PARIS LEVESQUE
Lamia Scale GM
the unborn
Posts: 18
Ooc Name: Solace
Rank: SS-Class
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Post by PARIS LEVESQUE on Jun 2, 2013 20:31:37 GMT -5
"Five hundred thousand from the woman in the hoodie! Do I hear six hundred thousand!?"
"Heh," Was Paris's immediate and only reaction. She wasn't confident in the sum of money she offered, because in truth, it wasn't all that much. In her stash, there was much more. However, depending on how high the pricing went, she was feeling that she would prefer something more along the lines of free. It would be better to hoard the cash for her guild, after all.
A familiar figure approached her. In fact, they were part of her flock. When she spoke, her voice was in too much of a hush for anyone but her guild member to hear. "Recruitment opportunities. Our home could use a little more variety, and hearing of the trafficking here, it was an opportunity I couldn't pass up," With that said, she handed her red haired subordinate the large bag of cash she'd been carrying. "Hold onto this for me," She snickered. "Hell, you can have it, if you want."
"Five hundred fifty thousand! I bid five hundred fifty thousand!"
The albino's brow raised in amusement. From the sounds of it, the prices were getting a little too high. Not that she couldn't join in on this grand one-upping, but again, she didn't even feel obliged to pay up or compete with the pieces of shit surrounding her. Another one decidedly spoke up, she noted.
''Seven hundred thousand in cash right now!''
Seven hundred thousand in cash? A quiet chuckle escaped her. Humorous wording; pay in cash right now? Surely it'd seem that this man had pockets with seemingly limitless depths, to holster several hundred thousand jewels worth in raw cash. No matter.
Though it wasn't intentional, at the same time that bidder was muttering to himself about not having all day (mid sentence), she blurred over to, and right next to, the slave in question at seventy miles per hour. She appeared as a blur, enclosing up to one hundred and two feet a second, though she only had to travel maybe twenty. Then, with her superior lifting, she attempted to haul the nude slave over her shoulder.
"I have a price in mind: Zero jewels. How does that sound?"
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