Thread: Princess & Alchemist of the Bang (Fancy_Sakura)

It was interesting that Salvial would think of her as the perfect concubine for a nobleman, especially when she herself was a noble. His careful observations of her movements and attire couldn't have been more precise. She did not simply trot about like the rest of the group, as ever since she was old enough to walk, she had been taught to walk like a proper lady. Even though she was trying to hide her identity, her habits that had been drilled into her were too hard to break. She was not taught only how she should walk, but also how to speak a certain way, as well as the proper way to eat her meals. Growing up, she was a bit of a brat, but that was to be expected with most children who had the privilege of being born with a silver spoon in their mouth. She still had a bit of an attitude, mainly die to the fact that she never seemed o get her way. Her current situation was just one example of her misfortune. She hadn't really bothered to find a set of clothes that fit her just right. After all, all her clothes were specially fitted just for her, and she didn't have a form quite like anyone else. After grabbing the closest to her size as she could, she had rushed out of there. Unfortunately, they were a bit big on her, and she'd occasionally have to tug at them for them to stay on properly. While he wouldn't be able to see it from the front, he'd eventually notice how crudely she had tried to cut her hair earlier. It wasn't even, but it's not like she could see behind her or anything, and she was in quite a rush. She couldn't help but be entranced by this man as soon as their eyes met. It certainly did feel like the world around them had stopped in time, leaving these two to live together in a miraculous moment. It was almost as though she could hear her heart beating a little quicker in her chest. Was this love? No, it was more like bewilderment. He was unlike anything she had ever seen in her life. Then again, she hadn't seen a whole lot as she rarely left the grounds of the kingdom. She had heard that elves were beautiful creatures, and she could testify herself that those stories were true. Even as she thought this, she still couldn't believe that he belonged to the Slaver's Guild. She just couldn't see how he would be part of a group that had a special fondness in capturing his own kind. Well, it wasn't like she could get any answers out of him in the situation she was in right now. Clarisse seemed to finally snap out of her trance once he had pulled away from her. She was still in a slight sense of astonishment, still unsure as to why she had reacted to him in that manner. If anything, she should have been upset that he was also looking at her as a slave. As she listened to him speak with the slaver's, she was surprised to hear that he did not carry any money on him. Upon looking over him again, he didn't really come across as the kind who would be stashing away money in those pockets of his. For all she knew, there were probably more vials in there. Eh? A trade you say? The boss had a similar look to Clarisse in the sense that he didn't think Salvial had much to give. She could see the man resting his hand on his sword as Salvial reached into his shirt, with teh rest of the men doing the same. She was really hoping now that he wasn't going to do something stupid, as she'd prefer not to see these men cut him up in front of her. Her eyes rested on the small vial he had pulled out, finding that dark blue substance to be somewhat familiar. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but it looked a little like that substance that had been offered to her the day she turned 16, and to this day she still wasn't sure what the point of it was. She didn't even have it in her room. For whatever reason, the liquid was kept safely elsewhere in the kingdom. Nymph Tears? Was that it? She listened to his little description of what the liquid would do, surprised that he would have such a thing with him. The other men were the same, seeming to loosen their grip on the swords to get a better look at the vial. Of course the men knew about this rare substance, but this was the first time Clarisse had heard about its effects. Could it really do something as amazing as prolong someone's life? If that was the case, she had to wonder why that substance had been offered to her that one time. The boss was already looking ready to just snatch that vial from him, but managed to keep his control. For men like them, such a substance would be quite beneficial to them. A sly grin came across the boss's face, bringing Clarisse a bit closer now. From a bag at his side he reached in to pull out a genuine metal collar, much like the one Salvial had seen on the elven woman in the bar. With a quick flick, he had wrapped the collar around Clarisse's neck, going ahead and cutting off the rope that held her. With a gentle nudge he had moved her over in Salvial's direction, all the while making a quick swipe at the vial of Nymph's Tears. I expect no less from the Guild. A pleasure doing business with ya. Clarisse grumbled slightly as she watched him, seeing that he was enjoying himself. She couldn't believe how easily he had chosen to hand her over like that, and as she had feared, she found herself with a Master. Only a few hours ago, she was the princess in a large palace, with many servants to do as she wished. Never in her wildest dreams did she think she would go from royalty to slave in but a matter of minutes. She felt like her heart had sunk down into her stomach. Twas a sad day indeed. The two other girls seemed to look on at her with envy, clearly wishing it would be them instead. And with that, the group started to go on their way, with the boss eying the vial of Nymph Tears quite fondly. Clarisse was surprised to see that one of the other men had suddenly snatched it out of his hands to take a look at it, starting somewhat of a chain reaction as they all waned to get a good look at it. In truth, they individually wanted to get their hands on it and take advantage of its effects. Clarise let out a little sigh, her tail wrapping around her waist. How could things turn out like this? She looked up again at the man who had purchased her, finding herself staring at his remarkable features. It almost reminded her of that one tale, The Prince and the Pauper. It was as though he had switched places with someone in order to see what the life of the less fortunate were like. Somehow, she thought there was more to him than meets the eye. A sharp shriek rang out suddenly, and her attention was brought back to the group of men. Her eyes widened in shock as she could see one of the men laying flat on his back, with the boss pulling his sword out from his gut. The two women looked on in shock as the man who had been dragging them along drew his last breath. Getting rather thick-headed huh? You forget who makes all the decisions around here? The boss had stashed the vial of Nymph Tears in his shirt, but things would not go about so peacefully after that. The rest of the men had drawn their swords, pointing their weapons at each other some at the boss, others at those threatening the boss. Clarisse turned her face away as she saw a sword come down. Steel clashed with steel times and times again, with a few cries of agony tossed around. She couldn't see it herself, but the two women had gone ahead and nabbed the word off the dead man, cutting themselves free while the men fought amongst themselves. They didn't even seem to notice that their 'goods' had gone off on their own. Her attention was brought back to her new Master, who seemed to look at them amusingly. You...knew they would react in that way did you not? she asked, not really looking him in the eye.