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bakerstreet2018-02-20 09:14 am
mememagic) wrote in bakerstreet2018-02-20 09:14 am
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The Slave Auction Meme
* Leave a comment with the character's name, fandom, and whether your character will be playing the part of 'slave' or 'master', plus preferences for scenarios if you have any.
* Respond to others with one of the scenarios below or feel free to make up your own.
* Please remember to be respectful of others while you play
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.
Snagged from here.
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The rest of it- the increasingly obvious emotion, the idea of a colder revenge... Hm.
"We should kill him," he asserted quietly. "He wasn't the real problem- he was a symptom. My- the shitheads who owned me -" He almost said masters, couldn't let himself. "-were the ones behind it. The whole sodding mess was their idea, I'm sure of it. No magister would ever let a valuable trophy like me sit on an altus's mantle."
Discussing vengeance was easier, to the mind, than discussing emotions. As hard as they'd tried to beat him down, they never quite snuffed that last little spark of defiance. Emotions, though- it was less a can of worms and more a river dam. Once cracked, it was only a matter of time before the whole thing came crashing down. He couldn't afford to drown in it, not yet.
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Bloody vengeance was so much more straightforward and immediately satisfying in comparison. The grin that flicked across her face was as bright and sharp as sunlight on a blade. "So how shall we do it? We could cut your hair and choke him with it; I'd miss braiding it but the irony would be worth the sacrifice. Or drowning him in his own blood would be nice, though probably too risky. Or poke him to death with ten thousand needles?"
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Varric knew he probably shouldn't be getting this sassy. Not out of fear or obligation, but because it usually exhausted him for hours- as if speaking was a physical thing that he needed to train for. The Sullas had done very well in taking his words away from him. Still, the temptation to revel in vengeance was too strong.
A dwarf walked past: someone from the earlier crowd, who had already passed them by twice, from different directions. Varric met the man's eyes directly. The dwarf looked at Varric, scrutinizing, then scampered away.
"I think it's safe to say that the Ambassadoria's gonna know about this in about ten minutes," he muttered.
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Hawke had spotted the dwarf too, as well as an elf slave (or someone dressed as one) who'd been surreptitiously keeping pace with them. "I think everyone will know about this in around ten minutes." She let out an exagerrated sigh and shrugged. "Oh well, infamous again. I seem to have a knack. Someday I'll manage to actually keep a low profile somewhere, and everyone's hearts will stop from shock." Which was a bit rich from a woman who managed to stay under Chantry radar, to say nothing of the Inquisition's, for years...but she'd suspected for a long time that Varric had a hand in that at the time. She never did ask.
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It comes out far more melancholy than he intended. These last few years might be the first time in his life that he's ever managed to keep a truly low profile anywhere, and they nearly had to stamp the life out of him to do it. He doesn't want to imagine what they'd have to do to her. The thought chills him more than seeing Magister Vincentius.
Let's have Mae and the crossbow show up. Yes?
She looked back more directly, deliberately putting on her most wicked grin. "But since we're both destined for infamy, let's enjoy the hell out of it, hmm? Terrible bloody vengeance included." She squeezed his hand.
No one else accosted them as they went home--in fact they now seemed to have an invisible "Do Not Approach" barrier, so they made good time. The servant who'd taken a shine to Varric opened the door for them and smiled, greeting them by their titles before informing them that a guest was waiting for them in the library. Hawke gave him a sharp look and his smile grew, which was more encouraging than not. He must know this was someone they'd actually want to see.
Good. They were due some good news.
yas queen (although not sure how to write mae OR solve the blood magic thing)
Maybe his tension was instinct. Because while the person waiting for them in the library was warm and loving, seeing her face rocked a tidal wave of pain through him as years of memories tried to force through years and layers of blood magic locked around his mind.
We can BS and timeskip past it a bit? Let's be real, we just want Bianca back. (at least, I do!)
She felt so fucking helpless, unable to do anything but watch, knowing that she might well cause him even more pain, all unintentionally. She'd quickly learned that it was better to let Teo handle it.
But this time was different. Mae stepped forward at once, placed her hands on either side of Varric's head, and uttered a low incantation in Tevene; Hawke had learned a fair bit of the language in the past few years in preparation, but this was beyond her. She trusted Maevaris, even liked her, but still almost rushed forward to stop whatever was being done--
But the tortured expression on Varric's face abruptly eased. Hawke could have kissed his cousin-in-law just for that.
Mae smirked irrepressibly (the way she seemed to do most things) and promised to show Riva what she'd just done; perhaps working together they could...not undo the blood magic, not unlock Varric's lost memories, not yet, but at least stop them from causing him so much pain. That was the best news she'd heard since they'd found him, overshadowing even what came next.
A large, oddly shaped, carefully wrapped bundle, handed to Varric. Hawke grinned, knowing exactly what was inside. About damn time.
Mae apologized for her short stay but since they'd already managed to upset the Ambassadoria in the few hours since she'd arrived in town--she gave Hawke an expressive look, and Hawke just shrugged--she had much to attend to and bid them farewell. Hawke thanked her, with real gratitude, but her attention was more on Varric, even more than usual. She'd been waiting for this. He had too, he just didn't know it yet.
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Once she was gone, he collapsed into a chair, leaning a hand to his head heavily.
"Maker's breath, I think I have a headache without actually having a headache. Is that even possible?"
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She had. There was even a ribbon.
varric: i know u, i shot with u once upon a dream
The ribbon was undone with the utmost care, as he instinctively felt that this was deserving of some ceremony. What the thing was, he couldn't be sure, but something in him whispered of importance. Even past that, to the wrapping, he undid it cautiously, slowly, neatly.
The contents of the package took his breath away.
"Oh, shit." Softly. "I know you, baby." He caressed the weapon gently- and what a weapon it was. Something splendid, something undoubtedly dwarven. "I saw you whenever I saw the city guards with their crossbows. I remember you."
damn you you got that song in my head for OVER A WEEK sob
Her smile turned downright fond as she watched Varric reunite with his beloved crossbow, and she sat cross-legged on the floor next to him. "Bianca's how we found you," she said. She hadn't told him this part yet. There were so many things she hadn't told him yet. "One of Mae's people saw her up for auction and recognized her. That's how we were able to narrow the search to Tevinter. Before that we'd been trying to search everywhere, and making no progress at all." She reached out an brushed an affectionate finger along Bianca's bow. "Saving your life yet again."