*all my posts in red pertain to the auction* The crowd seems to be settling down, and all eyes are fixed on the auction stage. All the lights in the auction house go out, leaving only a spotlight illuminating a figure on the stage, a dapper fey in full gala costume. When they speak, their very voice echoes like an orchestra through the hall. "Ladies, Gentlemen, and all distinguished guests in between, we welcome you to the Crimson Hall. In just a moment, all manner of purchasable wonders will parade before you, a selection of the very best!"
They clear their throat. "So, without further ado: Our first item!" With a snap of their fingers, another masked fey appears, leading a small, gaunt figure onto the stage. Spiky purple crystals jut out from their arms and shoulders; the standard-issue shirt has had its sleeves torn away to reveal the glittering gems. The figure seems to be bound not with ropes, not with chains, only with magic. But their face is a mask of peace. The auctioneer continues their speech. "As you can see, our first offering for your consideration is a Gifted, and this one is clearly very special. Have you ever seen such exquisite amethyst structures? We'll start the bidding at six thousand gold!"
The Prince slowly stands from the crowd. The inky giant raises a hand. "Seven."
"Seven! Do we have eight!"
A robbed figure looks up, and gazes curiously at the Gifted on stage. They lift a hand up, and a completely gem encrusted hand rises up from their robes. "Seven thousand, five hundred."
"7500!" The auction caller seizes the Gifted by the hair, pulling its head up to face the audience. They do this all without breaking their impeccable stage presence. "Do we have eight thousand gold?"
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A robbed figure looks up, and gazes curiously at the Gifted on stage. They lift a hand up, and a completely gem encrusted hand rises up from their robes. "Seven thousand, five hundred."
"7500!" The auction caller seizes the Gifted by the hair, pulling its head up to face the audience. They do this all without breaking their impeccable stage presence. "Do we have eight thousand gold?"
"Nine." Demands the Prince, his deep voice rumbling the room.
A robbed figure looks up, and gazes curiously at the Gifted on stage. They lift a hand up, and a completely gem encrusted hand rises up from their robes. "Seven thousand, five hundred."
"7500!" The auction caller seizes the Gifted by the hair, pulling its head up to face the audience. They do this all without breaking their impeccable stage presence. "Do we have eight thousand gold?"
"Nine." Demands the Prince, his deep voice rumbling the room.
The robed figure curses.
"Nine thousand one hundred."
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
"7500!" The auction caller seizes the Gifted by the hair, pulling its head up to face the audience. They do this all without breaking their impeccable stage presence. "Do we have eight thousand gold?"
"Nine." Demands the Prince, his deep voice rumbling the room.
The robed figure curses.
"Nine thousand one hundred."
The Prince looks over once more. They chuckle faintly.
He tilts his head. "Do you know Morse? Perhaps you could flash the seals to communicate."
The shadowy creature within the jar raises its head with great effort. It shakes its head before dropping it back to the floor.
"Well then, I'll release you, and we'll consider this... a debt." He twists the lid. The seals don't break. The jar does. In half.
"Now then. How do you feel?"
The creature falls to the dirt, its form slightly liquid. It looks up at its savior and reaches an appendage out to shake the prince's hand.
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"7500!" The auction caller seizes the Gifted by the hair, pulling its head up to face the audience. They do this all without breaking their impeccable stage presence. "Do we have eight thousand gold?"
"Nine." Demands the Prince, his deep voice rumbling the room.
The robed figure curses.
"Nine thousand one hundred."
The Prince looks over once more. They chuckle faintly.
"Ten."
"Thirteen."
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The clocks run out, too late to wake up. You're locked under this nightmare's thumb. Begging you hide and run.
A sunset colored ram bangs against the bars of its cage, eyes alight with fury.
A slender dryad with bright red hair, seemingly holding drops of moisture, walks up to view the ram closely. "What manner of creature might this be?"
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A sunset colored ram bangs against the bars of its cage, eyes alight with fury.
A slender dryad with bright red hair, seemingly holding drops of moisture, walks up to view the ram closely. "What manner of creature might this be?"
The seller places her hand on the cage, sighing. "Some kind of beast. Got some unique coating and can fly but nothing much else. And it hits real hard."
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
"7500!" The auction caller seizes the Gifted by the hair, pulling its head up to face the audience. They do this all without breaking their impeccable stage presence. "Do we have eight thousand gold?"
