The Sorrowsprawl Slave Quaters

@♆ Kai ¥ Since the young Angel became enslaved, or rather, the vessal he was possessing was enslaved, Felix made the most of it. Afterall, it wasn't his mission to bare freedom to this pour soul but rather in search for on here in Heleo to cross through Heaven's gates. Yet, there was a problem. The soul he needs to collect and is missing. Hence why he was sent to Heleo in order to find it. The name was Kim Jongin. Very young man who lived a forefilling life. Felix was instructed to watch over his passing. To make sure he can secure the pure light and him over. However in the records, something was amiss.

Each day when he wasn't attending to the Alter or cleaning at the Boar Inn, he was own his protrol through the streets of Central. Jongin could be anywhere actually. His soul could've went to a different person or animal or.. object. The records show he is here. They were never wrong. It's just up to Felix to investigate.

Maybe it was a blessing he was in the slave quarters. The angel watched creatures of all kind come and go. Some with the grant of freedom and some carried off after the auctions. Felix found it in himself to tend to the slaves that were most angry or scared, assuring them things will be alright. Some found peace with Felix's etheral aura. Some.. well, they would be some work.

Mercury sliver hues landed on the newbie that entered the quarters. It was fairely easy to tell this one was a demon. They have a specific energy radiating around them to an angel. Felix wasn't the one to judge anyone of course. He always saw the good in people. Then, there was a smell Felix detected. Smell of sin. All demons have a certain scent and of course they all smell of sin. This one however, it was like Felix could taste it on his tongue. Bitter. The angel wasn't deterred nonetheless. He flashed a small welcoming smile to the demon.

"Another unfortunte soul in the quarters. How did they get you?"

@♆ ♕ Huang Mi Ni “For the 100th time since I’ve reclaimed it, I’d reached into the liquid veil I touch. Its waters harbors the source of my power. I sift its contents through my fingers. I feel the streaming flow of mana from it. Inexhaustible like myself and the few others of my kind endless.”

The lord of dreams walks through the long night at the peak. From the realm, he observes the sea of dreams along the long river overseeing the cliff of Kirin Peaks underneath a sea of stars overhead. In fact, it had been just that a sea of stars. Tonight he had felt alone. Solitude was his constant companion, but on this night by the dreamy shore, loneliness overwhelmed him in waves, pulling at his spirits. He had left behind the world of Heleo. He considers these beings to be his inferior as he watches them from the astral plane of his domain. Now he faced a very different proposition indeed. Upon learning that his brother, whom he had believed to be deceased for many years, was in desperate need of help, he quickly responded. The Dragon initially saw the demonic massagers as a provocation, but the barely decipherable markings on the creatures made him reconsider.Only a handful knew Calvin’s existence on Heleo of people, and he quickly identified the sender of the hurried message.

For the first time, he’d hoped to dare to hope. He held fast to a glimmer of hope that his brother may be alive. Now to reunite with his brother, he must venture to a place in which he may not return from. The castle he must enter is that of the Demonic princess Gluttony herself. The lingering questions that had gone unanswered echoed in his thoughts. If Calvin had been alive, why did he stay in the castle all this time? A question the Dragon knew would have to wait until he had a better grasp on the situation. He descended to Heleo and met the princess where she was waiting. Princess, what is the reason for summoning me in such a way?”

@♆ Kai ¥ Don't kill, they had told her after a slave sharing her room had died. Don't eat people, they had told her after she'd been found eating yet another slave. Don't do this, don't do that. Be good, be docile, stay inside until we figure out what to do with you. The strange collar they had put on her forced her to comply. It did not bend her will, but it blocked her powers when she wanted to use them to kill someone or to eat them. That was alright though. Some slaves were so weak she could kill them with her feeble, mortal body alone. She had discovered it after some experimenting, after some hours of increasingly growing hunger. She could eat the furniture, even the house itself, normally, but she'd been instructed not to. The metal bars, the wooden benches were too hard for to bite through without her powers. It was strange. Very strange, and very unpleasant for her teeth which could bite through anything to be stopped by something as feeble as wood. Don't eat this, don't eat that. Ah, but the hunger in her grew. It grew with each prayer that her message had been delivered, with each second hoping that her precious one was alright. The pit in her stomach expanded and like an endless scream in her mind it drove her to desperate measures. And that is how she found out she could kill without using her powers. A slave, female, in simple clothes lay on the ground. Her eyes were ripped open, open as if gasping in surprise. Her head was split open, blood and brains gushing over the ground. Mini stood next to her, breathing quickly, holding a large rock in her hands. With a delighted grin she fell to her knees and picked up the dead slave's arm. And then she bit into the soft flesh. It was not as easy as usual, but she could bite through the skin, through the muscle, fat and tissue. The bone did not give way, but that was alright. The dead slave's blood trickled down and Beelzebub groaned in guttural satisfaction. One small bite after the other, she ate her long overdue meal. And for a little while, she would a bit better. Until the dead slave's flesh ran out. Then she would need to find more.

