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Harriets Odd Encounter Sr Lilian 250115
In the chilling atmosphere of a peculiar auction housed within an underground level of a failed nightclub named the Striptease, Harriet, the Warden, finds herself on a mission. The auction, notorious for its assembly of the supernatural, human sympathizers, and mercenaries alike, is set to auction off a rare artifact, the Orb of Andelisi. This object, rumored to possess the power to reset time, has caught the attention of many, including Harriet's Order and adversaries alike. Amidst the collection of slaves and other arcane items up for bidding, Harriet is contacted by a nervous operative of hers, inadvertently trapped within the precarious gathering, prompting her to intervene personally. Utilizing a mix of wit and a covered disdain for the process, she strategically manages to infiltrate the auction, her presence masked under the guise of wealth and authority.
As the auction unfolds, with its eerie assortment of goods from godling slaves to mystical toadstools, Harriet's poised demeanor belies the intensity of her focus on acquiring the Orb. Amidst escalating bids and under the scrutinizing gaze of competing factions, her operative reveals his unpreparedness for the mission, heightening the tension. Yet, with a carefully measured bid of two and a half million dollars, Harriet secures the orb amidst rising suspense and potential threats. The transaction is cloaked in subterfuge, with Harriet adeptly managing to exit with both a decoy and the true orb, even as her operative, overwhelmed by the ordeal, is left behind, his fate uncertain. The artifact, once in the safety of the Order, reveals its expended power, necessitating a lengthy recharge — a bittersweet victory that underscores the relentless cycle of their hidden war.
(Harriet's odd encounter(SRLilian):SRLilian)
[Tue Jan 14 2025]
In Kitchen
The kitchen is a spacious and well-appointed area, with modern appliances and
ample counter space. The walls are painted a crisp white, with gleaming subway
tiles forming the backsplash. The countertops are made of polished granite,
their dark hues contrasting beautifully with the white cabinetry. The cabinets
are made of high-quality wood, with sleek, modern handles that add a touch of
sophistication to the space. A large island stands at the center of the
kitchen, its surface providing additional workspace and seating for casual
meals. The island is equipped with a sink and a built-in range, making it a
functional and versatile addition to the kitchen. Stainless steel appliances,
including a large refrigerator, a double oven, and a dishwasher, are
seamlessly integrated into the cabinetry. A set of large windows above the
sink offer a view of the estate's grounds, flooding the kitchen with natural
light.
It is night, about -7F(-21C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. Ankle high mist flows through the area. There is a waning gibbous moon.
(Your target and their allies discover that a rare artifact, known to have the power to stave off the imminent apocalypse, is being auctioned off by The Golden Shadow. They must infiltrate the auction, which is full of supernatural beings, human sympathizers, and other mercenaries, to either bid for the artifact or devise a plan to steal it. However, they must tread carefully, as The Golden Shadow has a reputation for ruthlessness and cunning.)
It is freezing in the quaint little town of Haven at balmy negative temperatures where one may toss up a pan of water and it may or may not freeze or burn your face depending on how high you tossed it. The streets are quietish, after three harrowing nights full of wolf howls that is sure to drive tourists from the city if they haven't already fled given the lack of winter surfing that is compatible with life. Although to be fair.. given the sea is still liquid it's probably warmer in there than out on the streets.
By now, past the Christmas rush, the snowmen are all looking rather dirty or misshapen, covered in another layer of snow so that only the tip of carrots stick out. The winter holidays are looking to be over for the college students as well with activity buzzing. One particular sorority seems to be 'it' this year with up to four students having to share the same dorm while the other less popular sorority actually have rooms to themselves. The ever popular mermaid fountain has frozen over, although not quite enough to skate or walk on and the occasional student trying to take a short cut is in for a dose of hypothermia. Good thing the clinic is so close.
Tonight, on the first night past the full moon when the moon is waning in the sky when people are going about their sleepy way... one corner of the town is bustling. In the bowels of a failing attempt at a nightclub, the Striptease's basement level had been hired and repurposed for the night. There is a bustle of activity as people start to arrive for one of the first auctions of the year. Like the Tuna auctions held in Tokyo, the first auction of the year by the Golden Shadow is widely anticipated if not less smelly as the toyosu markets. The floors had been swept, the decoration put out and a stage had been set for a wide variety of auctions. People in golden robes and eyemasks wonder about, making sure that everything is perfect for the VIP guests of the auction.
Behind the stage, heavily guarded by a variety of soldiers both supernatural and human, the cages for the auction are set. The cream of the crop slaves, one particularly brilliant with eyes of liquid gold and hair like fire sit curled up in their cages as slavers walk back and forth making sure that everyone is perfect. It would not do for the first auction of the year to be... untidy after all.
Set on a pedestal in between all the slaves waiting for the auction is a peculiar item. A heavy golden orb the size of a grapefruit, the sphere is covered in old ancient runic carvings and trails. There are two black ribbons sealing it closed, both covered in runes written in blood and it makes stark contrast against the gold of the orb. Despite seeming ... innocuous.. the orb draws many a glance from both slaves, slavers and guards alike.
"Do you think it actually does what it's rumored to do?" The redheaded slave whispers to slave trapped next to her - a dark haired man with eyes of amber.
The man grunts as he looks towards the orb but the girl seems undeterred, "I heard it can stall the end of the world... It lets you reset time... living it over and over again if needed until you decide to let yourself out... And you can't die when it's on so.... Someone out there could use it to try saving the world over and over again..."
"Or have orgies over and over again." Another soft voice chimes in from a cage at the back. "Lets face it the winner of the auction is probably not going to use it to save the world..."
The conversation in the backroom dissolves to speculation until at least a cattle prod is banged up against the cages by one of the slavers, restoring silence once more.
At the front of the stage, people are already starting to filter in. Small groups of people, obviously well off and wealthy take seats in front of the stage, sending whispers to each other. One person in particular, dressed in a black hood.. seems rather nervous. His hands shake as he sends off a text to Harriet, leader of the Order.
It's a particularly long text...
"Dear Miss Harry. I am so so so so so sorry to bother you. But uh. I managed to get into an auction held by the golden shadow. It's underneath the Striptease.. You make a fart noise at the doorman to get led in. But they're auctioning off.. Off the orb of Andelisi and I've read it's supposed to be able to stall the end of the world. I don't have much money though. And and I'm terrified they're going to find out I'm here.. Please come rescue me. Oh god I think that person is looking at me. Please Miss Harry. You need to come help!"
And thus on the kitchen counter of Harriet's massive mansion, her phone buzzes with Incoming message 1,2,3,4,5 as the above message pops up one by one.
Harriet is not one to shy away from wolf howls, so she has stayed in this freezing town. In fact, she might just have a wolf or two caged in her basement. One won't know unless they go searching, though. She lives across the street from where the college students build their snowmen, and phallic-shaped creations out of the white stuff that has accumulated. This woman knows the history of the mermaid fountain, so she likely does not try to think about it too much. It's quite horrific, really. Moving on... This tall brunette has received a rather informative text whilst standing in her kitchen. She's just loaded the dishwasher after having already put her beloved fiancee to bed, and as her phone vibrates off an alert of that incoming text, she retreives it and reads the message. Said message causes her to frown in response. "I have to do... what?" she murmurs under her breath. "Flatulence?" Stunned, but only briefly, she exhales out a heavy sigh and goes to get changed. Once she's all dressed up, she gets into her Aston Martin Vantage and drives not too far down the street to the Striptease. She comes to participate in the auction, and she follows the instructions, much to her distaste, but is apparently let in beccause she makes that required toot sound. It even sounded a little wet, which means she put some effort into it. With her mouth. She's well dressed and appears quite sure of herself, looking like she belongs here among the others. Her upbringing by such a prominent family certainly helps her to blend in. Despite her true position, she oozes what looks like 'money' and her behaviours and demeanour reflect the way she was raised by those very wealthy parents. Having gotten inside, she waits patiently, not at all in any hurry as her hazel eyes sweep about the area. Appearing ever patient, she's relaxed yet dignified, hiding away even a single ounce of discomfort, given the circumstances. Whispers can be heard due to her acute hearing, but she's quiet and composed. Even when she overhears some inappropiate whispers, the British woman does not flinch. Despite the fact -- for those who know her -- she would truly want to flinch. The monogamous Warden who is kind of a prude rests her hands at her sides, gazing ahead at the golden orb that is on display and up for auction before trying to find the intended person who reached out to her.
