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 Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 11:04 am
The Burondai and his Pet
(a better title will follow)
a role play between SD Paul Prospero and Ichiro Izanagi
Enjoy reading but please do not post, thank you.
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 2:04 pm
 Arenith Berenswick Ren took his seat on the raised area set aside for his family at the auction arena. There had been stares and whispers, he rarely showed himself in public. He disliked mixing with the other classes and there were few who were his equal peers. He sat beneath the high vaulted ceiling of the auction house that was almost in the centre of the great domed city. Many of these domed cities had gone up quickly at the time of the plague and World War IV that ensued. Few ever went outside even though the plague had been wiped out and the war ended centuries ago, it was just ruins and chaos out there. Ren leaned back in his seat and perused the program he'd been given. It was Lot No. 3 he was interested in. A male, apparently with some unusual powers such as healing and fire-casting. If the claims were true, he'd been quite the prize, a prize fit only for the highest of the Burodai! He casually gazed about to see who else was there, what his competition was likely to be. But, once most realised Ren was bidding on a Lot, they wouldn't be likely to contend. They would bow out gracefully if they knew what was good for them.
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 2:40 pm
 ╔XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX╗
Ｎｉｃｏｌａｉ
Ｒｅｉｎｈａｒｄｔ
The Broken Immortal
╚XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX╝ ✎You won't cry for my absence, I know
xx✎Though I die to know you love me
✎You forgot me long ago
xx✎I'm all alone Nicolai was tired. They were scared of him, even though he hadn't even used his power on anyone. The only reason they know was because they spotted him lighting a cigarette without a lighter. The healing and telepathy came later when they interrogated him. Now he was at an auction for the wealthy as one of the wares. Damn those idiotic scientists for screwing up so spectatularly. And, curse the rich b*****d that had just bought him. Returning to society, even this screwed up one, had been a terrible idea.Out Of Creativity: This post sucks. Sorry....
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 2:55 pm
Arenith Berenswick As soon as Ren set eyes on the tall, blonde haired male he smiled to himself. It was rare to have a light haired pet for sale but he had brown eyes, not blue, which lowered his status enough to warrant sale to the highest of society, especially if he had no microchip to identify his status. Owning this man would make him the envy of many. As he suspected, as soon as he made his interest known, no one else dared to bid. It was a quick and easy sale. Soon enough he was being escorted to the collection area to attain his new purchase. Ren looked at the man. He was a little taller than he but he didn't find that daunting. "I am Arenith Berenswick. I am your Master now. You're Nicholai, right? Here. Put on this collar." He handed him a dark blue velvet collar with a small gold tag.
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 3:16 pm
╔XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX╗
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Ｒｅｉｎｈａｒｄｔ
The Broken Immortal
╚XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX╝ ✎You won't cry for my absence, I know
xx✎Though I die to know you love me
✎You forgot me long ago
xx✎I'm all alone Nicolai looked at the man that was now his Master. When he was handed a collar, he looked at it before holding it out and dropping it. "I am not putting on a dog's accessory. You want a pet, get an animal." This was probably the worst idea ever, defying someone who was clearly so powerful. But, he was not wearing a collar. He was not a dog or an exotic cheetah or something.Out Of Creativity: --
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 3:43 pm
Ren's eyes narrowed. "Guard" he said in a calm tone. One of the guards immediately thrust an electric prod at Nicholai, striking him on the leg with it to give him a mild shock. "You are mine. You will be wise to do as I say because I can make your life either bearable or nightmarish. The collar is your protection. It denotes you as mine. No one will dare touch you when they see it. It also has a microchip which I can track so I always know exactly where you are, should I deem fit to allow you the freedom to wander. Which I most certainly shall not if you keep up this attitude. Now, you will pick up the collar and put it on or I shall tell the guard to set the prod to stun."
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 4:05 pm
╔XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX╗
Ｎｉｃｏｌａｉ
Ｒｅｉｎｈａｒｄｔ
The Broken Immortal
╚XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX╝ ✎You won't cry for my absence, I know
xx✎Though I die to know you love me
✎You forgot me long ago
xx✎I'm all alone Nicolai gave a pained grunt when his leg was tazed and he was forced on the ground. He looked up at the other with angry eyes though his bangs. "I'm not scared of anything anyone can do to me." They certainly couldn't kill thanks to the angel's curse of immortality. Anything they did was nothing compared to the pain he had already been through, and the plague. But, he didn't want to be tazed again. Picking up the collar, Nicolai took a breath and put it on. Claude, help me....Out Of Creativity: --
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 4:27 pm
Arenith Berenswick Ren gave a small smug smile when Nicholai put on the collar. The tazer usually brought the rebellious quickly into line. Not afraid of him, huh? He would soon learn otherwise. He probably thought he was being brave but he was only being foolish. Everyone knew to be afraid of him! He turned on his heels and strolled from the collection room with long slow strides, he move gracefully with perfect deportment. "This way. My quarters are near the government house and council chambers, which means there is excellent security. So if you were thinking of trying to escape at any point then forget it. You will address me as Master Ren. If you are well behaved and please me you will find I can be a very kind and generous master. Otherwise you will find yourself in hell. Do we understand one another, Nicholai?" Ren's quarters were spacious and lavish, to walk around the glass and chrome open plan rooms with their fine furnishings and gadgets and gizmoes you never would have guessed the world was in ruins outside of this sanctuary. They were situated behind security gates that were opened by a DNA ID lock.