@♆ Kai ¥ Sensing the new vessel of Envy, Joy immediately followed the essence of her dear sibling. She immediately made her way to the slave quarters as she knew very well of Envy's presence. Once she was at the entrance of the slave quarters, seeing some slaves cleaning the area, she doesn't like it. However, she only came for her sibling. She walked up to a corridor where she followed the man who just went to the other platform, a grin creeped in her face as she followed him. Once he saw him drinking a glass of water, she leaned against the wall, "Finished your chores?" She greeted with a grin on her face as her eyes glowed green, crossing her arms.

@❖ Chris Roma A moment later, she reappeared right where she had vanished from. Once again, she swept her arm horizontally through the air before her. Once again her figure flickered out of existence, then back in. After several more attempts, she stopped and stared at her hands. 'What is going on?' She couldn't get home anymore. But she could clearly still create a portal... so why wasn't it working?!

Mini lifted her hand and touched the collar that had been put around her neck. She hooked her fingers in it and gave it a sharp tug. Her head jerked forward but otherwise nothing happened. "W what is happening?", she whimpered, her chest heaving as she grew increasingly upset with the situation. "I don't have time for this, I need to go I need to go!", she muttered to herself as she tried to pull the collar away.

Eventually, Mini sunk to her feet, crying bitterly. "Stop crying you stupid! You need to go save Calvin! You have to- you have to save.. I have to save him!" Her voice was soft, as faint as a whisper in the wind but carried the full burden of her despair and sorrow. Despite her efforts, she was not quick to calm. It took many tears and sobs until an idea sprouted in her mind. She wiped some salty droplets from her eyes and shifted to sit cross-legged on the floor. Her hand outstretched she spawned another portal, too small for her to enter and waited. A few seconds later, a small demonic creature flew out. "Oh thank you thank you-", she whimpered and embraced it in a tight hug. A bit too tight it turned out, because it burst into a meaty paste and blood. "Ah- ...interesting." Mini scooped up some dead creature and ate it while staring contemplatively at the bloodstains coating her. 'I definitely still have my powers, they just don't work sometimes. Hmm.'

The demon the fingers of one hand clean while with her other hand she summoned another demonic creature. She didn't hug it this time, but smiled at it. It was as round as a ball, with jagged wings and large, buggy eyes that seemed to constantly dart around nervously. "Can you speak, vermin?" She asked it, and the demon's eyes began to dart to and fro faster. "Can you understand me?" The blob bounced up and down in the air, a gesture that Mini interpreted as a nod. "You need to take a message for me. For Christopher, a dragon. He's big, with lots of tattoos. Blond, and very handsome. You have to tell him... you have to tell him he needs to save Calvin. Tell him he needs to save Calvin. That Calvin is in the dungeon of my castle. My castle is in the coldest region on this planet, surrounded by an undying forest of dark pine trees. It's built on a mountain. He needs to hurry and find it, or Calvin will be truly gone." The demon's eyes darted around nervously. Mini created another portal and pointed at it. "Go!!" The demon did not go. The demon buzzed around anxiously.

This time, it did not take long for Mini to guess why. The vermin could not speak, so how could it relay her message... she would have to send a note. But how? She had no paper, nor a pen.

.....

The demon was still buzzing about. Buzz buzz buzz, it's fat round body occasionally bumping into the walls.

Mini smiled. "Come here, vermin. And tell some of your brothers to come as well."