There is a big sigh of relief when the hooded man spots someone but he lets her get her bearing first, waiting for her to look around, settle in before he starts to scurry over, his movements rather mouselike when he gets next to her. "Miss Harry!" He hisses without turning to look at her and thus letting someone have no idea which of her orderling he is. "Thank you thank you thank you for coming." The man which reminds people rather of useless defence against the arts teacher in the first book of Harry Potter looks like he wants to reach for her hand and kiss it. But their positioning and the fact that they're being jostled probably save the poor monogamous warden from her hand being slobbered on. "It's the second item in the auction.. What are we going to do?? I can make a scene when they break it out and you can... you can disappear with it???" He says seeming rather encouraged.
There is a big sigh of relief when the hooded man spots Harriet but he lets her get her bearing first, waiting for her to look around, settle in before he starts to scurry over, his movements rather mouselike when he gets next to her. "Miss Harry!" He hisses without turning to look at her and thus letting someone have no idea which of her orderling he is. "Thank you thank you thank you for coming." The man which reminds people rather of useless defence against the arts teacher in the first book of Harry Potter looks like he wants to reach for her hand and kiss it. But their positioning and the fact that they're being jostled probably save the poor monogamous warden from her hand being slobbered on. "It's the second item in the auction.. What are we going to do?? I can make a scene when they break it out and you can... you can disappear with it???" He says seeming rather encouraged.
There is a big sigh of relief when the hooded man spots Harriet but he lets her get her bearing first, waiting for her to look around, settle in before he starts to scurry over, his movements rather mouselike when he gets next to her. "Miss Harry!" He hisses without turning to look at her and thus letting Harriet have no idea which of her orderling he is. "Thank you thank you thank you for coming." The man which reminds people rather of useless defence against the arts teacher in the first book of Harry Potter looks like he wants to reach for her hand and kiss it. But their positioning and the fact that they're being jostled probably save the poor monogamous warden from her hand being slobbered on. "It's the second item in the auction.. What are we going to do?? I can make a scene when they break it out and you can... you can disappear with it???" He says seeming rather encouraged.
While her posture remains impeccably straight, Harriet spots the hooded man, but does not immediately turn to face him. Instead, her hazel gaze sweeps the room once more. When she does finally address him, her voice is low, calm, and carries the clipped town of her well-to-do British accent that seems to anchor her authority, especially in such a frenetic atmosphere. "Keep calm," she tells him. "Let us refrain from anything so crass as making a scene." Her lips force a smile and she looks around, nodding to a few people as if she knows them. She likely does not. "Drawing unnecessary attention will do us no favours here, and I suspect you'd prefer not to be ejected from this place, or worse -- apprehended." Her tone implies she's been working through a plan as she tells him, "You said it is the second item up for auction? Then we have some time to manoeuver. Tell me, does this orb require immediate removal, or are we simply ensuring it does not fall into the wrong hands? And do you happen to know who the other bidders might be?" As she steps closer, her voice lowers. "If it is the latter, we may very well be able to secure it without resorting to theatrics. I can bid and purchase it outright, more than likely, and if we encounter resistance, there are subtler ways to persuade those involved that we are the /rightful/ owners." This is when her express softens some, and yet her voice still remains firms. "But you must calm yourself. Panicking will serve no purpose here. Stand tall, breathe deeply, and remember -- we are better than chaos." Still, even quieter, she tells him, "Now, tell me everything you know about this orb and the crown around us. Quickly."
"Right!" Somehow telling the man to calm down... doesn't seem to be calming him down very much. His breathing comes out in short staccato bursts that seem.. rather fast and more suited for the breathing rate of a newborn baby. His nostrils flare with each breath and the look he gives Harriet - letting her realize he is one of her rather new operatives who recently joined who used to be a teller but decided to have a midlife crisis and help out the order - is one full of terror. Infact she can feel him suffering as he continues hyperventiliating to the point he might have passed out. Somehow. Somehow he doesn't. "Right... Don't panic... Keep calm... not the other way around.." He squeaks out as he proceeds to do that, take some longgg, deeeeppp, calming breaths even while the lights start dimming to signal the start of the auction. That seems to trigger the man, who realized he hasn't told Harriet anyone yet! Wide blue eyes look at someone in panic and he leans into her ear to blurt out in what sounds like one breath with no pauses. "Ithinkthere'safewothersherelikethesapphirematyrsbutnoti'mnotsurei'msorrymissharry." The man makes another squeak of panic as the lights fully dim and Harriet might feel the man clinging to her like a koala briefly until the lights pop on again. "Ithink if wecan win it it's probably for the best but I think there will be alot of competition. The advertisement says it can make you ...you know... relive the same orgy over and over again if you want or something like that... and um... this this this this is the first auction of the year so everything here is pricey..." He ducks his head as a polished lady moves up onto the stage.
"Welcome ladies and gentleman." Her very American accented voice intones, "The auction will be starting soon. Please take your seats and make sure you have your bidding paddles. If there isn't one, please pick one up from the people handing it out." There is indeed people handing out black paddles with elegant numbers on them. And even people spanking said people handing it out with the paddle to test it out.
"Right!" Somehow telling the man to calm down... doesn't seem to be calming him down very much. His breathing comes out in short staccato bursts that seem.. rather fast and more suited for the breathing rate of a newborn baby. His nostrils flare with each breath and the look he gives Harriet - letting her realize he is one of her rather new operatives who recently joined who used to be a teller but decided to have a midlife crisis and help out the order - is one full of terror. Infact she can feel him suffering as he continues hyperventiliating to the point he might have passed out. Somehow. Somehow he doesn't. "Right... Don't panic... Keep calm... not the other way around.." He squeaks out as he proceeds to do that, take some longgg, deeeeppp, calming breaths even while the lights start dimming to signal the start of the auction. That seems to trigger the man, who realized he hasn't told Harriet anyone yet! Wide blue eyes look at Harriet in panic and he leans into her ear to blurt out in what sounds like one breath with no pauses. "Ithinkthere'safewothersherelikethesapphirematyrsbutnoti'mnotsurei'msorrymissharry." The man makes another squeak of panic as the lights fully dim and Harriet might feel the man clinging to her like a koala briefly until the lights pop on again. "Ithink if wecan win it it's probably for the best but I think there will be alot of competition. The advertisement says it can make you ...you know... relive the same orgy over and over again if you want or something like that... and um... this this this this is the first auction of the year so everything here is pricey..." He ducks his head as a polished lady moves up onto the stage.
"Welcome ladies and gentleman." Her very American accented voice intones, "The auction will be starting soon. Please take your seats and make sure you have your bidding paddles. If there isn't one, please pick one up from the people handing it out." There is indeed people handing out black paddles with elegant numbers on them. And even people spanking said people handing it out with the paddle to test it out.
The very picture of composed poise, Harriet takes in a deep inhale through her nostrils, despite the rapid-fire panic of the operative who could easy test anyone's patience. With a smooth motion, she reaches to place a steadying hand upon one of his shoulders. A reassuring squeeze is offered up. "Listen to me very carefully," she murmurs to him in a low yet calm tone that tries to cut through his hyperventilating. "You are here because you have the skills and intelligence to do this," the tall brunette reminds. "Focus on breathing. Deep and slow. In through your nose, hold that breath, and then out through your mouth. Make it measured. You can do this. We cannot have you collapsing when the work has only just begun." When the lights come up and the auctioneer begins to speak, Harriet removes her hand from the man's shoulder to gesture towards the paddles being handed out. "Fetch one of those paddles, but for goodness' sake, do not test it out. We are here for the orb, not to entertain ourself with antics." Stepping forward, it is with a regal confidence that she moves. "You mentioned the Sapphire Martyrs. If they are present, they are likely here for the same reason as us, so keep an eye out for anyone who seems too polished, or too prepared. "Once you have the paddle, find a position where you can observe without drawing attention to yourself." An attendant is nearby with the paddles, and she nods to him. "I will need a paddle, thank you," is said before she accepts one. "I'll take the lead. You just keep watch. If you notice anything suspicious, come to me discreetly." Looking towards the stage, she finds herself a seat."