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 4:51 pm
╔XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX╗
Ｎｉｃｏｌａｉ
Ｒｅｉｎｈａｒｄｔ
The Broken Immortal
╚XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX╝ ✎You won't cry for my absence, I know
xx✎Though I die to know you love me
✎You forgot me long ago
xx✎I'm all alone Nicolai would be calling no one 'Master'. Especially a pampered palace brat. But, he followed him regardless. Nicolai had to at least survive until this guy grew old. Maybe he'd laugh at every birthday and taunt him. That sounded good. The male decided he'd be a good boy....For awhile.
Ren's place was....It reminded him of the penthouse he had back when he was an author. Only bigger, and in an apocolyptic world. "...I think I'm going to be sick." He hated the place. The reason he hadn't made a name for himself was because he didn't want to live in a posh home. And, he'd just ended up back in one anyway. Probably would have been safer to do it himself.Out Of Creativity: --
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 5:00 pm
Ren looked at Nicholai with an arched brow. "Is that some sort of sarcastic critique or do you genuinely feel ill?" he queried. "If you feel nauseous from the tazer I can put you in the bathroom for a while before I show you to your room."
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 5:18 pm
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Ｎｉｃｏｌａｉ
Ｒｅｉｎｈａｒｄｔ
The Broken Immortal
╚XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX╝ ✎You won't cry for my absence, I know
xx✎Though I die to know you love me
✎You forgot me long ago
xx✎I'm all alone Nicolai looked at Ren. "I'm genuinely going to be sick. I can't stand posh life." He should have stayed outside in the home he built in the ruins of the old world. "What would Master dearest want me to do first?"Out Of Creativity: --
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 5:39 pm
Ren's eyes narrowed again. "I should like you to express less sarcasm and show more respect" he told him. Just who did he think he was? How dare he behave this way? He had never known a pet with such attitude. Perhaps it was because he was fair haired? But those brown eyes betrayed his blood as not pure Burondai. And least he wasn't a simpering coward though and he certainly wasn't going to be boring. He had to admire his courage at least. "I will show you around the apartment. Your collar will allow you access to all rooms but not out of the apartment complex. If you try to get out of the complex, an alarm will be set off, you will be punished. I will show you my bedroom first as that is where you will spend most of your time." (( Bedroom))
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 5:53 pm
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Ｎｉｃｏｌａｉ
Ｒｅｉｎｈａｒｄｔ
The Broken Immortal
╚XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX╝ ✎You won't cry for my absence, I know
xx✎Though I die to know you love me
✎You forgot me long ago
xx✎I'm all alone Nicolai looked at him. "I've never respected anyone unless they earned it, and I won't start now." Hearing he'd be in Ren's room most of the time, he frowned and stood still. "Forget it. I don't know you. The only thing I knos about you is that you are a narcissistic, pampered, annoying palace brat who doesn't deserve the life he's been blessed." Ren could scold, whip, taze, or whatever he had to do. But, Nicolai was not sharing a bed with this kid.Out Of Creativity: --
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 6:10 pm
Ren stared at Nicholai opened mouthed, actually taken aback for a moment which never happened. But no one had ever said such things to him. "No one has ever dared to speak to me that way!" he told him emphatically. "How dare you? Do you not know who my family is? I am a Berenswick! One of the last of the noble families. I'm....special and you should treat me as such. No pet speaks to its master that way! If the guards heard you they would whip you!" He frowned, raked a hand through his long fair hair and sighed. "I was giving you a taste of comfort letting you share my bed. But as you decline it I will show you to your own room. Come." He led the way to a small, spartan, cell like room with just a bed, shower cubicle and toilet. "There are security visual recorders in the room so I can see what you are doing at all times if I wish." Nicholai's Room
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Posted: Mon Feb 16, 2015 6:30 pm
╔XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX╗
Ｎｉｃｏｌａｉ
Ｒｅｉｎｈａｒｄｔ
The Broken Immortal
╚XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX╝ ✎You won't cry for my absence, I know
xx✎Though I die to know you love me
✎You forgot me long ago
xx✎I'm all alone Nicolai stayed calm during Ren's tantrum. Special? He was a glorified blonde kid. His only worth came from his hair, eyes, and skin. There was nothing else special about him. Going to his room, which wasn't much of a room at all, Nicolai shrugged. He liked it better than sharing a room with a stranger. "You're a pervert, too. Not surprised. People like you usually are. I guess history hasn't changed at all." Walking into the room, Nicolai sat on the cot. It was...surprisingly comfortable. Reminded him of the cot he slept in when he stayed at the factory. "...Can't believe this is what the world is now...." Shaking his head, Nicolai looked up at Ren. "Don't expect me to shower at all. You're not getting a show."Out Of Creativity: --
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