~ some time later ~

Four small round demons hovered in the air, quivering, blood dripping from their bodies. Mini stood before them with a proud grin, blood dripping from her fingertips. Each demon had words carved into their body. One read 'Save Calvin', the second 'My Castle Dungeon', the third 'Neuschwanstein', the fourth 'Hurry!' She took a moment longer to admire her work, and then sent them off to scour the Kirin's Peak for the dragon she had described. Once again alone, Mini lay down on the dirty floor and looked up at the ceiling. As instructed, she waited without knowing what exactly she was waiting for. But, ah, why was that nagging feeling not completely gone yet? Strange. It was like there was something else she was forgetting... something she had been looking forward to...

Mini sat on a bench in a cell, her hands tucked in between her thighs and looked around blankly. Just earlier she had been playing with Emily, and then upon returning to her castle to grab a bite to eat... some men had stopped her. They said she couldn't enter the castle and that she had to come with them. Confused, Mini had complied and here she was. Apparently, she couldn't own things anymore. Apparently, she wasn't a royal anymore. Apparently, she was a slave now. Apparently, losing all your money meant being enslaved. Now she understood why her baby brother Mody worked, and why Mammon such large amounts of money. Mini bit down on her lower lip, curling it in. Her eyes moistened. This hadn't been supposed to happen.

It was cold in the cell where she had been instructed to wait. 'Cold?' A deep, nagging feeling set in the pit of her stomach. It wasn't a feeling of hunger, it was a feeling of dread. Her brows furrowed. 'Cold... It is cold, but not as cold as at home.' At home. Where Calvin was. Frozen in a block of ice, the temperature being maintained by a group of wizards she'd kidnapped. Her home, her castle, which apparently wasn't hers anymore. That meant the wizards would run away, and Calvin... Calvin... her love, her heart, her soul would melt and decay.

She couldn't let that happen. The demoness rose to her feet and with a prompt swipe of her arm vanished through a mirror of dark red smoke.

@♆ Joy Despite the circumstances of occupying an enslaved human, Kai was in high spirits as he cleaned up his area, ensuring that his bed was made and that the room was cleared of dust and dirt. The last light of the day had slowly began to fade as he winded down for the day, ensuring that all of his daily duties around the property were complete; he didn't want to raise any suspicions considering his facade depended heavily on his appearance. As he swept the last bit of dirt out of the building, he swore that he saw the silhouette of a feminine figure in the distance, just barely far enough to make out the vague outline. It was odd considering how late it was getting; most patrons who aimed to peruse through the available slaves came earlier in the day to ensure they got the best pick. Regardless, Kai brushed it off and went back inside the building, shutting the door behind him before grabbing a glass of water and heading back to his cot to settle down for the night.

@☠ Kyo Youngguk parts his lips and then quickly closes them, thinking twice better about his questions. He didn't want to come off rude, and he hardly knew the other ghoul's intentions. Bang shook the thought away and figured it was best to leave his question for another time and place. It is far too soon for Bang Yongguk to open his life's hatches before being central's property. He was neither comfortable nor ready to reveal the origins of his family living in the Wastelands. "Sorry, so never mind…I got caught in a bit of brain fog and forgot what I was going to say." He gave an apologetic smile knowing his new master would find his behavior rather odd. "Sorry, let me get that door for you." His hand reaches for the handle popping it open for you.

@♆ Choi Seunghyun ( I've always been trying to reply here but I keep forgetting to reply sorry ;;; )

She gasped as the unknown entity whispers words in her ears, it seemed to know what happened to her parents, it must be connected to 'him'! Seungwan tries to walk closer to the entity but it disappeared into the mist, the cold atmosphere she felt just this morning has gone. That entity she saw through her newfound power, it must hold some valuable information about her parent's death.

The hybrid shook her head and looks back at the bed before noticing that the notebook that her father always wrote is the same notebook that Seungwan draws doodles in, if her hunch that the entity is after what's inside her father's diary, then Seungwan had to make a ruse if ever that entity again shows up inside her room. She have to hide the diary. She gets her backpack and put the diary inside and carries it before setting off to her job as a maid in the central.

@⚜ Son Seungwan ¥ “Seungwan.” The demon whispered the name when the woman signed her name over the page. Spark of amber flames rest on his eyes as he went on stand by for his master’s further instructions. He was busy circling the young kitsune when an outburst of energy send him flying and his back hit the wall. For a moment, his head light and his ears ringing though it didn’t last long. The demon got back on his feet then the snake appeared wrapped around his neck.