"Well actually...." The operative seems to think now is the best time to make confessions to Harriet, or maybe it's just because Harriet is so priestess and motherly. "My handler didn't think I was ready for this but I wanted to impress you you know? I've heard so much about you and I just wanted to show you I can handle myself!" The man nodnodnods which... really gives Harriet that impression. Still, at her instructions, he gives a big gulp and does some more nodding - mayhaps more of the head action will convince not only her but himself as well and he also takes a paddle before moving a row infront and down sligtly of Harriet.
"Ladies and gentleman." The feminine voice up on stage in intones as spotlights shine down onto the stage itself. The golden eyed red headed beauty is brought out in chains as well as wearing only a bikini, "Tonight, being our first auction of the year, we have a special line up for you all. This is a godling. Sleeping with her will make you younger by a week per time. She is unique." The woman on stage walks over and tilts back the slave's head who jerks it out of the way. "The bidding will start a 100 thousand." There is a hushed lull for a moment before bids start popping up, "200 thousand, 300.." The prices might not be quite what someone had expected from a small town...
"Well actually...." The operative seems to think now is the best time to make confessions to Harriet, or maybe it's just because Harriet is so priestess and motherly. "My handler didn't think I was ready for this but I wanted to impress you you know? I've heard so much about you and I just wanted to show you I can handle myself!" The man nodnodnods which... really gives Harriet that impression. Still, at her instructions, he gives a big gulp and does some more nodding - mayhaps more of the head action will convince not only her but himself as well and he also takes a paddle before moving a row infront and down sligtly of Harriet.
"Ladies and gentleman." The feminine voice up on stage in intones as spotlights shine down onto the stage itself. The golden eyed red headed beauty is brought out in chains as well as wearing only a bikini, "Tonight, being our first auction of the year, we have a special line up for you all. This is a godling. Sleeping with her will make you younger by a week per time. She is unique." The woman on stage walks over and tilts back the slave's head who jerks it out of the way. "The bidding will start a 100 thousand." There is a hushed lull for a moment before bids start popping up, "200 thousand, 300.." The prices might not be quite what Harriet had expected from a small town...
Gaze hardening, Harriet's composure stays otherwise intact. She grips the paddle in her lap lightly as she dares not lift it. The godling is not the orb she came for, and this is not her first auction. After all, she's been auctioned off several times herself, but for different purposes. Sleeping with Harriet will not make you any younger, after all, and for anyone who has tried to get into bed with this woman, they've discovered she is absolutely not interested in anyone but her beloved Samantha Salte. C'est la vie. At least for Harriet. However, her mind still races, calculating the next steps. A bid would draw attention, but complete silence could be equally revealing, and since her time here is a bit of a performance, she must play her part convincingly. Gently, she decides to lean forward and says to the operative seated before her, "Stay alert. This is not what we came for, but observe everything. The bidders, their reactions, even the stagehands." Straightening, she looks back to the stage and as the bidding escalates, she considers her options here. It's a bit of a moral quagmire, but she seems to understand she cannot act impulsively. So, she waits and watches.
The bidding escalates around Harriet, breaking the million mark by a lone bidder sitting in the front with ebony hair and eyes like a hawk. Around them, someone can notice some bidders seem keen while others look like she does - politely interested but really interested in other things. Notably, a group of people in silver trimmed black suites as well as a couple of rather large gentleman with ladies hanging off their hairy gorilla arms. The stagehands... look sharp eyed, making sure the slave doesn't escape since that would be unfortunate for their auction.
"One five. Going once. Going twice. Going three times, sold to the gentleman in the front!" The auctioneer's voice finally calls out and the slave is lead away, staring hopelessly over her shoulders at the crowd as she does. There is a hush now. A quiet that falls over the crowd as they anticipate the second item. Harriet can notice those various groups she noted before leaning forward in concentration. Infront of Harriet, the operative seems to be... trembling. Almost like he's sitting ontop of a sybian programmed wrong but his entire body is shaking.
The spotlight moves again to the edge of the stage and the pedestal holding the orb is rolled out. The orb itself is brilliant and to anyone with any kindof arcane sense they can sense the power rolling off of it into the crowd. A few shivers go through the people. "This ladies and gentleman is Orb of Andelisi. An artifact from another time it is said to hold the power to turn back time... Allowing one to relive the same day over and over again so that one may decide which day they would like to keep. It is only effective for a single day though before requiring another fifty years to be charged. So use it wisely." There's a soft laugh, "Bidding starts at 100k."
The bidding escalates around Harriet, breaking the million mark by a lone bidder sitting in the front with ebony hair and eyes like a hawk. Around them, Harriet can notice some bidders seem keen while others look like she does - politely interested but really interested in other things. Notably, a group of people in silver trimmed black suites as well as a couple of rather large gentleman with ladies hanging off their hairy gorilla arms. The stagehands... look sharp eyed, making sure the slave doesn't escape since that would be unfortunate for their auction.
"One five. Going once. Going twice. Going three times, sold to the gentleman in the front!" The auctioneer's voice finally calls out and the slave is lead away, staring hopelessly over her shoulders at the crowd as she does. There is a hush now. A quiet that falls over the crowd as they anticipate the second item. Harriet can notice those various groups she noted before leaning forward in concentration. Infront of Harriet, the operative seems to be... trembling. Almost like he's sitting ontop of a sybian programmed wrong but his entire body is shaking.
The spotlight moves again to the edge of the stage and the pedestal holding the orb is rolled out. The orb itself is brilliant and to anyone with any kindof arcane sense they can sense the power rolling off of it into the crowd. A few shivers go through the people. "This ladies and gentleman is Orb of Andelisi. An artifact from another time it is said to hold the power to turn back time... Allowing one to relive the same day over and over again so that one may decide which day they would like to keep. It is only effective for a single day though before requiring another fifty years to be charged. So use it wisely." There's a soft laugh, "Bidding starts at 100k."
Harriet feels that palpable energy radiating from the orb the instant that it is revealed. She closes her eyes for a moment, knowing that this is the object she has come for, and that there can be no hesitation in ensuring its acquisition. As lids lift to reveal her hazel gaze, her attention shifts to the trembling operative seated ahead of her. Leaning forward once again, she murmurs, "Steady yourself. This is exactly why we are here, so observe and let me handle the bidding," in the tone of a seasoned leader, trying to ground the man before he loses himself to all of that anxiety. Attention returning to the stage, she raises her paddle as soon as the auctioneer begins the bid, and she ensures it is clear as she establishes her presence.
"Ye-eye--yeesa--eeeahhh yess- MisssssessesesssHarry." The operative infront of Harriet stummers as the shaking only increases more, "I should've stayed with... boa....." He splutters immediately panic raising his paddle infront of Harriet. "200k! Thank you gentleman in black!" The woman on stage points to Harry's poor operative and the man seems to almost faint. Luckily for Harriet, the bidding picks up elsewhere and no one really notices the super trembling man bidding the one off bid. The groups that someone scouted out start bidding against one another, the price rising rapdily even faster than the godling girl that was put on stage before. As the bidding reaches about 2 million, the operative infront of someone turns to look at her, his entire body shaking, "Dowe do wedo.. do we... have the money?" He squeaks.
"Ye-eye--yeesa--eeeahhh yess- MisssssessesesssHarry." The operative infront of Harriet stummers as the shaking only increases more, "I should've stayed with... boa....." He splutters immediately panic raising his paddle infront of Harriet. "200k! Thank you gentleman in black!" The woman on stage points to Harry's poor operative and the man seems to almost faint. Luckily for Harriet, the bidding picks up elsewhere and no one really notices the super trembling man bidding the one off bid. The groups that Harriet scouted out start bidding against one another, the price rising rapdily even faster than the godling girl that was put on stage before. As the bidding reaches about 2 million, the operative infront of someone turns to look at her, his entire body shaking, "Dowe do wedo.. do we... have the money?" He squeaks.
