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The Slave Auction Meme

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Warning: Be aware that this meme deals with dark subjects like slavery and may also contain non-consensual/dubiously consensual sex, violence, and kink.

SLAVES

1. The Newbie - This is your very first auction and you don't quite know what to expect. Hopefully you remember your training and don't disgrace yourself in front of your new master. Hopefully someone thinks you're worth buying at all.

2. The Oldtimer - You've been bought and sold and bought again so many times. You've seen it all before and don't think this time is going to be much different. In fact, the only real anxiety you've got is whether or not someone's going to pay for a more than slightly used slave.

3. The Pet - You're a pleasure slave. A bed warmer. A decorative piece of artwork. You're meant to look pretty and be pleasing and not much else.

4. The Guard - Your master hired you because of your ability to swing a sword or shoot a gun, not your looks.

5. The Escape Artist - Somehow you always manage to squirm out of your master's chains. Too bad you seem to get caught after a while. Maybe your next daring escape will be permanent. Then again, maybe your next master has special ways of keeping you locked up.

6. The Undercover - You aren't a slave at all, you're just pretending to be one. Why? Well that's up to you. Either way, your cover is blown if you don't act the part.

7. The Specialist - You have a skill that no one else has. Something rare and valuable. Something your master needs more than anything else.

MASTERS

1. The Customer - You've owned slaves before and this trip to the market is nothing new to you. Still, you're hoping to find something worth your while.

2. The Gift - Someone bought a pet for you, isn't that nice of them? Or maybe it isn't so nice. Did you even want a slave in the first place? Well you're stuck with one now.

3. The Giver - You're selecting a slave for someone else, and they need to be perfect. Perhaps you'd better test them out first to make sure you're getting your money's worth.

4. The Trainer - You specialize in taming unruly slaves and making them over into perfect, obedient, well-trained pets.

5. The Rebel - You hate the idea of slavery, but the system isn't going to go away any time soon, so the next best thing is to buy up any slave you can get your hands on and free them, right?

6. The Companion - You want someone to be with you always, someone you can talk to and depend on, someone who will never leave your side. It's a good thing that money can buy that these days.

7. The Undercover - You're not actually a Master. You're at the auction for an entirely different reason. Maybe it's special policework, maybe you're trying to hunt down a certain someone. Either way, your cover is blown unless you act the part.

As always, feel free to use a combination of scenarios or make up your own if you have other ideas.

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[He's not even sure he believes she'll be back - something will go wrong, his price will be too high, she'll find someone less dangerous and decide he's not worth the trouble for her little crusade...

Loki mostly spends the time mentally berating himself between when Nabooru leaves and when she returns with a guard in tow. And then she does come back, and he looks at her in undisguised shock for a second. Nabooru succeeds where almost no one else has - she renders Loki speechless, even temporarily.

In part because it's an effort to tear his gaze away from that key. He wants that key, and all it promises. Loki grits his teeth against a sigh of longing when she puts it away, and just focuses on the door instead. The sound of it creaking out is like music.]

Too heavy to run. [Very far.] But I'm sure I can keep up.

[He still winces when he gets to his feet - he's been sitting too long, far too long, had started to forget the point of standing up. After all, the roof of the cage isn't very high, while Loki is quite tall.

But he can walk, a little unsteadily for now, and he does to get out of the cage at long last. His legs are unrestrained, although the weight of the manacles on his wrists is a heavy one.]

[Nabooru couldn't promise much height. Loki would end up towering almost a foot over her. But she was very dangerous, which she was hoping she wouldn't have to demonstrate on him. He seemed like a nice fellow in a poor situation. Then again, he had said he'd... murdered?? someone. Or at least tried to cause harm. And she still didn't have the whole story on that.

While she wants to believe he's going to be a worthy asset, trusting blindly would be too stupid. Which is why she's apt to keep him in the chains for a little while longer, even if she doesn't like it.