“” The man cursed under his breath when the snake realised the situation they’re in and whispered words of profanity into the other creature’s ears. A fox replaced the woman they were keeping an eye on but all they did was stare at her, ignoring the fact she could see them. “Woe to you, woman of power. I hope your homes continue to smolder and never again you will rise.” The man pointed his hammer at the woman as blue flame engulfed the entire weapon but not leaving any damage to it. Slowly, like a vivid dream, they disappeared.

@☠ Bang Yongguk￥✔ I chuckle at your humor, a dry sound that leaves my lips. Even now I’m not entirely sure what I’ve gotten myself into, considering you and I have sparsely interacted outside of the recent desperation in the arena. We walk to my transport in silence until I’m met with your question. I glance at you, an eyebrow raised in curiosity before looking straight ahead again. “Of course. Ask away, Yongguk.”

@♆ Choi Seunghyun The hybrid woke up in the next morning, her diary was still on her chest looked around. She took the opportunity write the last page, this time to conceal the hidden message that his father had as she wrote a heartfelt message on the last page: "I know it's hard to accept it but I know you were still worried about me, you never lose hope until the end and I know that you never gave up searching for me. Thank you, Mom and Dad... Your ever loving girl, Seungwan..."

Then her overflowing emotions she felt right now is so strong that her collar couldn't control its energy just like how she transformed into a fox for the first time, she unlocked the power to see the unusual things. Her eyes flared up blue and sees hears unusual things then she looks back to see a black figure behind her, "W-Who are you?!" She asked them as she holds more of the diary.

@⚜ Son Seungwan ¥ “Ha!” Both the man and the snake sneered hearing the woman’s conclusion. “Someone must tell him about the book’s content.” The snake said, coiling itself arund the creature’s wrist. “You do it. I want to mess with her.” The other groaned, poking the woman’s cheek. They waited. And once the twilight slowly peeked through the horizon, the man opened his palm while the snake slowly disappeared into thin air.

Seunghyun stayed at the infirmary, imprisoned by the limitations of the vessel he has chosen: Going outside when the sun slowly rising would definitely cause suspicion if he didn’t disintegrate like a vampire would. So despite hating the idea of spending his day cooped up inside the infirmary, he remained in his office. A dark shadow gliding through the light, onto the table where Seunghyun was busy reading a list of patients. Slowly, the shadow showed a silky scale, revealing the snake in its form. “Spit it out.” The demon said, not even giving any recognition.

“The father wrote of his views of the world. His journey and leaves words of life onto his daughter’s life.” The snake replied. Seunghyun stopped, groaning as he leaned back and stared at the ceiling. “Then he must have left a hint there. Dig more.” He waved his hand and the snake returned to its owner.

@♆ Choi Seunghyun Seungwan looked around and found the window rattled violently because of the wind, she quickly fixes it so it won't rattle and looks around again. "I guess mom and dad's ghost is haunting me now..." She muttered and went back to her bed, now clutching the diary on her chest. Seungwan sighed and closes her eyes to sleep once again, forgetting what has happened tonight and wanted to wake up in the morning so she could work again in the community services around Heleo.

@⚜ Son Seungwan ¥ As the woman stirs from her bed, the creature float about circling her, analysing her every movement. Then the least expected happened, the woman opened the diary. A grin of victory slides across the creature’s face. The snake rattled its tail, now sticking it’s tongue and poking the creature’s pointy ears. They silently settled behind the kitsune, looking over her shoulder and reading the handwritten journal of the father. “Useless informations.” The snake hissed when the woman only read parts of when her father gave encouraging words. “Release me.” The slithering animal went inside the creature’s ear and out into the other. “I cannot. Thee must stay.” The creature replied. “Weak.” The snake aggressively parted its mouth and digged its pearly fangs into the creature’s neck.”

“Thou must cease such behaviour.” The creature pulled the snake by the tail as black fluid ooze from his neck. He raised a brow, flicking the woman’s forehead when she growled. “Silly woman.” The window pane rattled as the wind blew harder.