"Ye-eye--yeesa--eeeahhh yess- MisssssessesesssHarry." The operative infront of Harriet stummers as the shaking only increases more, "I should've stayed with... boa....." He splutters immediately panic raising his paddle infront of Harriet. "200k! Thank you gentleman in black!" The woman on stage points to Harry's poor operative and the man seems to almost faint. Luckily for Harriet, the bidding picks up elsewhere and no one really notices the super trembling man bidding the one off bid. The groups that Harriet scouted out start bidding against one another, the price rising rapdily even faster than the godling girl that was put on stage before. As the bidding reaches about 2 million, the operative infront of Harriet turns to look at her, his entire body shaking, "Dowe do wedo.. do we... have the money?" He squeaks.
Harriet remains composed, even as the operative stammers and shakes like a leaf in the wind. Goodness gracious. Those hazel eyes lower as her hand reaches to touch at the back of one of his shoulders ahead of her. "Breathe," she says softly. Whether or not she has the money, she knows what she has to do. The paddle is lifted, and she announces, "Two point five million," with her voice cutting through the room, without an ounce of hesitation. This woman obviously has a plan in mind.
There is a hush when Harriet raises her virginal paddle and speaks. Eyes turn to someone and most of them unfriendly. The silver trimmed people assess her with narrowed eyes while the pair of larger men with their entourage sneer at the fact that it's a woman bidding.
"Two and a half million folks! Do we have any higher takers?" The auctioneer shouts out. There is silent where all eyes are on Harriet and then... "Going once.. Twice... Three times to the lady over there!" The gavel is banged a few times.
There is a hush when Harriet raises her virginal paddle and speaks. Eyes turn to Harriet and most of them unfriendly. The silver trimmed people assess her with narrowed eyes while the pair of larger men with their entourage sneer at the fact that it's a woman bidding.
"Two and a half million folks! Do we have any higher takers?" The auctioneer shouts out. There is silent where all eyes are on Harriet and then... "Going once.. Twice... Three times to the lady over there!" The gavel is banged a few times.
Expression unflinching even as the gavel strikes, Harriet holds her head up high and proud until the call of the auctioneer causes her to dip her chin downward respectfully. Inwardly, she's already calculating her next steps. Unfriendly glares are met with a gentle gaze in return, not trying to press for any drama. "Remain steady," she says to the operative in front of her. "We have work to do." She retrieves her phone and quickly swipes off a message, always using encrypted channels, to inform someone, at least, she's secured a very important artifact for two point five million dollars. Her text requests immediate funds. That request is met. This woman seems to know the right people. Perhaps it pays to be born into a family who comes from a less than stellar line of demonborn who have acquired incredible amounts of wealth over the centuries... even if it also brings with it a lot of downfalls. "Begin observing for potential threats. This could still go awry."
Unfortunate for Harriet. auctions rarely let people make off with objects halfway through. someone is forced to sit through the rest of the action which include a couple more artifacts, a dozen more pretty slaves with silver collars on as well as the auction of a particular rare species of toadstool. Yes toadstool. Finally, the auction wraps up and everyone is allowed to stand. "Would winners please come to the back with me?" It seems like the other groups that bid have won at least... /something/ and eyes continue to track someone as a grand door on the side is gestured towards.
"Miss misssmi smisss harry what do we do now!" Her very useless teller turned operative tells Harriet as he starts trying to cling to her sleeves.
Unfortunate for Harriet. auctions rarely let people make off with objects halfway through. Harriet is forced to sit through the rest of the action which include a couple more artifacts, a dozen more pretty slaves with silver collars on as well as the auction of a particular rare species of toadstool. Yes toadstool. Finally, the auction wraps up and everyone is allowed to stand. "Would winners please come to the back with me?" It seems like the other groups that bid have won at least... /something/ and eyes continue to track someone as a grand door on the side is gestured towards.
"Miss misssmi smisss harry what do we do now!" Her very useless teller turned operative tells Harriet as he starts trying to cling to her sleeves.
Unfortunate for Harriet. auctions rarely let people make off with objects halfway through. Harriet is forced to sit through the rest of the action which include a couple more artifacts, a dozen more pretty slaves with silver collars on as well as the auction of a particular rare species of toadstool. Yes toadstool. Finally, the auction wraps up and everyone is allowed to stand. "Would winners please come to the back with me?" It seems like the other groups that bid have won at least... /something/ and eyes continue to track Harriet as a grand door on the side is gestured towards.
"Miss misssmi smisss harry what do we do now!" Her very useless teller turned operative tells Harriet as he starts trying to cling to her sleeves.
Ever patient, Harriet sits through the rest of the bidding wars gracefully. She takes notes of who purchases or even who, and she does her best to remain composed throughout. When it is time to stand, she does so, but not in any hurry, but when the operative is clinging to her, she scolds him quietly with, "You will not cling to me like a wayward child, sir. You are here as a representative, and you /must/ comport yourself as such. Now, follow my lead, observe everything, and say as little as possible." With her head held high, the Warden strides along past the watchful eyes of the auction attendees. "Stay close, but not too close," the woman warns the man with her. "Think of it as a game of observation and strategy. No panicking. You'll be just fine." Once in the back, she waits for her turn.
The operative infront of someone gives a squeak and nods desperately at her, his blue eyes looking like he wished he was at home and no where close to this stripclub turned auction mart. He stinks of fear though and earns almost as many glances as Harriet does as the predators in the room very much pick up on that. Once the doors to the backroom have clothed, seminaked slave girls walked around taking ID and proof of payment. One such blonde ends up infront of Harriet, "Hello Suga. I see you won the auction for the orb! Congratulations!" The woman says enthusiatically bobbing her head. "Now if you could please show me proof of payyment that'll be grand! And you can be on your way! Remember once the item is in your possession it's yours! We are no longer responsible for it's safety!"
The operative infront of Harriet gives a squeak and nods desperately at her, his blue eyes looking like he wished he was at home and no where close to this stripclub turned auction mart. He stinks of fear though and earns almost as many glances as Harriet does as the predators in the room very much pick up on that. Once the doors to the backroom have clothed, seminaked slave girls walked around taking ID and proof of payment. One such blonde ends up infront of Harriet, "Hello Suga. I see you won the auction for the orb! Congratulations!" The woman says enthusiatically bobbing her head. "Now if you could please show me proof of payyment that'll be grand! And you can be on your way! Remember once the item is in your possession it's yours! We are no longer responsible for it's safety!"
A gracious smile is given to the slave girl by Harriet, even as the gears of strategy continue to turn in her mind. She does keep an eye on the operative, because one can never be sure what that man is going to do. Her electronic payment has gone through, and she shows the record. "Naturally, I trust such a prestigious establishment ensures a secure transfer of all items and verifies transactions with the utmost discretion. Should you require anything further, I am, of course, at your service." Her eyes never take in the bodies of those barely clothed women. Ever polite, her gaze remains only upon faces, making eye contact easily, and looking quite comfortable. She's not nervous, and she does not require any direction in this moment, unlike the operative.
"Oh of course." The bubbly blonde leans forward looking as if she wants to conspire with Harriet, "Between you and me though it looks like alooott of people want this orb so you know.. I would be careful yaya?" She tells Harriet with another bright grin that doesn't quite reach the eyes. She checks over Harriet's statement and Harriet is apprently quite rich or the order is at least! "This all seems in order!" Turning away, she fetches someone who comes back holding two identical boxes on a platter. "This is incase you need to give a decoy suga. Bonus for those who spent over 1 million!" The blonde gives Harriet another smile as she thrusts both boxes towards Harriet and leans in to whisper. "The real one is heavier." Then with a wave, she disappears, leaving Harriet with her operative, who is looking at Harriet like he's about to have a stroke.
The Order certainly is not known for its wealth... quite the opposite, really, but Harriet certainly has her ways. As the blonde departs, after leaving the Warden with the two boxes, she picks up both, testing, subtly, the weight of each to confirm what was whispered. The lighter box is handed to the operative. "Composure is key," she tells him. "Keep that box safe." That heavier box is held securely against her side, tucking under an arm, but with care. "Should anyone approach, you are holding the orb." He's not, of course. "Do not give away even a hint of doubt." Next, she's opening up that oversized handbag of hers and slipping the real box into it. She closes it up after, tugging at the zipper of what is really more like a tote. A glance is given about the area, and then she's moving through the remaining crowd.