"Nine." Demands the Prince, his deep voice rumbling the room.
The robed figure curses.
"Nine thousand one hundred."
The Prince looks over once more. They chuckle faintly.
"Ten."
The auctioneer watches this heated bidding war
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The Prince looks over once more. They chuckle faintly.
"Ten."
"Thirteen."
"Twenty." He replies casually.
"TWENTY!" The auctioneer shouts, the crowd going absolutely wild.
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"Well then, I'll release you, and we'll consider this... a debt." He twists the lid. The seals don't break. The jar does. In half.
"Now then. How do you feel?"
The creature falls to the dirt, its form slightly liquid. It looks up at its savior and reaches an appendage out to shake the prince's hand.
He doesn't reciprocate the gesture. "You must be famished. What does a being such as yourself consume?"
The creature's tendril of darkness reaches further, touching where the prince's heart would be.
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
A sunset colored ram bangs against the bars of its cage, eyes alight with fury.
A slender dryad with bright red hair, seemingly holding drops of moisture, walks up to view the ram closely. "What manner of creature might this be?"
The seller places her hand on the cage, sighing. "Some kind of beast. Got some unique coating and can fly but nothing much else. And it hits real hard."
The dryad seems more interested now. "How hard?"
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(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
Still waiting for Flygon to get anything special.
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"7500!" The auction caller seizes the Gifted by the hair, pulling its head up to face the audience. They do this all without breaking their impeccable stage presence. "Do we have eight thousand gold?"
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
"Nine." Demands the Prince, his deep voice rumbling the room.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The robed figure curses.
"Nine thousand one hundred."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"Well then, I'll release you, and we'll consider this... a debt." He twists the lid. The seals don't break. The jar does. In half.
"Now then. How do you feel?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Prince looks over once more. They chuckle faintly.
"Ten."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A young man stands in the corner of an alley, a coin purse filled with money sitting at his side. He has a small golden bird in his hands.
A sunset colored ram bangs against the bars of its cage, eyes alight with fury.
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
The creature falls to the dirt, its form slightly liquid. It looks up at its savior and reaches an appendage out to shake the prince's hand.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
Still waiting for Flygon to get anything special.
"Thirteen."
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
A slender dryad with bright red hair, seemingly holding drops of moisture, walks up to view the ram closely. "What manner of creature might this be?"
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
Still waiting for Flygon to get anything special.
The seller places her hand on the cage, sighing. "Some kind of beast. Got some unique coating and can fly but nothing much else. And it hits real hard."
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds!
Don’t listen to the folks down at Adohands. It’s good for me to overwork myself.
Professional idiot! Trans! Pansexual pancake! I am a minor so you will do none of that (GP) with me! I use He/They pronouns :3
Extended Signature!
The auctioneer watches this heated bidding war
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
He doesn't reciprocate the gesture. "You must be famished. What does a being such as yourself consume?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Twenty." He replies casually.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"TWENTY!" The auctioneer shouts, the crowd going absolutely wild.
I'm Fry, a doodler, writer, aspiring singer/songwriter, and sort-of youtuber (check me out!) just trying to spread a little positivity wherever I can<3
Soli Deo Gloria(Sed servus eius crustulum vult)
I'm a disabled, neurodivergent, dumpster fire, and somewhat of a clown, but I do my best :3
Crafter of Constellations, vocaloid enjoyer, waluigi’s #1 fan, space alien, danganer of ronpas, and certified silly goose
Internet big sib to aspeninthetrees, TheGatoLover, (and hopefully more)
The Prince doesn't respond to this excitement at all.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Twenty five!"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
"Fifty."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"One hundred!"
The clocks run out, too late to wake up.
You're locked under this nightmare's thumb.
Begging you hide and run.
W H A T H A V E I B E C O M E ?
The creature's tendril of darkness reaches further, touching where the prince's heart would be.
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
Still waiting for Flygon to get anything special.
The dryad seems more interested now. "How hard?"
Pokemon Master, Hero of Hyrule, Jedi Knight, Minecrafter, Celestial Being Beyond Comprehension, Bounty Hunter, Salmon Runner, Nailmaster, Yarn Yoshi Enjoyer, Animal Lover, Math Rock Roller, Nerd King in all Aspects.
(And, of course, Dragon Tamer. It is in the name, after all!)
Still waiting for Flygon to get anything special.