CYRIL ADAIR
SHINKANSEN
WILL BREAKER
loyalty
Posts: 8 
Slave 1: HAYDEN KNIGHT
Occupation: URAKATA TRAINER
Played By: Iceguin
Weapon: poison-tipped needles
Gif Image: http://i.imgur.com/uQxm1wr.png
Bio: BIO
Tracker: plots
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Post by CYRIL ADAIR on Dec 22, 2013 14:21:54 GMT -5
listen to the color of your dream. Cyril didn't often traverse around the cages of the auction house, but every so often he went to see if there were any urakata for sale with significant potential. It was true that he preferred to train children, as it was easier to mould their beliefs into something the Shinkansen could use. However, oftentimes innate ability could make an individual naturally superior to another, despite their training or lack thereof. He was not too impressed with today's offerings, to say the least. Most of the urakata here had no real value and little potential. Cyril wondered why humans even bought them; in most cases, wouldn't a simple dog be sufficient? What was the point of owning someone with the capacity to think, plan, and comprehend if you didn't intend to take advantage of these abilities? The gloves and dark jacket which Cyril typically wore didn't seem so out of place in the morning's chilly weather, though he had decided to forego his hat and cover the scars on his face and neck to avoid immediate recognition in this crowd of people. Getting a large amount of attention here would be... inconvenient. Still, it wasn't as if he was in complete disguise, so receiving curious glances and overhearing questioning whispers was not uncommon. Exhaling discontentedly, Cyril took one last look around the area. Since there were no particularly interesting urakata, maybe he should just go back to HQ and carry on with the work which he had been hired to do. open | sooo, who wants to thread with everyone's favorite trainer? )o) |
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JACK L. SMITH
URAKATA
FRIENDLY THIEF
Digging my own ditch
Posts: 3
Animal: Norwegian Rat
Occupation: Slave
Played By: Symphony
Bio: BIO
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Post by JACK L. SMITH on Dec 22, 2013 14:55:13 GMT -5
The light was gone again. Jack's fingers, padded, curled against her face, and the young woman knelt slowly in the darkness. There was nothing. Just her and her thoughts. The heaving bodies, the mess she'd been born in, clawing her way up into the light when she could, it was there, and if she wanted, she could reach out and touch it.
The rat twitched, her throat worked, 'his' throat worked. They didn't know she was a woman, yet. Good, good. None of them wanted to touch her. Him. Him.
She was...Jack. And Jack ate everything they gave her.
Him. He ate what they gave him. The door swung open slowly and she was allowed out, and left her dark cube clutching her baggy shirt, her breathing ragged, face slicked with sweat. They didn't know what it was to be alone there. In the dark. Deep in it. Plunged claw-first into the bodies.
They wouldn't know.
She knew that much. The rat's lips pulled from her sharp front teeth and she held up a padded hand. He held up a padded hand. "It's okay." Padded hand. Fingers twitched and curled. "I'm not going to run." He didn't run anymore, they bragged, since they'd put him by himself. In the dark.
Alone with his shadows.
Alone with his dark.
Her dark.
Cyril was just another human he was marched by, she was marched by, with eyes that rolled across faces. Jack was wheezing. On the verge of some anxious attack, perhaps. But Cyril was nothing special--the guard became that when a thick hand slammed the back of Jack's head.
The young man, for that was what Jack appeared, went sprawling. Jack rolled. Hitched her breath. Hissed. A second blow was met with teeth, a jerking head, a surging body, and Jack's sound was high, angry. She let go and backed away. "I WASN'T GOING TO RUN!" Her hands held before her face.
Warning them back. Warning them to stay away. Stay away. LAIKA OF GS! |
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CYRIL ADAIR
SHINKANSEN
WILL BREAKER
loyalty
Posts: 8
Slave 1: HAYDEN KNIGHT
Occupation: URAKATA TRAINER
Played By: Iceguin
Weapon: poison-tipped needles
Gif Image: http://i.imgur.com/uQxm1wr.png
Bio: BIO
Tracker: plots
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Post by CYRIL ADAIR on Dec 26, 2013 21:36:58 GMT -5
listen to the color of your dream. The rat boy that had been walked past Cyril did not just seem to be another face to him. He knew those eyes. He knew that expression. This was the body language of someone who could break at any moment. Cyril, of all people, would know; he drove urakata to this state every day. Whereas the ones who refused to succumb to this mindset would likely become partners for the shinkansen, these, the unstable ones, were the scraps who could be thrown away. To those who criticized him, he simply explained that these individuals were a liability. They were too unpredictable. Too dangerous. Still, he could not force others to heed his warnings, and here at the auction house, "profit" spoke louder than he. Cyril wasn't surprised when this urakata bit the guard and began to scream. Such a disturbance... everyone was watching now, though the clamor of buyers and sellers only paused for a moment. Cyril saw curiosity in their eyes. All of this was just entertainment to them, wasn't it? Just a lovely show. How entitled to this way of life they must feel. In their minds it was obvious that humans should rule over urakata. There was no contest, and no possibility that this would ever change. Cyril believed that this was idiocy. "Go treat your wound," the shinkansen told the guard. Although his voice was far from overbearing, it was spoken in such a way that made it clear his orders were not to be questioned. "Where is this urakata being kept? I will take him back."
The guard, rather confused at first by the idea of a civilian ordering him around, gave Cyril an odd look and a few harsh words before he realized who he was talking to. Backtracking on his words, he briefly described the location before offering a meek apology and briskly walking away. Turning his gaze towards the trembling urakata, Cyril addressed the cause of the disturbance in the same practically monotone voice, "If you try to flee or attack, I will inflict enough pain to push you to the brink of death. If you cooperate, there will be no need for harm.
"So which is it? Will you walk with me or try to escape?" |
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