"Oooh. Oooooooh." The operatives eyes bulge out of his head as he's handed the precious box that has the fake orb and he holds it as if it's precious. Thankfully because he holds it like it's precious and he's sooooo nervous that the fear oozes off of him... Harriet manages to get out scott free. Unlikely for the operative... Harriet will probably never see him again. But! She has the orb! She manages to get to wherever it is the order likes to deposit and keep artifacts safely. Unforunately two days later she gets the report that the artifact has already infact been used up and will need another 49 years to be charged..... You win some you lose some.
As the auction unfolds, with its eerie assortment of goods from godling slaves to mystical toadstools, Harriet's poised demeanor belies the intensity of her focus on acquiring the Orb. Amidst escalating bids and under the scrutinizing gaze of competing factions, her operative reveals his unpreparedness for the mission, heightening the tension. Yet, with a carefully measured bid of two and a half million dollars, Harriet secures the orb amidst rising suspense and potential threats. The transaction is cloaked in subterfuge, with Harriet adeptly managing to exit with both a decoy and the true orb, even as her operative, overwhelmed by the ordeal, is left behind, his fate uncertain. The artifact, once in the safety of the Order, reveals its expended power, necessitating a lengthy recharge — a bittersweet victory that underscores the relentless cycle of their hidden war.
(Harriet's odd encounter(SRLilian):SRLilian)
[Tue Jan 14 2025]
In Kitchen
The kitchen is a spacious and well-appointed area, with modern appliances and
ample counter space. The walls are painted a crisp white, with gleaming subway
tiles forming the backsplash. The countertops are made of polished granite,
their dark hues contrasting beautifully with the white cabinetry. The cabinets
are made of high-quality wood, with sleek, modern handles that add a touch of
sophistication to the space. A large island stands at the center of the
kitchen, its surface providing additional workspace and seating for casual
meals. The island is equipped with a sink and a built-in range, making it a
functional and versatile addition to the kitchen. Stainless steel appliances,
including a large refrigerator, a double oven, and a dishwasher, are
seamlessly integrated into the cabinetry. A set of large windows above the
sink offer a view of the estate's grounds, flooding the kitchen with natural
light.
It is night, about -7F(-21C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky. Ankle high mist flows through the area. There is a waning gibbous moon.
(Your target and their allies discover that a rare artifact, known to have the power to stave off the imminent apocalypse, is being auctioned off by The Golden Shadow. They must infiltrate the auction, which is full of supernatural beings, human sympathizers, and other mercenaries, to either bid for the artifact or devise a plan to steal it. However, they must tread carefully, as The Golden Shadow has a reputation for ruthlessness and cunning.)
It is freezing in the quaint little town of Haven at balmy negative temperatures where one may toss up a pan of water and it may or may not freeze or burn your face depending on how high you tossed it. The streets are quietish, after three harrowing nights full of wolf howls that is sure to drive tourists from the city if they haven't already fled given the lack of winter surfing that is compatible with life. Although to be fair.. given the sea is still liquid it's probably warmer in there than out on the streets.
By now, past the Christmas rush, the snowmen are all looking rather dirty or misshapen, covered in another layer of snow so that only the tip of carrots stick out. The winter holidays are looking to be over for the college students as well with activity buzzing. One particular sorority seems to be 'it' this year with up to four students having to share the same dorm while the other less popular sorority actually have rooms to themselves. The ever popular mermaid fountain has frozen over, although not quite enough to skate or walk on and the occasional student trying to take a short cut is in for a dose of hypothermia. Good thing the clinic is so close.
Tonight, on the first night past the full moon when the moon is waning in the sky when people are going about their sleepy way... one corner of the town is bustling. In the bowels of a failing attempt at a nightclub, the Striptease's basement level had been hired and repurposed for the night. There is a bustle of activity as people start to arrive for one of the first auctions of the year. Like the Tuna auctions held in Tokyo, the first auction of the year by the Golden Shadow is widely anticipated if not less smelly as the toyosu markets. The floors had been swept, the decoration put out and a stage had been set for a wide variety of auctions. People in golden robes and eyemasks wonder about, making sure that everything is perfect for the VIP guests of the auction.
Behind the stage, heavily guarded by a variety of soldiers both supernatural and human, the cages for the auction are set. The cream of the crop slaves, one particularly brilliant with eyes of liquid gold and hair like fire sit curled up in their cages as slavers walk back and forth making sure that everyone is perfect. It would not do for the first auction of the year to be... untidy after all.
Set on a pedestal in between all the slaves waiting for the auction is a peculiar item. A heavy golden orb the size of a grapefruit, the sphere is covered in old ancient runic carvings and trails. There are two black ribbons sealing it closed, both covered in runes written in blood and it makes stark contrast against the gold of the orb. Despite seeming ... innocuous.. the orb draws many a glance from both slaves, slavers and guards alike.
"Do you think it actually does what it's rumored to do?" The redheaded slave whispers to slave trapped next to her - a dark haired man with eyes of amber.
The man grunts as he looks towards the orb but the girl seems undeterred, "I heard it can stall the end of the world... It lets you reset time... living it over and over again if needed until you decide to let yourself out... And you can't die when it's on so.... Someone out there could use it to try saving the world over and over again..."
"Or have orgies over and over again." Another soft voice chimes in from a cage at the back. "Lets face it the winner of the auction is probably not going to use it to save the world..."
The conversation in the backroom dissolves to speculation until at least a cattle prod is banged up against the cages by one of the slavers, restoring silence once more.
At the front of the stage, people are already starting to filter in. Small groups of people, obviously well off and wealthy take seats in front of the stage, sending whispers to each other. One person in particular, dressed in a black hood.. seems rather nervous. His hands shake as he sends off a text to Harriet, leader of the Order.
It's a particularly long text...
"Dear Miss Harry. I am so so so so so sorry to bother you. But uh. I managed to get into an auction held by the golden shadow. It's underneath the Striptease.. You make a fart noise at the doorman to get led in. But they're auctioning off.. Off the orb of Andelisi and I've read it's supposed to be able to stall the end of the world. I don't have much money though. And and I'm terrified they're going to find out I'm here.. Please come rescue me. Oh god I think that person is looking at me. Please Miss Harry. You need to come help!"
And thus on the kitchen counter of Harriet's massive mansion, her phone buzzes with Incoming message 1,2,3,4,5 as the above message pops up one by one.
Harriet is not one to shy away from wolf howls, so she has stayed in this freezing town. In fact, she might just have a wolf or two caged in her basement. One won't know unless they go searching, though. She lives across the street from where the college students build their snowmen, and phallic-shaped creations out of the white stuff that has accumulated. This woman knows the history of the mermaid fountain, so she likely does not try to think about it too much. It's quite horrific, really. Moving on... This tall brunette has received a rather informative text whilst standing in her kitchen. She's just loaded the dishwasher after having already put her beloved fiancee to bed, and as her phone vibrates off an alert of that incoming text, she retreives it and reads the message. Said message causes her to frown in response. "I have to do... what?" she murmurs under her breath. "Flatulence?" Stunned, but only briefly, she exhales out a heavy sigh and goes to get changed. Once she's all dressed up, she gets into her Aston Martin Vantage and drives not too far down the street to the Striptease. She comes to participate in the auction, and she follows the instructions, much to her distaste, but is apparently let in beccause she makes that required toot sound. It even sounded a little wet, which means she put some effort into it. With her mouth. She's well dressed and appears quite sure of herself, looking like she belongs here among the others. Her upbringing by such a prominent family certainly helps her to blend in. Despite her true position, she oozes what looks like 'money' and her behaviours and demeanour reflect the way she was raised by those very wealthy parents. Having gotten inside, she waits patiently, not at all in any hurry as her hazel eyes sweep about the area. Appearing ever patient, she's relaxed yet dignified, hiding away even a single ounce of discomfort, given the circumstances. Whispers can be heard due to her acute hearing, but she's quiet and composed. Even when she overhears some inappropiate whispers, the British woman does not flinch. Despite the fact -- for those who know her -- she would truly want to flinch. The monogamous Warden who is kind of a prude rests her hands at her sides, gazing ahead at the golden orb that is on display and up for auction before trying to find the intended person who reached out to her.