@♆ Choi Seunghyun Seungwan rose from the bed and gets the diary, she then starts reading back at his father's notes to make herself feel better. When she was kidnapped and branded a slave, her father gave words of encouragement to her through his notes. It made her smile. Ever since she became a slave she never cut her hair short, her mother always wanted her to have a long hair because it suits on her. So every time she cuts her hair, it was always the same level as her upper torso.

Her felow slaves told her that she's more beautiful with her long hair and she kept their words. She sighed and she was about to go read the last blank page but decided not to because she is very cautious that anyone is spying on her. Then she felt the cold breeze out of nowhere, "Who's there?" She clutched her diary close to her chest while her other hand draws out her claws then she growled at whoever is spying on her.

@⚜ Son Seungwan ¥ The creature that the harbinger of bad omen left to watch the woman is a tall muscular man with pointy ears and burning eyes. His mouth crimson and his tongue of that of a snake. With him a hammer and a snake slithering around his right arm. Enormous wings on his back, his complexion blueish like that of decaying body. The lesser creature listened and witnessed the young kitsune grew ears of a fox and claws springing out dangerously. He hissed and huffed smoke out of his nostrils. “He who has no name must know this.” A low husky voice came from the snake that wrapped itself around the creature’s neck. “We must wait.” The creature said staring at the diary underneath the makeshift bed then noticed the collar around the woman’s neck. “She hear none of us.” The creature scanned the room and immediately, cold breeze blew in.

Meanwhile back at the infirmary, the Seunghyun has been busy taking care of his wealthy patients, picking who offers a better deal as they line up to be given quality of care

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@♆ Choi Seunghyun Seungwan was sleeping soundly when all of a sudden, she got into a nightmare where she was in a void all alone until she heard screams of her parents, the hybrid ran to where their screams are before she was met by a fiery flames and imagined how her parents died. She could see them trapped in their own room with nothing that could set them free. Seungwan screamed and tries to ran towards them but it was no use until a debris collapsed on her which made her wake up with a shout on top of her lungs with her fox ears and claws showing, her orbs were glowing cerulean.

"It was... a nightmare..." She pants before looking around, not aware that there's a demon lurking and her sensitive senses were concealed because of the collar. Seungwan clutched her chest tightly and looked at the bright light that went through the window, it was from the moon, maybe it's midnight. The curfew of the slaves has already begun and it was a good thing that she went back to the quarters early.

@⚜ Son Seungwan ¥ With his prying eyes, he watches her every move and wishes that she give a way any hint of knowledge about the secret that led to his parents’ death. But the demon falls heavily from the high he’s on, jumping of the ceiling but lands without making any sound. The woman choses to be mum, ignoring her comrades and sleeps in such uncomfortable place. The demon takes few steps, lowering himself and hovers above the girl. “No tears.” He said, frowning in deep thought about the woman’s behaviour. “You either are hit hard by your parents’ death, you became numb. Or you didn’t care at all.”

He dares to reach for her face, grazing his sharpened nails along that smooth skin and whispered into her ears,
“Woe unto thee oh death
For thou has ambushed
Me like a bandit
Paged my face with sorrow
I sought solace in grief
Come finish me off quickly
I'm of no good than a dead Widow”

“Master.” A groggy sound ringing in the demon’s head as he snapped a look out the window. Squinting to adjust his vision, the demon saw the creature he sent to spy in the infirmary. “They seek the doctor.”

The demon took another glance at the woman. “You watch her like a hawk. And make sure to take grab the opportunity to see what’s inside this diary. Know her name. Her friends. Her acquintance. She if this idiot have anything to live for. And if she does know something, then report back to me.” He said, stepping off from the sleeping creature and turned to the evil spirit. “Make no mistake. She must not escape the excruciating pain of this unjust world.” The demon left and went to be Seunghyun, the vampire doctor.

@♆ Choi Seunghyun ( Its okay~ <3 )

Seungwan went back to her quarters, she was greeted by the other slaved kitsunes with a smile that turned into a frowning ones, just by looking at the hybrid's face, they knew it was a bad news. One of them offered her a comfort but Seungwan refused and walked inside her room, she placed the diary and a pocket watch at the end table beside her makeshift bed and there she stayed on top of it. Curling up and hugs her knees, she must not grieve, she cannot cry on them forever, she had to be smart and collective.

