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Scheherazade / Harem Shipping Meme

Scheherazade / Harem Shipping Meme
Straight out of the Arabian Nights, or any variety of the spin-offs and spoofs since, in a beautiful and fantastical realm of magic and djinn. You may be the great ruler, prince, or sultana of the realm, or you may be the tribute, captive, or arranged marriage spouse brought before that ruler.

Scenarios:
1. Arranged Marriage - You’re both royals or nobles of some variety, but one of you has been sent far from home to be wedded to a stranger in a foreign land.
2. Ambition - You’re just one beauty in a harem of dozens—or hundreds—but you’re determined to stand out, to earn the exclusive attention of the ruler, and to take your place by their side as the ruler of this land.
3. Scheherazade - One night with the king (or queen). Perhaps your one-night spouse had their heart broken, like in the story. Perhaps they’re simply a monster, or they have other motives. They may kill you in the morning, unless you can convince them to delay, by at least one more day.
4. Tribute - Perhaps your land was conquered, or perhaps you’ve been sent here to secure an alliance. Either way, this wasn’t your idea, and you aren’t particularly happy about it.
5. Within the Harem - Both characters are residents of the harem. You hardly see the ruler, and they don’t matter. What does matter is the friendship—or love—that you have found within the harem, and, possibly, your plans for escape.
6. Outside the Harem - You’ve fallen in love with someone you shouldn’t. A guard, a servant, or someone outside the palace entirely. But in order to be with them, you’re going to have to break all the rules.
7. Arabian Nights - Wildcard scenario, play any elements from the Arabian Nights that you please. Magic carpets, powerful djinn, curses and treasure!

How to play:
-Post with your character, preferred role (ruler, harem, other), and any other relevant info
-Reply to others. Use RNG or choose your favourite scenario!

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Being a power in the city isn't really a big deal for Rhys. Control and authority don't really appeal to him, and he doesn't play politics for either side of the fence. Humans, supernaturals, he doesn't take either side as long as they're fair with him, and he's always made it clear where he stands and what he wants out of the game.

For him, it's about respect and security. The middle ground is the safest place to stand when it comes to a business like his, selling magic, and he's not only a rare and dangerous species in a community full of rare and dangerous species, but he's also got valuable skills. In the city, it's warned him a lucrative career, a nice apartment, a few luxuries, and the comfort not to worry about too much. That's all he ever really wanted out of it, and in the middle of it all, he manages to be just scary enough that people respect both his space and his rules when it comes to his business dealings.

It's not a bad place to be in, and the tributes are a very nice bonus. He has needs, and he's always glad to have something new and interesting cross his path, so a little extra something for a job well done or to stay on his good side? He tended to be all for it.

Thomas (pronounced Toe-más) D had always warned his daughter that the streets of the city were dangerous. With them living in not the best part of town, Devi had gotten too used to the dangers of her community. There were rules and 98% of the time, the budding artist followed those rules. Some exceptions had to be made, especially when her best friend, a dark vegan woman who was on a neverending sugar rush, wiled her out of her apartment. She could never say what she would do without Tenna; she knew.

She'd stay the fuck at home.

But, that wasn't a thing that Tenna allowed often and tonight, Devi should have tried harder. They went clubbing; Tenna insisted that this club was totally not lame like the last one, and the fact that the one guy that talked to Devi had sudden food poisoning and puked on her knee high platform black boots was just bad luck. Devi disagreed. It was a sign. A sign that was further validated when they were attacked by a group of men on the way home.

Despite her spunk, Devi couldn't fight off 5 guys and Tenna couldn't fight off a boiled hotdog.

45 minutes and a dose of chloroform later, Devi and Tenna found themselves being separated. The group that had gotten them weren't just paying tribute to one power, and Tenna was just as pretty as Devi. Hooded, the slender woman didn't know where she was, or what was going on, but she knew she had a headache and a growing attitude problem. The men handling her weren't gentle and she stumbled a little as they pushed her in front of them before stopping her short and yanking the hood of her head.

She squinted at the sudden light and looked around, eyes landing on man in front of her. The asshole in her wanted to smart off but the scared woman in her understood the odds of her situation, so she settled with a heavy, pointed, expectant stare. Her dark emerald eyes didn't leave him and they spelled all kinds of stubborn trouble.

The conversation around her was noted only for the purposes of understanding - This felt so very feudal. Primal. She understood what she was meant to be, but not for whom, and not why. Patience.

The cults are always the weirdest part of this whole supernatural society thing. They meet in weird places, their wardrobes are awful, they take themselves painfully seriously. But this sect really likes Set, thinks Rhys is their avatar, and gets in far less trouble when he shows up at the arranged meetings to make sure that they aren't causing him more trouble than they would be if he wasn't babysitting them.

The live jackal had been a nice gesture, though he wasn't sure exactly how they managed that. Rhys had even named him Murphy and kept him around for a while, until it became clear that wild desert dogs sucked for apartment life. It might have worked out better if it had been a jackal shifter, but no, no such luck. Murphy was much happier living with a friend on a farm in Utah, these days.

