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"Borrow your knife?"
The jittery, pale faced young man beside gasped and practically jumped out of his skin, but was too shocked and frightened not to oblige. With a shaking hand, he drew a practically brand new curved dagger from a sheath at his hip and handed it over to the monster. Dan smiled at him as he took the weapon, though it was hard to tell if it was genuine or mocking. Palming the pulsing blue eye for a moment, his new prize.
"Well...too bad for Tel'Erbaugh, eh? Heh heh heh."
The dry chuckle did nothing to mask the horrid wet noises as Dan plunged the dagger into his face, slicing flesh away wiith all too much experience, before thrujusting his fingers into the socket and dragging out his own right eye. A thick cord of nerves clung stubbornly to the thing, practically dripping upon the floor. Dan laughed again as the young man's face went green. He pointed the eye between his fingers at him, grinning. "Interesting view," he murmured, and sliced through the cord. He dropped the gray eye upon the floor like mere litter, and then popped the icy blue eye in to his practically flayed, mutilated socket.
"Going to be a few minutes before it all reconnects and sews back up." Ragged, twisted black hair fell over the grisly eye, a rellief for those watching, as it did not yet move with the other. It was rather unsettling. He handed the dagger back, ooozing with his blood, and squinted down at the next object. The young man took it back hesitantly, and didn't have the stomach to wipe it clean. If he was a clever one, he'd know how to sew a nice tale of how the Red Beast's blood had gotten on his blade.
"Eh...plants...I can do that myself. I'll wait for the next peice to go up."
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"800 to the hot red head! I'll even throw in my number!" Travis joked with the crowd, though he did give his home adress to his people to deliver to Aislinn Orlouge. Travis was married, but at this point, he thought he'd never see his wife back on Earth again. It was time to start getting his groove back.
Travis shook his head out of his stupor and reached into his jump suits infinite abyss pocket, withdrawing a single flask. The thing was completely empty, and it had some strange carvings on it.
"Ruby Flask: This empty wine-bottle sized flask has been carved from a single enormous ruby, meaning that it is worth quite a bit on its own. Once filled with a non-magical liquid, the runes of the flask ensure that the flask will remain perpetually filled with that same liquid. A user has to be sure of what they fill the flask with as its contents can never be replaced and the flask can only be emptied by scratching out the runs on the flaskās side, thereby rending it into a non-magical but still expensive normal flask of ruby. Because the ruby itself would sell pretty good, I'm going to price it pretty steep on this one. One-thousand GP!"
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Talen looked around the silent room. Apparently no one wanted the object, despite its usefullness.
"I'll buy it for 500 if you'll give me a 490 loan!" laughed the boy, "Or scrap that, I've got 10 gold."
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The room became silent after the young man's low-balled bid. Archibald had kept his mouth shut, until now...
"Boy, did you really just try to swindle a swindler..." Archibald teased through a face spliting smile just before looking up to the auctioneer, "I'll offer two hundred gold pieces, in the form of four hundred Salvic crowns."
Archibald didn't much have a use for the item, but he figured that he'd one up the young boy, in hopes of getting his hands on just one enchanted item.
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((Ruby Flask comes back later then))
"Eh....I think not," Travis said, placing the item back in his pocket. There were too many shady characters to deal with to attempt something as expensive as the Ruby Flask. He quicklly traded the item in his hand for another one, and quickly showed everyone the knife. The titanium blade seemed to be guiding Travis' arm, jerking his hand back and forthm to and fro. Finally, the racer gripped the arm with his free hand to calm it.
"The Blade of Death. Beware it's power. It has a mind of it's own, and will not waste a moment to spill the blood of an innocent, so long as the sacrifice it requires be sated. What is this sacrifice, you ask? Blood, 2 quarts worth of blood. The user can either use their own life blood, or someone elses, but once the blade is satisfied, it will remain so for the eternity it has with it's wilder. IF it ever switches owners, however, the thirst begins anew."
"Also to know, if one sacrifices half of their blood, and half of anothers, they will forever be telepathically linked to one another for as long as the blade remains in their posessions. The Blade will also be able to locate it's 'parent' no matter where they are in the world." Travis smirked, darting his eyes around at the crowd.
He held the dagger, which had a glass like hilt to show how much blood had been sacrificed. There was a notch at the tipe of the silver blade, indicating some sort of vaccum magic at work. "I'll start at 500 GP!"
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Jack glance up at the blade and grinned. He raised a gloved hand and spoke in a smooth cold voice. "500 Gp for the blade!" he called out over the crowd. The blade could have its uses. It really could.
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One of the figures in the crowd drew back his hood, revealing a youthful face with piercing blue eyes. Black locks, like messy tentacles, framed the youth's visage as he stared at the titanium weapon in the auctioneer's hand. Of all the items that had been produced forth this day, it was only this one that had caught the swordsman's interest. He was somewhat of a collector of weapons, as his hand stroked the hair forming a tassel around his original steel blade. He could use a weapon so...tied to it's wielder. But there was something that troubled him about the blade, and he voiced it such above the heads of the crowd before he would bid.
"...A question, sir? The weapon has an enigmatic name, that is for sure. But the blade itself; how sentient are we talking? Absolutely such, or only semi?" Anglekos's voice cut through the air like the blades he wielded, as he stepped forth to present himself better. The blue eyes focused upon the blade itself, rather than it's temporary wielder, as he wanted to gauge it's reaction before judging. "After all, it seems rather....petite for such a pretentious title."
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At the words of Anglekos, the blade broke free of its grip, charging straight for Anglekos' heart. Luckily, a gauntlet was placed just in front of the man's chest to stop the day from becoming an absolute disaster. The user of this gauntlet was Travis himself, who had slipped the armor on while he was being dragged towards the knife's pray.
He clasped the knife with the gauntlet, and the weapon seemed to still its rage, at least for a moment. "Completely, until it's thirst is quenched. It's also very volatile and hates being called anything dreogitory, like 'petite' and 'pretentious'. The only thing that seems to calm the knife down in its bloodlust state is this gauntlet, though I'm not sure why. Legend tells of two lovers who were also warriors, one died in the midst of battle and it sent the other into a blood rage. He killed friend and foe alike until he found this gauntlet, spoke his own epitaph, and took his own life."
"I would have called it by its other name, but 'That knife that killed one hundred and one men' is just too damn long. Abnyways, buy the titanium blade, and I'll throw in the titanium gauntlet that soothes it absolutely free. Current highest bidder has 500."
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Jack raised his hand again, feeling ignored. "Um, I'll bid 550 gold on the blade?" He said again, unsure of whether or not he was ignored, or simply not heard.
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Eric glanced over at the man who was also bidding for the dagger and gauntlet. With silver hair, he didn't seem all that impressive; but the swordsman knew not to judge by appearances. He shrugged, and lifted one finger towards the auctioneer, his heart still racing from the previous attempt on his life. It was a dangerous dagger, indeed; but Eric was interested in it's power. Power that could change the course of a single battle in one stroke. It didn't hurt that the auctioneer was also throwing in an impressive looking gauntlet as well. Eric's voice cut through the air once more, slightly louder than before. "I bid six hundred for the blade." To emphasize his words, Eric drew from his side a pouch of gold he had recently acquired from selling his prevalida daggers just moments earlier. "And I'm willing to go much, much higher."