When they get outside there's two mares waiting. Beautiful and sandy in color, the largest one she mounts. The slightly smaller one being a very needy daughter to hers. Even roughly rode, it wouldn't go too far from its mother. Nabooru makes plans for everything.]

Do you know how to ride? [If he said no, the efforts she'd made would be a waste. She'd just get him to ride on hers behind.]

[Loki has the capacity to be very dangerous, but his motivations for that tend to be intensely personal. He'll drift off to sleep for many nights fantasizing at how to get back at the slavers, and the matter that landed him here in the first place had been an old, vicious grudge.

For the moment, he's actually positively disposed towards Nabooru, even if a part of him knows that he really shouldn't be and is disgusted at himself for it. The lesser of two evils is not necessarily good.

But at least it's less evil. And at least he's learned to never, ever underestimate a woman.

He notices the horses when they get outside - it's hard not to, as they're both rather imposing animals. He eyes them a little warily, even as he draws nearer with Nabooru.]

It's been a while. [Not just since he was imprisoned, either. Loki knows how to ride, but what with one thing and another it's a skill he hasn't been called on much to use in the last several years.] Since I assume you're going to be leading the way in any case, I can manage not to fall off. [Of course, he'd say that much even if he couldn't - how hard can not falling off be? He does not know enough about horses to know what their relation is to one another. And besides, riding looks better than walking.]

Good! That's just what I wanted to hear. [Since leaving the cell, she seemed to regain some cheerfulness. Really she had quite the sunny personality. If the situation called for it. And since she figured he'd been quite mistreated for quite some time, she thought it did.

She clicked to her horse before leading hers on in a canter.] The name's Nabooru. Sorry for not introducing myself earlier. I just thought getting out of there faster would be the better option.

[Loki got onto his horse without much trouble. He could use his hands enough to work the reins, and use his legs to give it a nudge. If his motions were a bit clumsy due to lack of practice, the mare still seemed to know what he meant, and set off after her mother.

He smiled, for a brief moment. It was a genuine smile, without any bitterness or mockery or self-effacement, the sort he hadn't felt in longer than he could remember. But there and then, he was just happy to feel himself moving away from his old cage, and letting himself be just a bit hopeful that his situation really had improved. The fact that Nabooru seemed to feel similarly to him at being out of that place was a detail he noticed and appreciated. Even if he was still in chains, maybe she wouldn't keep him that way.

Or maybe she'd at least understand when he ran away in the night. Until then, even if he wasn't free, he was freer, and it lifted his spirits a bit.]

And I am Loki, and you thought correctly. They might not have been so accommodating if they knew you'd dared to give a slave your proper name. They would have been terrified you'd give me ideas above my station.

Tch. [A cluck of her tongue that was followed up with a dissimilar smile. She seemed to not have any good will on that notion.] If it were profitable to take my women and destroy their trade, I would. As it is now, essentially waging war is not a good option. Much as I detest their trade.

[She spoke every bit like a woman in power, because she was. She headed her women warriors, and they were fierce. But even she was not stupid enough to go to war with forces that would end up being too much for her people to contend with. Much as she'd like to be cocky and believe they would and could own the world, that had never been her motto.] You might like it there. [Watching him out of the corner of her eye.] Though I have a feeling that you want to leave as soon as possible. [He didn't belong there any more than he did in that cage. If she were in his position she'd do the same exact thing.]

[Her words caught him off guard. For a moment, Loki wondered if he'd been that transparent. For a second, he was even sorry he'd let her see it, and wondered if she was angry.

It was a feeling he squashed viciously as soon as he was aware of it, and it was a feeling replaced by disgust with himself. He really had been in that cage far too long. He hadn't even known how deep they'd gotten their hooks into him.] Yes, I do. And I have no reason to be ashamed of that. [He said it like he was reminding himself, as much as her.]

You have been better than I could have expected a mistress to be. But that is what you are - you own the key to my chains. You own me.