Her mind starts to make a bulletin board inside it and making a plan to investigate on what caused the fire, she first had to look for the doctor and where his clinic is and then, when time comes she had to have enough money to make an appointment with him. Maybe that's one of his plans but she's a slave, but she needs to find a job first. With that in mind, she sighed and fell asleep.

@⚜ Son Seungwan ¥ Now, the demon in his spirit form lingered in the shadows, hiding himself from any light to avoid a mishap. So close yet so far, he could see everything she’s doing. Alone. It is so easy to just kill her and be done with it. But something is not sitting right with him. the woman’s father is such a blabber mouth, who else did he tell Seunghyun’s secret too? The line of information spreading should be cut off. And it should end with the death of the man and his wife.

The woman returned to Heleo looking so gloomy while the demon feeds off from her grieving soul. He became energetic as his powers grew, making all of his senses in their pristine condition. He heard her doubtful words. “Mhmm…she is suspecting. Not good.” The demon thought to himself when he noticed where the road has led him.

“Ah…” A sly grin slowly creeping across his face when the woman entered the slave’s quarters. “Tsk tsk. Poor child, so alone. She’s needing a shoulder to cry on. Bleh” He hunched forward and tried not to gag because to even the thought of feeling sorry was making his stomach go 360. The demon entered the slave’s quarters, hanging upside down from the ceiling, waiting for the woman to fall asleep.

[ sorry about that]

@☠ Kyo Bang Yongguk, the ghoul, stands in the center of the door to his slave quarter. He's anxious to leave the old quarter. A run-down shake he'd called home for that past year with his belongings in his hands. A grateful smile rests on his face, his suitcase in hand, staring at you. Appreciative of the gesture of his new Master being a family face and a ghoul himself, it brought an underlying sense of comforting familiarity.
"Is a pig made out of pork? Let's go home, Master."
He joins by your side, giving the play that once was his home a final glance, more than prepared to close this chapter in history. "Master Kyo," He prompts, turning to look over at you. "May I ask you a question?"

@☠ Bang Yongguk￥✔ The auctioneer shows me to your quarters, giving a brief knock on the door before swinging it open wide. Despite the abrasive behavior on the auctioneer's behalf, I maintain my cordiality. "Good evening, Yongguk. Are you ready to go?"

@☠ Christian Yu ¥ (SH) What the did he just walk in on? He was here for a completely different reason. He was here under a completely different contract. This was... what the was this? Torture, the mage realized dully. This was torture. The second Vagabond walked into that room was the same second he knew something was up. Watching those men beat and drag someone across the floor after surrounding it with fire just to see the fear in its eyes. The scream was what terrified him, and very little things nowadays terrify him. However it was just the way it screamed... writhing on the floor in agony as it was forced to revert back into a different form. A human form. They tranquilized it. The same ghoul they sent him out countless of times because he broke out of this supposedly "safe" environment. But that was clearly a lie. They were lying to him - this place was not a safe space. Not for him, not for the ghoul, or any of the other poor souls he can see locked in various other cages and cells. This room was clearly not a room the assassin was meant to see and that much was clear.

The mood in the room shifted when everyone became hyper aware that Vagabond had witnessed every single second of it. The slavers were nervous, they couldn't read him. Not with the mask on. It hid his features, hid his expressions and it hid the fury in his eyes. He never liked being lied to. Vagabond's slow footsteps echoed through the room, combat foots heavy against the rotten floorboards as they creaked, groaned, and whimpered under his feet with every slow, methodical step he took. The slaver's cowered as he sized them up, fury now evident in his tense shoulders and in the way his hands were now tight fists. There was only one thing that could be distinguished from him and that was-

'Get the out of my sight.'

They ran. Like cowards, like sheep staring down at a hungry wolf, they ing ran. He will deal with them later. Vagabond now stood before the crumbled figure of a man. Wounded, bleeding, . The man was the same ghoul that tussled with him several times. The ghoul had every reason to loathe him. Now, however, Vagabond is not here to harm him. His other contract was going to be ignored - in his mind, this was more important; had he known he was helping the wrong people sooner... Gritting his teeth behind the mask in annoyance, the mage uses his spellcasting ability to conjure up some some medical equipment as well as a thick blanket. Slowly approaching, not wanting to anger the man, he crouches down and places the blanket around his shoulders; a peace offering, of sorts. With the first-aid kit in hand and every intention of patching up any wound he could, he remains still and unmoving in front of him for a moment; waiting patiently to see the other's reaction. Would he let him close enough to be able to tend to him?