There is a big sigh of relief when the hooded man spots someone but he lets her get her bearing first, waiting for her to look around, settle in before he starts to scurry over, his movements rather mouselike when he gets next to her. "Miss Harry!" He hisses without turning to look at her and thus letting someone have no idea which of her orderling he is. "Thank you thank you thank you for coming." The man which reminds people rather of useless defence against the arts teacher in the first book of Harry Potter looks like he wants to reach for her hand and kiss it. But their positioning and the fact that they're being jostled probably save the poor monogamous warden from her hand being slobbered on. "It's the second item in the auction.. What are we going to do?? I can make a scene when they break it out and you can... you can disappear with it???" He says seeming rather encouraged.
There is a big sigh of relief when the hooded man spots Harriet but he lets her get her bearing first, waiting for her to look around, settle in before he starts to scurry over, his movements rather mouselike when he gets next to her. "Miss Harry!" He hisses without turning to look at her and thus letting someone have no idea which of her orderling he is. "Thank you thank you thank you for coming." The man which reminds people rather of useless defence against the arts teacher in the first book of Harry Potter looks like he wants to reach for her hand and kiss it. But their positioning and the fact that they're being jostled probably save the poor monogamous warden from her hand being slobbered on. "It's the second item in the auction.. What are we going to do?? I can make a scene when they break it out and you can... you can disappear with it???" He says seeming rather encouraged.
There is a big sigh of relief when the hooded man spots Harriet but he lets her get her bearing first, waiting for her to look around, settle in before he starts to scurry over, his movements rather mouselike when he gets next to her. "Miss Harry!" He hisses without turning to look at her and thus letting Harriet have no idea which of her orderling he is. "Thank you thank you thank you for coming." The man which reminds people rather of useless defence against the arts teacher in the first book of Harry Potter looks like he wants to reach for her hand and kiss it. But their positioning and the fact that they're being jostled probably save the poor monogamous warden from her hand being slobbered on. "It's the second item in the auction.. What are we going to do?? I can make a scene when they break it out and you can... you can disappear with it???" He says seeming rather encouraged.
While her posture remains impeccably straight, Harriet spots the hooded man, but does not immediately turn to face him. Instead, her hazel gaze sweeps the room once more. When she does finally address him, her voice is low, calm, and carries the clipped town of her well-to-do British accent that seems to anchor her authority, especially in such a frenetic atmosphere. "Keep calm," she tells him. "Let us refrain from anything so crass as making a scene." Her lips force a smile and she looks around, nodding to a few people as if she knows them. She likely does not. "Drawing unnecessary attention will do us no favours here, and I suspect you'd prefer not to be ejected from this place, or worse -- apprehended." Her tone implies she's been working through a plan as she tells him, "You said it is the second item up for auction? Then we have some time to manoeuver. Tell me, does this orb require immediate removal, or are we simply ensuring it does not fall into the wrong hands? And do you happen to know who the other bidders might be?" As she steps closer, her voice lowers. "If it is the latter, we may very well be able to secure it without resorting to theatrics. I can bid and purchase it outright, more than likely, and if we encounter resistance, there are subtler ways to persuade those involved that we are the /rightful/ owners." This is when her express softens some, and yet her voice still remains firms. "But you must calm yourself. Panicking will serve no purpose here. Stand tall, breathe deeply, and remember -- we are better than chaos." Still, even quieter, she tells him, "Now, tell me everything you know about this orb and the crown around us. Quickly."
"Right!" Somehow telling the man to calm down... doesn't seem to be calming him down very much. His breathing comes out in short staccato bursts that seem.. rather fast and more suited for the breathing rate of a newborn baby. His nostrils flare with each breath and the look he gives Harriet - letting her realize he is one of her rather new operatives who recently joined who used to be a teller but decided to have a midlife crisis and help out the order - is one full of terror. Infact she can feel him suffering as he continues hyperventiliating to the point he might have passed out. Somehow. Somehow he doesn't. "Right... Don't panic... Keep calm... not the other way around.." He squeaks out as he proceeds to do that, take some longgg, deeeeppp, calming breaths even while the lights start dimming to signal the start of the auction. That seems to trigger the man, who realized he hasn't told Harriet anyone yet! Wide blue eyes look at someone in panic and he leans into her ear to blurt out in what sounds like one breath with no pauses. "Ithinkthere'safewothersherelikethesapphirematyrsbutnoti'mnotsurei'msorrymissharry." The man makes another squeak of panic as the lights fully dim and Harriet might feel the man clinging to her like a koala briefly until the lights pop on again. "Ithink if wecan win it it's probably for the best but I think there will be alot of competition. The advertisement says it can make you ...you know... relive the same orgy over and over again if you want or something like that... and um... this this this this is the first auction of the year so everything here is pricey..." He ducks his head as a polished lady moves up onto the stage.
"Welcome ladies and gentleman." Her very American accented voice intones, "The auction will be starting soon. Please take your seats and make sure you have your bidding paddles. If there isn't one, please pick one up from the people handing it out." There is indeed people handing out black paddles with elegant numbers on them. And even people spanking said people handing it out with the paddle to test it out.
"Right!" Somehow telling the man to calm down... doesn't seem to be calming him down very much. His breathing comes out in short staccato bursts that seem.. rather fast and more suited for the breathing rate of a newborn baby. His nostrils flare with each breath and the look he gives Harriet - letting her realize he is one of her rather new operatives who recently joined who used to be a teller but decided to have a midlife crisis and help out the order - is one full of terror. Infact she can feel him suffering as he continues hyperventiliating to the point he might have passed out. Somehow. Somehow he doesn't. "Right... Don't panic... Keep calm... not the other way around.." He squeaks out as he proceeds to do that, take some longgg, deeeeppp, calming breaths even while the lights start dimming to signal the start of the auction. That seems to trigger the man, who realized he hasn't told Harriet anyone yet! Wide blue eyes look at Harriet in panic and he leans into her ear to blurt out in what sounds like one breath with no pauses. "Ithinkthere'safewothersherelikethesapphirematyrsbutnoti'mnotsurei'msorrymissharry." The man makes another squeak of panic as the lights fully dim and Harriet might feel the man clinging to her like a koala briefly until the lights pop on again. "Ithink if wecan win it it's probably for the best but I think there will be alot of competition. The advertisement says it can make you ...you know... relive the same orgy over and over again if you want or something like that... and um... this this this this is the first auction of the year so everything here is pricey..." He ducks his head as a polished lady moves up onto the stage.
"Welcome ladies and gentleman." Her very American accented voice intones, "The auction will be starting soon. Please take your seats and make sure you have your bidding paddles. If there isn't one, please pick one up from the people handing it out." There is indeed people handing out black paddles with elegant numbers on them. And even people spanking said people handing it out with the paddle to test it out.
The very picture of composed poise, Harriet takes in a deep inhale through her nostrils, despite the rapid-fire panic of the operative who could easy test anyone's patience. With a smooth motion, she reaches to place a steadying hand upon one of his shoulders. A reassuring squeeze is offered up. "Listen to me very carefully," she murmurs to him in a low yet calm tone that tries to cut through his hyperventilating. "You are here because you have the skills and intelligence to do this," the tall brunette reminds. "Focus on breathing. Deep and slow. In through your nose, hold that breath, and then out through your mouth. Make it measured. You can do this. We cannot have you collapsing when the work has only just begun." When the lights come up and the auctioneer begins to speak, Harriet removes her hand from the man's shoulder to gesture towards the paddles being handed out. "Fetch one of those paddles, but for goodness' sake, do not test it out. We are here for the orb, not to entertain ourself with antics." Stepping forward, it is with a regal confidence that she moves. "You mentioned the Sapphire Martyrs. If they are present, they are likely here for the same reason as us, so keep an eye out for anyone who seems too polished, or too prepared. "Once you have the paddle, find a position where you can observe without drawing attention to yourself." An attendant is nearby with the paddles, and she nods to him. "I will need a paddle, thank you," is said before she accepts one. "I'll take the lead. You just keep watch. If you notice anything suspicious, come to me discreetly." Looking towards the stage, she finds herself a seat."
"Well actually...." The operative seems to think now is the best time to make confessions to Harriet, or maybe it's just because Harriet is so priestess and motherly. "My handler didn't think I was ready for this but I wanted to impress you you know? I've heard so much about you and I just wanted to show you I can handle myself!" The man nodnodnods which... really gives Harriet that impression. Still, at her instructions, he gives a big gulp and does some more nodding - mayhaps more of the head action will convince not only her but himself as well and he also takes a paddle before moving a row infront and down sligtly of Harriet.
