PopeAlessandros

Magical Protection

Wow, that came out longer than I expected. Wonder where the old guy came from. . . . .

Magical Protection

The humans the wind warned him about walk past one street over while the boy stares blankly up at him. Yu however never takes his eyes off the youth standing stunned down below. He can not help but watch and wait until he eventually rushes off. 'He at least looked a little calmer there at the end. I hope my explanation was enough. I'm not sure what would happen if he needs more to feel safe with me around' Yu shifts a little, legs flopping around a bit while he re-positions himself to get more comfortable. 'I mean, I don't plan on ever doing something like that again, I mean it was crazy to do in the first place. But. . .' He lets out a little kitty huff. 'I do not regret it' With that in mind he shifts one more time before letting himself slip off into a nice warm sleep, the sun coming out from behind the cloud like a blanket of light.

Late into the afternoon he wakes, stretching out to his full length while still resting on his side. 'I think of creatures like squirrels and mice and I can not imagine having to be so alert all the time A faint little meowing noise comes out as he rolls on to his stomach to watch a couple pass beneath his arch. The girl looks up at him, giggling at his cute face as his head and arms dangle off the warm stone. He lets out another meow as they pass then he shuffles to his feet fro a quick cleaning before he leaps down to the pathway below. His senses activate and after some wandering back and forth he takes off towards one of his favorite places to get a hand-out. At the edge of the suburb is a little park, and most days a nice old man runs a stall there for the kids full of all sorts of tasty treats.

He calls Yu his “special customer” and every time he shows up it's almost as if the man knew he was coming, a plain hotdog cooled and ready for him. Today is no different. As he comes around the corner, the park and stall coming into view, Yu can smell that the man has been cooking. Because meats are always best fresh, he only cooks his frozen meats when the customers ask for them. However there are no people around, but the smell of hotdog still lingers in the air. With a purring myau noise Yu saunters up to the stall and the old man chuckles down at the furry beast. “Ah, there you are. I was wondering when you'd get here.” Scooping up the hotdog he leans down and hands it to Yu. The youkai takes it carefully by the end and wanders over to a bench to eat it. He's not one for eating dirt so he'd rather the bench than the ground. “My special customer is such a dainty eater.” the man says with a chuckle and Yu decides not to respond today.

'Do not need another human finding out just how smart this cute little kitty is' he muses, then with one last look at the man Yu heads off to explore the city. The rest of the day he spends running here and there, checking out various human gathering places. He doesn't want to admit it, but this day of adventuring into the thick of the city is because he doesn't want to face any of his own kind for a while. Many of them know he still has a very strong fondness for humans, and he's not sure if the wind will have told them that something has happened that can be traced back to him. When at last the sun sets for the evening Yu crawls up into his favorite tree near the swimming pool of a small park and unlike most of his feline brethren, he falls swiftly to sleep and sleeps through the night.

Once again the sun's brightening of the sky wakes the scared youkai and like a great lump of fur Yu slowly scoots along the branch until he can drop off on to the fence running between the park and the house closest to it. His sensitive little paws lead him automatically tot he archway over the sidewalk even before he feels fully awake and it isn't until the tell tale sound of a familiar sounding bike coming towards him that Yu opens his eyes all the way, turning towards the noise. He crouches low, knowing that he may cause a distraction the boy doesn't really need right now. Once past Yu hops up to watch him go. 'I really should find somewhere else to spend my days, I am in deep enough as it is, and if I do not pull away now, I may never be able to pull my way out of all this' Letting out a faint while Yu lays down on the cool stone and determines that after a quick nap he'll go find somewhere new.

However, about an hour before the boy normally comes home from school, passing under his arch for the second time in any particular school day, Yu finds himself rising. The wind licks his whiskers and sides, but without hesitation or even a conscious effort he finds himself jumping down to the wall lining the sidewalk and moving at a fair pace towards the boy's school. He's followed the scent a few times, some time after the boy has taken it, to the building where he gets his education, but this is the first time he's done so when there is a chance of running into him. 'Why am I doing this? Did I not say I should pull away before I get hooked? I know I made that decision but. . . .but. . . . I can not do it. Not now. I am already in to deep it seems' With that final thought Yu takes off at full speed and in no time at all he finds himself sitting on the wall surrounding the school grounds. There he takes up a perch in full view of anyone leaving the school through the front gate, where he's always smelled the boy's scent, and waits.