It's the fact that the assassin was even willing to do this was enough of a hint that there seemed to be a change of heart and thus, a shift in loyalty. The ghoul, the man before him, seemed to have Vagabond's hand in favor at the moment and it was up to him to decide where he wanted to take that.

@♦ Christopher Bang Christian hit the floor with a guttural noise, and a choked cry of pain, a right hand held to his chest as the left arm bent partially inward as blood gushed from defensive wounds and the shielded puncture. Disoriented, with the drug inducing sleepiness and relaxation, he tries to fight the onset- but it’s in the blood stream and the dosage could have taken down a full grown horse. Within minutes, the bloodied and battered frame settles on the floor with a quiet groan, surroundings growing dark until the consciousness completely slips. The limp frame is then drug out into the hallway, the clothing he’d stolen stripped away until all that remained was a body, and with hands gripped on ankles and wrists, he’s hoisted up and swung into his cell with a loud ‘Thud!’.

Jᴜsᴛ ᴀ ғᴇᴡ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴇᴀʀʟɪᴇʀ..

Flames spur forth from a flamethrower as shrill shrieking echos throughout the entire building, other neighboring slaves cowered in their cells and shackles. One would think being barred kept monsters like Christian at bay, but the false sense of security was one man’s demise just a week earlier. An emaciated limb reached into the cell of a curious mind coming to see what all the ruckus was, but not fast enough to get away from sharpened claws and bony fingers as it shredded the stomach open. To this day, the room still reeks of a bodily odor...

Meanwhile, slavers clamor to corner the rabid wendigo into a room with fire, in hopes to get a moment to shoot, but despite being a whooping 8 ft tall, his movements are quick and unpredictable, the searing heat from the flames the only thing keeping the creature stationary for longer than 2.5 seconds. With impenetrable skin, several shots were wasted, but it is only with the help of a buckshot from a shotgun, and a last ditch effort from a fire-tipped crossbow arrow, did the tranquilizer meet its target.. and thus did the creature cry out upon impact.


"Ừ̶̮̣͈̖̐̐͋̓͒̅̐̅̇͝u̴̡̩̰̹̜̟͖̗̳̰̐̎̋̃̒̒͌̂̇͑̆͌͒͘ͅų̶̢͉̹͓̗̯͇̝̈́̋͂̓̓̓͒̾͠͝ú̸̢̡͕̹̠̳̞̲͈̮̰͍̙̳͚́̓̉́̀̿͑͌̿̑͐́l̴͈̒̎̎̾͠ľ̵̢͖̤̣̮̙̬͋̎̓̈̊̀̉͐̏̃̚̕͝͠-̷̧͍̺̞̖̈̀-̶̨͚͋͆͂̿͗̃̋̏r̸̡̨̲͇͖̜͙̘̝̱̘̗̯͗̽͛́̅̈́̉̇́̃̍̚͝e̸̩̱̒̇͐͊͂́̅͊͗̕ę̴̢͈͖͈̬̩̖̮̗̟̣̈́̈́e̸̤̣̯̻͎̺͙̩͌̈́̓̓͌́͐̿̋̀̔̐̓̕͠é̷̳̥̹͇͉̓̄͝ê̸̱̹͈̭̄̔̿͆̊͛́͘͝͝͝!̷͓̱͑̊̀̈́̅̿͊̈́́͑͜"


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@დ Kang Daesung The unusual noise that clashed and formed his name together confused Christian, unsure if what he was looking at was in fact Daesung or not. Unfortunately, no amount of blinking would clear the vision. The second time the voice rang much clearer, and he's making a genuine attempt to sit up, or at least lift the head- and to some extent he did. The shape of the physique did come to be less blurry, but otherwise perception had remained unchanged.