"Ladies and gentleman." The feminine voice up on stage in intones as spotlights shine down onto the stage itself. The golden eyed red headed beauty is brought out in chains as well as wearing only a bikini, "Tonight, being our first auction of the year, we have a special line up for you all. This is a godling. Sleeping with her will make you younger by a week per time. She is unique." The woman on stage walks over and tilts back the slave's head who jerks it out of the way. "The bidding will start a 100 thousand." There is a hushed lull for a moment before bids start popping up, "200 thousand, 300.." The prices might not be quite what someone had expected from a small town...
"Well actually...." The operative seems to think now is the best time to make confessions to Harriet, or maybe it's just because Harriet is so priestess and motherly. "My handler didn't think I was ready for this but I wanted to impress you you know? I've heard so much about you and I just wanted to show you I can handle myself!" The man nodnodnods which... really gives Harriet that impression. Still, at her instructions, he gives a big gulp and does some more nodding - mayhaps more of the head action will convince not only her but himself as well and he also takes a paddle before moving a row infront and down sligtly of Harriet.
"Ladies and gentleman." The feminine voice up on stage in intones as spotlights shine down onto the stage itself. The golden eyed red headed beauty is brought out in chains as well as wearing only a bikini, "Tonight, being our first auction of the year, we have a special line up for you all. This is a godling. Sleeping with her will make you younger by a week per time. She is unique." The woman on stage walks over and tilts back the slave's head who jerks it out of the way. "The bidding will start a 100 thousand." There is a hushed lull for a moment before bids start popping up, "200 thousand, 300.." The prices might not be quite what Harriet had expected from a small town...
Gaze hardening, Harriet's composure stays otherwise intact. She grips the paddle in her lap lightly as she dares not lift it. The godling is not the orb she came for, and this is not her first auction. After all, she's been auctioned off several times herself, but for different purposes. Sleeping with Harriet will not make you any younger, after all, and for anyone who has tried to get into bed with this woman, they've discovered she is absolutely not interested in anyone but her beloved Samantha Salte. C'est la vie. At least for Harriet. However, her mind still races, calculating the next steps. A bid would draw attention, but complete silence could be equally revealing, and since her time here is a bit of a performance, she must play her part convincingly. Gently, she decides to lean forward and says to the operative seated before her, "Stay alert. This is not what we came for, but observe everything. The bidders, their reactions, even the stagehands." Straightening, she looks back to the stage and as the bidding escalates, she considers her options here. It's a bit of a moral quagmire, but she seems to understand she cannot act impulsively. So, she waits and watches.
The bidding escalates around Harriet, breaking the million mark by a lone bidder sitting in the front with ebony hair and eyes like a hawk. Around them, someone can notice some bidders seem keen while others look like she does - politely interested but really interested in other things. Notably, a group of people in silver trimmed black suites as well as a couple of rather large gentleman with ladies hanging off their hairy gorilla arms. The stagehands... look sharp eyed, making sure the slave doesn't escape since that would be unfortunate for their auction.
"One five. Going once. Going twice. Going three times, sold to the gentleman in the front!" The auctioneer's voice finally calls out and the slave is lead away, staring hopelessly over her shoulders at the crowd as she does. There is a hush now. A quiet that falls over the crowd as they anticipate the second item. Harriet can notice those various groups she noted before leaning forward in concentration. Infront of Harriet, the operative seems to be... trembling. Almost like he's sitting ontop of a sybian programmed wrong but his entire body is shaking.
The spotlight moves again to the edge of the stage and the pedestal holding the orb is rolled out. The orb itself is brilliant and to anyone with any kindof arcane sense they can sense the power rolling off of it into the crowd. A few shivers go through the people. "This ladies and gentleman is Orb of Andelisi. An artifact from another time it is said to hold the power to turn back time... Allowing one to relive the same day over and over again so that one may decide which day they would like to keep. It is only effective for a single day though before requiring another fifty years to be charged. So use it wisely." There's a soft laugh, "Bidding starts at 100k."
The bidding escalates around Harriet, breaking the million mark by a lone bidder sitting in the front with ebony hair and eyes like a hawk. Around them, Harriet can notice some bidders seem keen while others look like she does - politely interested but really interested in other things. Notably, a group of people in silver trimmed black suites as well as a couple of rather large gentleman with ladies hanging off their hairy gorilla arms. The stagehands... look sharp eyed, making sure the slave doesn't escape since that would be unfortunate for their auction.
"One five. Going once. Going twice. Going three times, sold to the gentleman in the front!" The auctioneer's voice finally calls out and the slave is lead away, staring hopelessly over her shoulders at the crowd as she does. There is a hush now. A quiet that falls over the crowd as they anticipate the second item. Harriet can notice those various groups she noted before leaning forward in concentration. Infront of Harriet, the operative seems to be... trembling. Almost like he's sitting ontop of a sybian programmed wrong but his entire body is shaking.
The spotlight moves again to the edge of the stage and the pedestal holding the orb is rolled out. The orb itself is brilliant and to anyone with any kindof arcane sense they can sense the power rolling off of it into the crowd. A few shivers go through the people. "This ladies and gentleman is Orb of Andelisi. An artifact from another time it is said to hold the power to turn back time... Allowing one to relive the same day over and over again so that one may decide which day they would like to keep. It is only effective for a single day though before requiring another fifty years to be charged. So use it wisely." There's a soft laugh, "Bidding starts at 100k."
Harriet feels that palpable energy radiating from the orb the instant that it is revealed. She closes her eyes for a moment, knowing that this is the object she has come for, and that there can be no hesitation in ensuring its acquisition. As lids lift to reveal her hazel gaze, her attention shifts to the trembling operative seated ahead of her. Leaning forward once again, she murmurs, "Steady yourself. This is exactly why we are here, so observe and let me handle the bidding," in the tone of a seasoned leader, trying to ground the man before he loses himself to all of that anxiety. Attention returning to the stage, she raises her paddle as soon as the auctioneer begins the bid, and she ensures it is clear as she establishes her presence.
"Ye-eye--yeesa--eeeahhh yess- MisssssessesesssHarry." The operative infront of Harriet stummers as the shaking only increases more, "I should've stayed with... boa....." He splutters immediately panic raising his paddle infront of Harriet. "200k! Thank you gentleman in black!" The woman on stage points to Harry's poor operative and the man seems to almost faint. Luckily for Harriet, the bidding picks up elsewhere and no one really notices the super trembling man bidding the one off bid. The groups that someone scouted out start bidding against one another, the price rising rapdily even faster than the godling girl that was put on stage before. As the bidding reaches about 2 million, the operative infront of someone turns to look at her, his entire body shaking, "Dowe do wedo.. do we... have the money?" He squeaks.
"Ye-eye--yeesa--eeeahhh yess- MisssssessesesssHarry." The operative infront of Harriet stummers as the shaking only increases more, "I should've stayed with... boa....." He splutters immediately panic raising his paddle infront of Harriet. "200k! Thank you gentleman in black!" The woman on stage points to Harry's poor operative and the man seems to almost faint. Luckily for Harriet, the bidding picks up elsewhere and no one really notices the super trembling man bidding the one off bid. The groups that Harriet scouted out start bidding against one another, the price rising rapdily even faster than the godling girl that was put on stage before. As the bidding reaches about 2 million, the operative infront of someone turns to look at her, his entire body shaking, "Dowe do wedo.. do we... have the money?" He squeaks.
"Ye-eye--yeesa--eeeahhh yess- MisssssessesesssHarry." The operative infront of Harriet stummers as the shaking only increases more, "I should've stayed with... boa....." He splutters immediately panic raising his paddle infront of Harriet. "200k! Thank you gentleman in black!" The woman on stage points to Harry's poor operative and the man seems to almost faint. Luckily for Harriet, the bidding picks up elsewhere and no one really notices the super trembling man bidding the one off bid. The groups that Harriet scouted out start bidding against one another, the price rising rapdily even faster than the godling girl that was put on stage before. As the bidding reaches about 2 million, the operative infront of Harriet turns to look at her, his entire body shaking, "Dowe do wedo.. do we... have the money?" He squeaks.