The Rebel Vampire

The Vandros family has many companies under their name, the largest one being their import and exports. The second largest company is an electronics company with which Alexi has cornered the market on the electronic devices used to control slaves. His companies are the only producers of these devices, so you can see how it's a booming business with many factories all over the planet. He's always on the lookout for new companies trying to get set up and either crushes them, or buys them out. Since most slaves are controlled electronically in some way or another, he never really has to worry about the company tanking :P

The Rebel Vampire

Accidental Double Post Deletion :P

The Rebel Vampire

As the silence stretches on, Alexi is tempted to say something. He knows how much it hurts for one hard broken to hesitate in responding to an order. He's never sought to harm any of his servants, however this time it seems he may be causing pain inadvertently. 'Come on Joseph, you know I have always wanted your honest input. I may ask you to wait to give it at times, but I have never punished you for having them. Just say what's on your mind!' His bottom lips slides between his teeth, trying to stay quiet to let the man think, but just as he's about to say something, Joseph speaks up. His response however serves to confuse the younger Vandros and his confusion shows blatantly on his face as the elder vampire goes on.

'I've never seen him this uptight. It's like he's afraid of me. Am I not kind for a slave owner? I know many under my and my brother's care are happy to be here and not in a house where they are treated no better than furniture' He shifts uncomfortably aganinst the mantle, the light from the fire finding it's way to his face, giving the other a clear look at the confusion etched into it. “Joseph, you are acting strangely. Though I may now hold my father's position in this household, I have never once tried to step into his shoes. I know he was, quite often, a cruel bastard, but I would hope that I have never once treated you with anything less than the respect due your station.” He waves his hand around the room. “Everything I have done in and to this house is for the good of those that live in it. It almost frightens me when you talk about yourself like that. . .”

He lets out a sigh, his stance clearly communicating that he's not finished speaking though he takes a few moment to gather his thoughts. 'I do not have time to snap him out of this. I have to tell him what he needs to know then get to that meeting' He lets out another sigh and looks to the man across from him. “We will speak on that later Joseph however. At this time I understand that you want to keep me safe, and that makes me happy my old mentor.” A true smile sneaks across his face before becoming more serious. “Since I'm still not sure how much my dear brother told you let me just say this. The new potential slave is the leader of the rebellion. From now on you are to take over the upkeep of my room personally, and no one, not even Mois unless he has my permission, is allowed to enter my room save for myself, and you of course.”

Shifting his weight Alexi looks towards the curtain clad window. “I know no one will understand this, but I want to end it. I want this slavery shit to end, and even if this part of my plan fails, I will succeed none the less.” Alexi almost startles himself when the swear word slips from his lips. In his life sworn a grand total of eleven times including this one, but for each time it had been for a good reason, and this is no exception. 'It really is a huge steaming festering pile of shit, and deserves to be named such' His gaze wanders over to Joseph, curious what kind of reaction is going through his head at the sound of him cussing. He's always had a thing about such foul language, even going so far as to have the head slave make sure that all the other slave know not to swear around Master Alexi. So he can not help but be curious of what the other thinks about hearing such things from the usually more refined man.

Cruel Hand, Kind Heart ~ PopeAlessandros x Foxtrot

The little one jerks at the sound of his voice, and he tenses, ready it grab him up if he bolts. However when the boy turns to look at him Vaan freeze. For some reason, the look in the child's eyes looks a little off to him. 'He has hardly given my obviously non human features a glance. He's looking directly into my eyes, almost. . .Almost as if he doesn't care. But, he's just a child, how could. . . .' Vaan feels himself relaxing, realizing that the boy isn't going to run. He remains quiet as the boy begins asking question, unsure of just how to respond, or if he should respond at all. The logical part of his brain tells him he could just kill the kid and git it over with before it really does begin freaking out. However even as he wills his limbs into motion, something keeps him still, just listening to the crushed and desperate words from the small living thing.