The cobra, however, he'd politely but very emphatically declined.

Bound and on their knees is traditional for offerings, even the willing ones. So Rhys isn't concerned right away when he walks into the scene in the empty parking garage, a lean figure with long, dark hair and blue eyes just a shade too piercing to be real. Otherwise, he's unremarkable, in a simple gray dress shirt, black jeans, and a leather duster, but the way the robed men shuffle at his approach is telling.

The gist of the conversation between the men starts out friendly, as Rhys looks over his new prize with a thoughtful, and very appreciative look, but the tone changes quickly enough, after a moment: You idiots.

There was some part of Devi that knew she looked good on her knees, even if her leather jacket draped over her feet, and there was a fire in her eyes as she watched the situation unfold around her. There wasn't a point in fighting, too many men - No, she'd have to take her chance somewhere else. Somewhere... quieter. She was waiting.

You idiots.

But why? There was another part of her, a prideful part of her that questioned, why not? Still, like the chattel she was, she could only be silent and project her distinct disapproval of this whole situation. One mention of her being property would break that silence, but so far, they hadn't said anything beyond 'Tribute' though she couldn't tell to what. Or why. And those questions were just as important.

Rhys paces a couple of times, before coming back. In spite of his ire, he's calm, not lashing out with anything but words.

The cobra was probably easier to deal with. He looks at Devi again, curled hand pressed to his chin, and then finally nods with that same air of absolute authority.

"At least she's legal." Something flares in his eyes, a shifting play of color and light that has nothing to do with the light in the room, before he looks at the robed men again. "I'll take her, this time. Mine to do with as I will, in the spirit of a gift given." He emphasizes that last point very precisely, crossing his arms over his chest. "But people going missing? Let's not make a habit of that. It's bad for everyone's business."

Fucking amateur hour around here. He huffs a sigh, and then states, with all the importance of a formal announcement, "But The Watcher of the Sweet Place and the House of the Jackal King thanks you for your offering. It is recognized and appreciated."

Devi's jaw tenses with the suggestion that she's his to do with as he will but there were still more men in the room then she could fight. They were on the way out and she figured whatever she could do would be better done one on one. The sooner they were out, the better. The sooner she could disabuse this man of the notion that she's anything of the kind.

Rhys' approval and acceptance was enough; they were sure that he'd remember them in their times of need. As soon as the men around Devi had started backing up, she rocked back onto her toes, then onto her heels as she stood.

"I hope you know that none of you are going to get away with this," she said sternly, eyes flashing in their defiance.

Edited 2017-04-08 19:06 (UTC)

In general, the hostage's opinions don't get considered into the debate. That isn't about to change now, but Rhys does give Devi another long, considering look when she gets to her feet, and at least part of that is a moment of appreciation of just how limber she is.

Pretty, flexible, and mouthy. All traits he likes, and in spite of the situation, part of Rhys stirs in interest, wondering just what it would take to win her over. Because she's here against her will, and he's not really good with that or the complications it brings, but he is imagining just how she'd look naked, stretched out and pleading on the sheets beneath him.

It's a spark that draws him, and it shows in his oddly bright gaze as he watches her for those long seconds, before he looks away again.

He lets the men scatter, watching them back off to let him take his prize, and he grabs her gently by the arm and reaches for the hood. "Funny how many times I hear that," he says mildly, in that same calm, velvet voice. "This will go better if you stay quiet and don't try to bite me, okay? Tape is just gonna hurt and you'll be a lot less comfortable in the trunk."

It had taken a lot of practice to pull off that move, especially in the chunky platforms she wore that put her up a good 4 inches, and the height made her and her features all that more dramatic. She loved it, normally, but dramatic was the furthest thing from her. Right now, she was just angry and humiliated. Something that translated into a cold, hard look over the thin line of her lips.

His grabbing hand gets an incredulous look before she glances up to the hood getting pulled back up and jerks her head forward and to the side.

"This will go a lot better if you gave me my fucking hands and explain what right you and your smelly fucking goons nabbing me and my friend off the street." Spirited was a word for it, but he and his hand was the first line of him trying (and hopefully failing) to impose his will over her. Her bottom lip was already slightly swollen by a backhand she'd earned before she got here. Still, she wasn't loud and she hadn't resorted to spitting. Yet. "Where do you think you're taking me?"

Those platform boots actually make her taller than her captor, which makes the whole thing even more surreal, but he just smiles wryly as he regards her.

Not only does she have some bruises, but she's also likely got a hell of a chloroform hangover, and she's still got attitude. He's not terribly worried, but this does make things complicated.

"I was better off with the cobra," he remarks absently, then huffs a sigh as he tilts his head at her. "We are leaving, unless you'd rather take your chances getting handed off to someone else. The snake cult, maybe, or the guys downtown that do arts and crafts out of people parts?"

Devi D

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