who don't behave their masters. You'll become a hated ugly whore whom carries more disease and decay than a legion of undead monsters."

Gilded Rosedraw drops. "Monster..." her voice seizes up in her throat. She lauches her self at the man, beyong anger, anima banner in full thoarted wolf's howl. She moves back after her world swims a bit, hazed in red anger. "No one man or woman should be treated like that!" she snarls...

The merchants friends stand up for their chairs. "I think it's time to go boss." He looks to them and waits a long while staring down his fellows. Suddenly he cracks a grin. "Yes, Yes it is." Addressing Rose. "Well, I think mabye I'll just have her killed and fed to my dogs. Who knows?" And he shrugs. Grabbing the woman by the top of her head with a solid handful of hair. "Take my the rice, it'll be more than enough to pay for my tab here. If you want to save her life. I suggest you buy her. Unless of course you'd like to be the reason she died. But I have buisness around town to attend to. Good day Ma'am." He procceds to walk out of the Inn with his friends, dragging the woman by her hair. Her feet kick against the ground trying to push herself up anyway she can but her bonded hands and gag makes her screams and struggling all for not.

Gilded Rose sinks. She can only sob in pain, as she realizes perhaps not all of her time under someone elses care has left her weak. Very little money... She got her feet and staggered after them. But is left panting... drained of any fury... "Monster." she growls..