It moves closer causing his muscles to ripple beneath his skin as he shifts down on to one knee on instinct. He has no idea where the instinct came from, but as the boy seems to finally break down his eyelids droop a bit as he watches those blood soaked hands come up to clutch at tear stained cheeks. The blood trails over the pale flesh as his small hands com up even further to cover his face completely. 'Oh boy, now what am I going to do. I've. . .I've lost the will to do this. He's just to. . . .He has nothing to do with my job so why should I. . .' Like a bolt a thought fires through his mind. Pulling up his contract in his head he looks it over carefully and after a few seconds he smiles gently. 'I don't have to do it. I don't have to kill it. Nowhere does it say to take out everyone in the house, they just want a 'clean job'. Stuff like that is left up to the assassin's interpretation' Glancing down at the little shaking shoulder his smile widens a bit.

'And I'm interpreting it now' The child's last question is the final key and with a soft shushing noise he leans in closer to the boy. “I'm sorry, they can't wake up. That's not how something like this works little one.” He carefully pulls the bloodied fingers away from his pale face and with one arm scoops up the boy. Looking down into his wet face he adds, “I'm not the kind of thing that brings people back.” His hold is gentle but firm as to not drop him. A hold to try and make him feel safe as the demon stands and waters upstairs with him. “We have to get you cleaned up. There is somewhere we can go where you will be safe. Somewhere where you don't have to worry about sleeping and not waking up.”

Peeking through doors until he's sure that the child is the only one left in the house he wanders back down the upstairs hall until he's at the bathroom he'd spotted earlier. Wandering inside he stands the boy in the bathtub and strips him down before turning on the water to a nice warm temperature. Picking up a couple washrags he hands one to the child, smiling gently, then goes to work carefully cleaning the boy's face. “Could you get your hands and arms for me?” he asks. Spending a lot of time around humans on hos favorite world has given him a lot of insight into getting a kid to do what you want it to. He hums a little tune as he works, making sure to keep his claws off of the boy's delicate flesh.

The Last Straw ~ PopeAlessandros x Foxtrot

Upon reaching his office Sylus waves away his assistants, each having a whole list of things to see to, and he wanting a little time alone. Pushing open the large mahogany doors, he slips inside, closing them gently behind him. His room isn't nearly as but as Marius's, though he has offered to make it so, however Sylus is comfortable with the space he has. He reaches over to the wall beside the doors and flips on the light, flooding the windowless space with a pleasant low level of light. Never one for the glare of the usual light bulbs supplied to office buildings, the special ones in his office are the only things he's ever ask for special from his childhood friend. The tall man hums softly as he makes his way over to his desk, a simple but elegant glass device outfitted with nothing more than a table lamp and a laptop. Behind the ornate computer chair however appears to be a wall completely riddled with screens. The other two walls of the room, the ones that do not share their space with a door, are likewise covered, but instead of screens these walls have a vast number of file drawers.

Each drawer is solid black only broken by a handle and a little white label plate. On each side there is a library style rolling ladder so that he can reach each and every one easily. It's the screen however that would draw anyone's eyes. From the international stock market to local news to MTV spring to life as the light switch gets flipped and Sylus spares them a quick glance before settling down at his desk, retrieving the monitor from his breast pocket. Now alone he relaxes, letting a soft smile come to his lips as he watches the young man do a little victory dance of sorts. 'Young Will seems to have some spunk. I'm sure this will work out, even if only for a little while. Only time will tell if he's actually up for the challenge of dealing full time with our dear president' He watches the man out of the building before standing and turning to the wall of images. Reaching out he touches one screen where some reporters are at one of his company's own showing hall. Running his finger along the bottom of the image a volume bar appears and suddenly the voice of the reporter comes through loud and clear.

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Marius, despite now with the assurance that his thinking tool will be returned, continues to grumble and groan as file after file makes it's way through his hands from inspection. 'Why didn't I work on these earlier? I got them at the beginning of the week!' His hands pause for a moment, recalling what had happened that day. 'Oh, right, that was the day I lost my secretary. Or, actually, when she got the boot' He lets out a sigh, placing the last folder on the stack on his left before sliding the rest of his “to do” pile over to the front edge of his desk. 'I'll get to them later' he decides, the large stack of green on his left giving him a headache just from looking at it. His eyes wander over to his phone and after a few seconds contemplation he hits the speakerphone button followed by one that will connect him with someone who can get him some food.

“Yes Mr. Takashi?” the old woman's voice it grating and Marius rolls his eyes at the overly sweet undertone.

'It's like I'm a little kid or something' “Yes, Rosa, um, I would like lunch delivered in about an hour, my office. My usual order from Frido's down the street.” The line is silent for a few seconds and Marius begins rocking his chair gently.