'ᴮᵉ ˢᵗʳᵒⁿᵍ, ᴵ’ˡˡ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᶠᵒʳ ʸᵒᵘ'

With the remainder of strength drained from rearing the head, it slowly descends downward back to the floor to rest on the same cheek, the unfamiliar voice providing little to no comfort. There was a response this time, although the quiet, helpless groan is overshadowed by the yelling of the guard. The exchange was a quick one, a drooping eyelid closing off the leftover interaction, noting feet moving away as the last known image. For Christian, time passed slowly, and the dozing in and out from pain, starvation and exhaustion meant a slow onset of stress induced anxiety attacks. Off and on over the course of the day between minuscule sleep, and dry crying, the weak frame managed to crawl over toward the makeshift bed, but unable to climb into it. That, is where Daesung would find him, on the floor, in a partial fetal position, with dried blood cascaded down either shoulder, the back and bare buttocks.

@☠ Christian Yu ¥ (SH) It only required a mere glimpse of the man's poor state to inform Daesung of what had transpired moments prior. His face remained unchanging recalling his former days as a battered prisoner. He places his voice modulator to his throat to translate for him allowing the robotic voice to speak for him. “Christian.” The man’s name came out choppy automated sound. “Christian,” he repeated through the voice box this time sounding full of stern yet warmth. “Be strong, I’ll come back for you.” Though the computerized voice echoed no humanize harmony his chestnut brown eyes remain firm and full of promise.

“Hey, you! You are no longer a property if these premises you must vacate immediately. A guard
Appeared to the right of Daesung ushering him along. The shifter gradually released the bar holding his gaze on the man on the floor. Daesung mouthed the words “wait for me,” though no voice came out before being escorted out of the building. Outside he headed towards the nearest train station until he was out of the guards' view. Once certain that he wasn't being followed nor watched the shifter wait in the forest just beyond the slave quarters and waited for the sun to descend into the earth. Hours passed, and he was cloaked within the darkness camouflaging into the night. Intent on keeping his word Daesung headed back to the slave quarters through the secret passage he’d created years prior. For he was a man of his word and he was hell-bent on keeping it. He wouldn’t allow another person to suffer the way he had suffered all those years.

@დ Kang Daesung Christian's head pounded while the entire body, and namely the back felt like fire from multiple lacerations and open wounds. Dizzy from blood loss and nauseous from the earlier 'adventure', the focus all poured into breathing carefully as not to trigger shooting pain from the expansion of lungs. The shouting from down the hall sounds distorted, and yet a relief to know his captors and abusers were no longer there to beat him. Uncomfortable for varying reasons, he never moved from the current position where the body had collapsed and been left.

The sounds of footsteps nearing were heard, but not registered- only subconscious fear linger in the back of the conscious mind.. and he did not want to die here, wherever he was. Beginning the stages of dozing in and out of consciousness from the unbearable pain and overall lack of strength, noise of bars being hit against by presumably a hand does not to stir anything but unseen emotion. However, the noise is persistent, and so he tries to open the eye that wasn't swollen, and got a brief, blurry glimpse of a familiar frame. The physique wasn't the tell tale sign, rather, the hair and watery eyed shape of a nose was. Unable to get the vision to clear, it can be seen he's straining to see what he's looking at, but never does he reach or cry out, likely from pain and the belief he could not be saved in this foreign territory.

@☠ Christian Yu ¥ (SH) His ears prick up at the sound of labored breathing and faint sobs. The sound provoked no reaction from him. Years of living in the slave quarters made the distressing cries now equated to the ambient white noise rather than a call to action. Daesung released a long exhalation of his own before scrambling to sit up. "Hey, you! Champion!" He turned in the direction of the guard, placing the key in the lock and pilling back the cell block door. "It's your lucky day. By the power invested by Central government authorities, you are no longer declared state property. You're free to go." The words came as a shock. Still, he found it hard to believe the government officials would honor their word. "You got one hour to clear out of here, alright?"

Daesung did as he was instructed. Gathering what little belonging he had to claim in the quarters, he placed them in a tattered leather rucksack. The light weight of the bag was a great reprieve for him, knowing that he kept the majority of his valuables at his shop. With that thought in mind, where was he to go? The quarters had been his home for nearly four years. The shop's long table was going to have to do for the time being. Another exhaled breath fled his lips. He stepped forth, taking his first breath as a free man. He made his way down the long corridor of the halls when something of interest earned in pause. He turned to his left to see a seemly lifeless figure lying on the floor of a dirty cell. His eyes narrowed on your form, and immediate recognition alerted him. 'Christian…' His eyes take notice of the torment your body has suffered. The mute man placed his hand on the bar and kneeled to get your attention while tapping the metal bar.