Harriet remains composed, even as the operative stammers and shakes like a leaf in the wind. Goodness gracious. Those hazel eyes lower as her hand reaches to touch at the back of one of his shoulders ahead of her. "Breathe," she says softly. Whether or not she has the money, she knows what she has to do. The paddle is lifted, and she announces, "Two point five million," with her voice cutting through the room, without an ounce of hesitation. This woman obviously has a plan in mind.
There is a hush when Harriet raises her virginal paddle and speaks. Eyes turn to someone and most of them unfriendly. The silver trimmed people assess her with narrowed eyes while the pair of larger men with their entourage sneer at the fact that it's a woman bidding.
"Two and a half million folks! Do we have any higher takers?" The auctioneer shouts out. There is silent where all eyes are on Harriet and then... "Going once.. Twice... Three times to the lady over there!" The gavel is banged a few times.
There is a hush when Harriet raises her virginal paddle and speaks. Eyes turn to Harriet and most of them unfriendly. The silver trimmed people assess her with narrowed eyes while the pair of larger men with their entourage sneer at the fact that it's a woman bidding.
"Two and a half million folks! Do we have any higher takers?" The auctioneer shouts out. There is silent where all eyes are on Harriet and then... "Going once.. Twice... Three times to the lady over there!" The gavel is banged a few times.
Expression unflinching even as the gavel strikes, Harriet holds her head up high and proud until the call of the auctioneer causes her to dip her chin downward respectfully. Inwardly, she's already calculating her next steps. Unfriendly glares are met with a gentle gaze in return, not trying to press for any drama. "Remain steady," she says to the operative in front of her. "We have work to do." She retrieves her phone and quickly swipes off a message, always using encrypted channels, to inform someone, at least, she's secured a very important artifact for two point five million dollars. Her text requests immediate funds. That request is met. This woman seems to know the right people. Perhaps it pays to be born into a family who comes from a less than stellar line of demonborn who have acquired incredible amounts of wealth over the centuries... even if it also brings with it a lot of downfalls. "Begin observing for potential threats. This could still go awry."
Unfortunate for Harriet. auctions rarely let people make off with objects halfway through. someone is forced to sit through the rest of the action which include a couple more artifacts, a dozen more pretty slaves with silver collars on as well as the auction of a particular rare species of toadstool. Yes toadstool. Finally, the auction wraps up and everyone is allowed to stand. "Would winners please come to the back with me?" It seems like the other groups that bid have won at least... /something/ and eyes continue to track someone as a grand door on the side is gestured towards.
"Miss misssmi smisss harry what do we do now!" Her very useless teller turned operative tells Harriet as he starts trying to cling to her sleeves.
Unfortunate for Harriet. auctions rarely let people make off with objects halfway through. Harriet is forced to sit through the rest of the action which include a couple more artifacts, a dozen more pretty slaves with silver collars on as well as the auction of a particular rare species of toadstool. Yes toadstool. Finally, the auction wraps up and everyone is allowed to stand. "Would winners please come to the back with me?" It seems like the other groups that bid have won at least... /something/ and eyes continue to track someone as a grand door on the side is gestured towards.
"Miss misssmi smisss harry what do we do now!" Her very useless teller turned operative tells Harriet as he starts trying to cling to her sleeves.
Unfortunate for Harriet. auctions rarely let people make off with objects halfway through. Harriet is forced to sit through the rest of the action which include a couple more artifacts, a dozen more pretty slaves with silver collars on as well as the auction of a particular rare species of toadstool. Yes toadstool. Finally, the auction wraps up and everyone is allowed to stand. "Would winners please come to the back with me?" It seems like the other groups that bid have won at least... /something/ and eyes continue to track Harriet as a grand door on the side is gestured towards.
"Miss misssmi smisss harry what do we do now!" Her very useless teller turned operative tells Harriet as he starts trying to cling to her sleeves.
Ever patient, Harriet sits through the rest of the bidding wars gracefully. She takes notes of who purchases or even who, and she does her best to remain composed throughout. When it is time to stand, she does so, but not in any hurry, but when the operative is clinging to her, she scolds him quietly with, "You will not cling to me like a wayward child, sir. You are here as a representative, and you /must/ comport yourself as such. Now, follow my lead, observe everything, and say as little as possible." With her head held high, the Warden strides along past the watchful eyes of the auction attendees. "Stay close, but not too close," the woman warns the man with her. "Think of it as a game of observation and strategy. No panicking. You'll be just fine." Once in the back, she waits for her turn.
The operative infront of someone gives a squeak and nods desperately at her, his blue eyes looking like he wished he was at home and no where close to this stripclub turned auction mart. He stinks of fear though and earns almost as many glances as Harriet does as the predators in the room very much pick up on that. Once the doors to the backroom have clothed, seminaked slave girls walked around taking ID and proof of payment. One such blonde ends up infront of Harriet, "Hello Suga. I see you won the auction for the orb! Congratulations!" The woman says enthusiatically bobbing her head. "Now if you could please show me proof of payyment that'll be grand! And you can be on your way! Remember once the item is in your possession it's yours! We are no longer responsible for it's safety!"
The operative infront of Harriet gives a squeak and nods desperately at her, his blue eyes looking like he wished he was at home and no where close to this stripclub turned auction mart. He stinks of fear though and earns almost as many glances as Harriet does as the predators in the room very much pick up on that. Once the doors to the backroom have clothed, seminaked slave girls walked around taking ID and proof of payment. One such blonde ends up infront of Harriet, "Hello Suga. I see you won the auction for the orb! Congratulations!" The woman says enthusiatically bobbing her head. "Now if you could please show me proof of payyment that'll be grand! And you can be on your way! Remember once the item is in your possession it's yours! We are no longer responsible for it's safety!"
A gracious smile is given to the slave girl by Harriet, even as the gears of strategy continue to turn in her mind. She does keep an eye on the operative, because one can never be sure what that man is going to do. Her electronic payment has gone through, and she shows the record. "Naturally, I trust such a prestigious establishment ensures a secure transfer of all items and verifies transactions with the utmost discretion. Should you require anything further, I am, of course, at your service." Her eyes never take in the bodies of those barely clothed women. Ever polite, her gaze remains only upon faces, making eye contact easily, and looking quite comfortable. She's not nervous, and she does not require any direction in this moment, unlike the operative.
"Oh of course." The bubbly blonde leans forward looking as if she wants to conspire with Harriet, "Between you and me though it looks like alooott of people want this orb so you know.. I would be careful yaya?" She tells Harriet with another bright grin that doesn't quite reach the eyes. She checks over Harriet's statement and Harriet is apprently quite rich or the order is at least! "This all seems in order!" Turning away, she fetches someone who comes back holding two identical boxes on a platter. "This is incase you need to give a decoy suga. Bonus for those who spent over 1 million!" The blonde gives Harriet another smile as she thrusts both boxes towards Harriet and leans in to whisper. "The real one is heavier." Then with a wave, she disappears, leaving Harriet with her operative, who is looking at Harriet like he's about to have a stroke.
The Order certainly is not known for its wealth... quite the opposite, really, but Harriet certainly has her ways. As the blonde departs, after leaving the Warden with the two boxes, she picks up both, testing, subtly, the weight of each to confirm what was whispered. The lighter box is handed to the operative. "Composure is key," she tells him. "Keep that box safe." That heavier box is held securely against her side, tucking under an arm, but with care. "Should anyone approach, you are holding the orb." He's not, of course. "Do not give away even a hint of doubt." Next, she's opening up that oversized handbag of hers and slipping the real box into it. She closes it up after, tugging at the zipper of what is really more like a tote. A glance is given about the area, and then she's moving through the remaining crowd.
"Oooh. Oooooooh." The operatives eyes bulge out of his head as he's handed the precious box that has the fake orb and he holds it as if it's precious. Thankfully because he holds it like it's precious and he's sooooo nervous that the fear oozes off of him... Harriet manages to get out scott free. Unlikely for the operative... Harriet will probably never see him again. But! She has the orb! She manages to get to wherever it is the order likes to deposit and keep artifacts safely. Unforunately two days later she gets the report that the artifact has already infact been used up and will need another 49 years to be charged..... You win some you lose some.