Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2016 17:19:45 GMT
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Base Powerlevel: 62,100 | Transformation: Heavily Weighted, Suppressed | Current Powerlevel: 7,500 | Gain Bonuses: Human Zeni Bonus, T4 Shop | Ramina |
“Then wait and be wary. When I start; things will move quickly.” The presence replied to Ramina's thoughts before retreating, leaving her alone with her own thoughts once again.
However after the voice had spoken the events of the room would still seem to be unchanged. The women would be brought up on stage, an announcer suddenly piping up from a booth somewhere out of site, their voice being heard throughout the huge room. The women began to be sold, each one individually brought to the front of the stage and forced to show off her physical assets before bidding was placed on them. Many cried, some seemed completely numbed by what was happening, and a few were angry, and it was those who were angry that sold for the most. After being sold they were fitted with a small collar with a number on it and taken off backstage, back to the holding cages that were waiting for them.
It seemed that Ramina was to be the last sale of the night, and she had to watch all the other women be sold one by one to the men in the audience. Some were strong looking men, some weak, some looked elegant, and some were horrifically ugly, but all of them had a certain lack in their eyes when Ramina looked at them; there was something from them. They were depraved, there was little doubt. Yet Ramina might also notice that there was something off about the crowd. It started in the far back, deep in the shadowy portions of the room, but it seemed as if the men were becoming more....unresponsive. Once Ramina would even see one of them jerk in their seat before becoming completely still, their motions after such were then smooth. Too smooth, almost robotic seeming. Many of them had a look in their eyes that expressed pain, but this didn't extend to their faces at all.
None of the people responsible for the auction seemed to notice or care. The customers were too far away for them to notice any kind of problem, only Ramina's enhanced feline vision allowed her to pierce the gloom of the room to see what was happening. All the auctioneers saw was a bunch of clients continuing to bid for the women, which was exactly what they wanted. Greed has completely blinded them. Suddenly once again Ramina would hear that voice in her head, “The boy and girls backstage are secured, feel free to go wild, but remember, don't kill them...”
The sudden sound of an agonized scream would echo from backstage, the sound of an arm breaking equally heard, a voice, this one familiar to Ramina, the voice of that man she had met in that bar, replied to the scream in apathetic tones, “Honestly that was rather stupid of you. Don't make me break your other arm...”
The alarm was sounded, and men began to rush into the room in twos and threes, each of them with only a few hundred for Power Levels; the average for a human martial artist or trained merc. Chaff, weakness. Targets. It was time for Ramina to go wild!
However after the voice had spoken the events of the room would still seem to be unchanged. The women would be brought up on stage, an announcer suddenly piping up from a booth somewhere out of site, their voice being heard throughout the huge room. The women began to be sold, each one individually brought to the front of the stage and forced to show off her physical assets before bidding was placed on them. Many cried, some seemed completely numbed by what was happening, and a few were angry, and it was those who were angry that sold for the most. After being sold they were fitted with a small collar with a number on it and taken off backstage, back to the holding cages that were waiting for them.
It seemed that Ramina was to be the last sale of the night, and she had to watch all the other women be sold one by one to the men in the audience. Some were strong looking men, some weak, some looked elegant, and some were horrifically ugly, but all of them had a certain lack in their eyes when Ramina looked at them; there was something from them. They were depraved, there was little doubt. Yet Ramina might also notice that there was something off about the crowd. It started in the far back, deep in the shadowy portions of the room, but it seemed as if the men were becoming more....unresponsive. Once Ramina would even see one of them jerk in their seat before becoming completely still, their motions after such were then smooth. Too smooth, almost robotic seeming. Many of them had a look in their eyes that expressed pain, but this didn't extend to their faces at all.
None of the people responsible for the auction seemed to notice or care. The customers were too far away for them to notice any kind of problem, only Ramina's enhanced feline vision allowed her to pierce the gloom of the room to see what was happening. All the auctioneers saw was a bunch of clients continuing to bid for the women, which was exactly what they wanted. Greed has completely blinded them. Suddenly once again Ramina would hear that voice in her head, “The boy and girls backstage are secured, feel free to go wild, but remember, don't kill them...”
The sudden sound of an agonized scream would echo from backstage, the sound of an arm breaking equally heard, a voice, this one familiar to Ramina, the voice of that man she had met in that bar, replied to the scream in apathetic tones, “Honestly that was rather stupid of you. Don't make me break your other arm...”
The alarm was sounded, and men began to rush into the room in twos and threes, each of them with only a few hundred for Power Levels; the average for a human martial artist or trained merc. Chaff, weakness. Targets. It was time for Ramina to go wild!