“Yes sir, I'll have it up to you on time. Have a nice day sir.” she finally croaks back and without another word the line goes dead.

Letting out a sigh Marius almost jumps out of his skin when he feels a vibration against his chest. Digging at the source of the sensation he lets out a shuddering breath to calm his nerves. 'I keep forgetting this damn thing is here' He growls slightly as his pocket seem almost unwilling to let the little electronic device go but eventually it slides out smoothly into his palm. The device itself is almost as big as his hand, but not one for small screens he slides out the retractable cord attached to the bottom and plugs it into his computer to check the incoming message. It takes a few seconds to connect, then with a light ping the message opens up on his screen automatically. His eyes trail carefully over the little windows popping up in front of him, each one with different kinds of information on one Will Barnett. Picking up his large stylus he touches each little box in turn, enlarging to read then minimizing them until at last he comes to the last box. In it is the picture he submitted for the online application. For a long while he simply stares, the information he read on the man running through his mind, falling together in his picture like a master game of Tetris. Finally a smile finds it's way to his face and with a nod he clicks the large green “Approved” button at the bottom of the screen. This causes all of the boxes to shoot off the screen as his reply flies back to Sylus in his dim little room below.

The Last Straw ~ PopeAlessandros x Foxtrot

Will is so adorkable. ANd he's a magician! He managed to get to his feet twice without having to sit down the second time he stood!

Cruel Hand, Kind Heart ~ PopeAlessandros x Foxtrot

A faint creek on the step brings the demon's actions to a halt. His head turns quickly to the side while his fingers dart out to turn off the tap. The telltale pad of small bare feet on wood makes his smile drop. 'Oh great, they have at least one kid, and he's about to head right into the mess int eh living room I bet' Carfully rubbing off the last little bit of the crimson liquid he throws the rag back into the sink and slinks silently towards the stairs. 'Maybe if I just do it quickly and leave, not stop to look at it. . .' He shakes his head. Children feel different when killed. Their flesh is always softer, their bones more easily broken. He can tell by the sound of the footsteps and the voice that it's a small one too, not one very likely to fight back. 'The younger they are, the more they seem to just give in' Coming to the edge of the stairs he braces himself before glancing around the corner.

"Mommy, wake up.. You shouldn't sleep on the floor. You'll get ill..."

The scene that greets his eyes is a common one. He can not see the boy's face from his angle but the way he moves, the confusion in his voice. All of it is familiar in a way he really wishes it wasn't. 'Why did they have to have a brat. I'm tired of these jobs where they don't tell me about the whole picture!' He bares his fangs in frustration for a moment but as the child’s voice grows more and more desperate he knows he has to do something before he tarts screaming or tries to run to a neighbor. 'That's all I need right now. I barely get work as it is. A slip-up is enough to lose me not only my job, but my ability to keep my relatives away. As long as I do my job, they'll leave me alone, but if I lose it, there'll be hell to pay, and in this family, that is quite literal'

Slowly he moves out from hiding behind the corner of the wall beside the stairs and begins approaching the sobbing child silently. He moves to the side so he can stay out of sight as the boy looks between his slain parents. His breathing slows, not wanting to catch it's attention before he's close enough to grab it should the child try to flee.

"Wake up.. I can't sleep. You have to put me to sleep."

In his mind he could hear his elder sisters response to the distraught child's plea. '“Don't worry little boy, I'll put you to sleep. . .” is the kind of thing she'd say at a time like this, taking off the kid's head as soon as he looks at her. She really seems to love tormenting her targets, even if she's not being paid for the extra bodies. It's really not my style though. I may be a demon, but hey, I'm not evil' The panic seems to finally build to a breaking point and he can hear the child's voice becoming choked. He crouches down slowly and takes a short breath. 'Might as well get this over with. I can at least try and let it die in peace' Licking his lips he sighs softly. “They aren't sleeping little one.” he murmurs, ready to grab the pajama clad munchkin should he try and flee.

When the Roar Falls ~ PopeAlessandros x Raafling

Hey, that wouldn't be fore an Anime convention would it? If so, I think one of my other partners is going to the same one and you should contact her. Her name is AkiBlue. I think it would be neat for you guys if you could meet IRL, and no small amount of entertaining for me :P