[He wanted to trust her, if only because she was a friendly face, and those had always been in short supply for one reason or another. He wanted to trust her because she had power over him and he was sick of people abusing that. She seemed to sympathize with him, but that could all have been a lie to keep him cooperative until his chances at escape slipped away. He knew nothing about this land or the attitudes it held. And so Loki wouldn't, couldn't let himself forget the position he was in. The idea of being satisfied with just being shackled was abhorrent.]

Even if you hate their trade, as I do, you might very well decide that I am too dangerous to your people to be released, and there would be nothing I could do if you did.

I'm hoping it's not going to come to that. But you were nice enough to tell me there was a reason for those shackles. [It could have been very much so that she was bringing a threat home. And that wouldn't do. While she was more than sure that her people could defend themselves. But she really, really didn't want it to get that far.]

That being said, I'd be remiss if I just let you wander off into the desert. It's why I'm bringing you back. You'll die out there without supplies, at the very least. [And saying that could have brought even more problems. But she was trusting him with it. If she let him go he could ravage and take what he wanted, if that was what he chose to do. But she still chose to be an optimist.]

There is. And if you're expecting me to call down lightning from the skies when they're gone, I'm afraid you'll be left disappointed. [Or relieved, as the case may be.] It isn't that sort of magic. [It's the sort of magic that will just make it very, very easy for him to get away, and hard for him to be followed.

The reminder about supplies sobers him, adds a piece of rationality to his rampaging emotions. Even if he could get away, he wouldn't leave Nabooru stranded. He's done a lot of morally wrong things, that's part of how he wound up in this mess, but he's not a murderer.]

What country is this? [But while they were riding, he could at least try to learn something about the land he would hopefully soon be setting out into alone.]

The land's called Hyrule. Where we live is called Gerudo Valley. Named for us, the Gerudo. We're outsiders. [Which was a fun little place to be in. Thieves and warriors by necessity. But she said this with such a tone of pride that it almost clashed with the meaning.]

If you run back the way we came, it's more than likely the dogs will pick you back up for resale. The land past the desert is wasteland, which I can show you through in good time. [Past that was opportunity, maybe. Nobody ever traveled that far out.] I want to help you. So believe me when I say that me letting you out of those chains and you going off is not the best bet to make.

[Hyrule. Gerudo Valley. Gerudo. All around them, desert. Past the desert, wasteland. Loki listens intently, filing the information away for later.

He is struck then with how far he's come, without ever even really noticing. It feels like he's come all the way to the end of the world. And past that, more unknown.

But really, there's nothing from him back the way he's come, besides recapture. Maybe it's time to move on...especially if Nabooru is offering to guide him through that wasteland.]

...I believe you.

[It's an effort for him to admit it, but finally, even his habitual wariness and suspicion can't get around the fact that she really seems to want to help him.]

Those men that got you. The woman said they were some kind of traveling traders. Sounds like the woman paid them pretty good, but they're a greedy bunch. [Around the bend they start heading into a much more dry and heated environment. The shift comes out of nowhere. She leads her horse up a small plank of wood over a small creak of water. A waterfall off to the side is just up ahead, along with a much larger bridge to cross and a guard standing nearby.]

I hope the place suits you. Not everyone enjoys it. [She nods to the woman, who looks up at Loki giving him quite the questioning look before standing aside to let them through.]

[Loki looks away when he feels the guard's gaze on him. Despite everything, he feels almost self-conscious, and finds himself trying to hide his hands out of sight. He knows now that he isn't a prisoner or a slave, but he certainly looks like one. And so he lets out a breath of relief as they're let through. Yet more proof to Nabooru's words that she carries more than a bit of weight here.]

It's...warmer, than I'm used to. [Already, the heat feels oppressive.] But it certainly seems an interesting land so far. Nothing quite like I've seen before.

[Loki smiles to himself, and adds:] I might enjoy myself just because of that. [He's always been curious by nature, sometimes to his cost but often to his benefit.]

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