PopeAlessandros

This, That, and The Other Thing ~ PopeAlessandros x Jiskastya

Whoever said they need to look like humans? :P I'll fill out Tahaan's sheet tomorrow and point out the spots I was talking about earlier. As for what I'm looking for, just a start. Something to look at. You'll see what I mean. I need some sleeps now, I went to bed way late last night and I can't do that again. Work tomorrow and now my sleep schedule is all messed up :P Damn you intronet! *Grin* Anyways, don't worry. Things will work out, I'm sure.

This, That, and The Other Thing ~ PopeAlessandros x Jiskastya

I see their physical manifestations as more of what they bring themselves together to be, as the things given birth to by the something, they would at the very first be nothing more than, yes, undefined masses of energy, but by the cue set in the initial idea the RP itself would start a little time after that, once they attain a kind of physical form. I do not see this original form as their most common form, but by looking through their eyes you can see in their hearts what form they will come to love most. At this point, all the sheet needs is some base information, the physical appearance their first amorphis shape at first, but as you discover more about your character you can fill in his most prized forms. In other words, for now, the sheet for you will be a little blank, but as we play you will be able to add more it to help me along to seeing just what your guy looks like in his most prized form.

As for consciousnesses, yea, it would be, but I don't see us even being able to call them characters without that. That, sounds kinda narrow I know, but without consciousnesses, there is no thought, and without that, there is no creation. So, yeah, we start the RP after they grow thier metaphorical brains I'd say.

The Rebel Vampire

Running his tongue over his lips to wet them, they having dried in anticipation, Alexi hums softly to himself as he pushes the door to his room open. His eyes immediately find those of the vampires and he smiles softly as he closes the door behind him, the wine bottle and glass grasped in one hand. At a distance he doesn't really notice the vampire's distressed state, and as he sets the bottle and glass down beside his wardrobe the clicks his tongue. “Now now, I told you to watch the language.” Pulling open the door he shucks off his finery and pulls on a nice par of deep red silk pajama pants. The feel of the fabric on his legs and the like makes him shiver in enjoyment.

'Love this feeling, so slick' Stepping back he closes the doors and scoops up his clothing, dumping them in a chute beside it. The chute looks a lot like an old wicker hamper on the outside made of some sort of red colored reeds, but inside it is much like Mois's laundry chute and it takes his clothes strait to the laundry room. Picking up the glass and bottle once more he wanders closer to the vampire, still well out of reach, and looks him over carefully. 'He looks rather uncomfortable. I should have Joseph help him change into something less sweaty tomorrow' There are special clothes made for vampires who are in the midst of breaking, and Alexi decides to order some nice tasteful stuff in the morning. His smile stays in place as he climbs on his bed and settles against the headboard. The slave had pulled the cork for him so with a sigh he pours himself a nice glass of the fruity red wine before setting the bottle aside. Unsure of just what to say to the bound creature Alexi sits quietly, sipping his wine, waiting for the other to speak first.

This, That, and The Other Thing ~ PopeAlessandros x Jiskastya

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. . . . . .Character sheets and you not knowing what to put into one for this RP. I told you about how my mind works with characters, and that's when you got mad.

Tahaan says hi by the way. *Smile*

A Bloody Murder

Standing in the doorway for a few seconds, Rei decides to give the animals a break and moves a little further away. Still close enough to be in the bard in two seconds flat at any sign of trouble he hops atop a small pile of hay bales set up against the stable. 'I've always wondered why animals do not like me. I mean, most of my race are really close. I have tried asking before but I'm never welcome around those fae who keep animals, and no one else seems to have an idea on the matter' He turns his eyes to the brightening sky overhead and hums a little. 'I wonder if he will acquiesce to my request. Perhaps he can not? I'm not sure about royalty and stuff like this' Feeling the prince moving closer to the stable door he slides off the bales, the leather pants keeping the hard dead foliage from poking him, and lands with a tap beside the stacks.

'I guess that is one advantage of these clothing, but then again, the pokes do not hurt all that much' His thoughts trail off as he leans back against the bales, waiting for the prince to appear. Once he comes into sight Rei stops his wondering, tilting his head to the side slightly as he listens to what the man has to say. His head tilts to the other side at the question, then shakes slowly. However before the prince can say anything he brings up a hand. “I will be alright. Since she is not afraid of me I am sure we will understand one another.” He blinks a slow blink, hoping the prince gets the hint so he doesn't have to say the word Magic aloud. In a slightly quieter voice he adds, glancing down to somewhere around the man's navel, “Besides, I have always been nice to animals.”

Behind the prince a couple of grooms bring out his stallion, it's tack gleaming in the pale light. They both hold one side of the now agitated beast's reins. “I don't understand.” One says tot he other past the dark one's head. “He's always been strong, but I've never seen him this jumpy.”

The one on the other side of the beast, the one with a clear view of the prince and his new “bodyguard”, points at them with his chin and murmurs, “He was fine until that child came into the stable.” They both glance over at the two of them before he goes on. “How can the prince seriously believe that that little thing can protect anyone? Let alone anyone taking him seriously as a bodyguard. I'm sure many will see him as a disgrace.” He keeps his voice low so that the prince can not hear him, but his companions shushes him anyways.

This, That, and The Other Thing ~ PopeAlessandros x Jiskastya

I have no problem continuing with you, and this idea. Like I said, I'm not mad, and I'm a patient person. I can understand a lot of where you, as you call it, irrationality, comes from, and all I can say is you are 10x better than most of the people I know IRL for the simple fact that you are willing to admit it. I have dealt with your fits, and you with mine, as well as one could expect, and as long as you are willing to put up with my random bouts of stubbornness, I don't see any problem dealing with your fluctuating level of "Issue" as I like to call it. :P

Of Steam and Souls

He watches with a smile as his host flutters about the room, obviously embarrassed that Tatsuki is helping him out. 'He's such a self sufficient young man, I bet this is some kind of intrusion. However I can not help but tease him a little. And honestly, I'm not sure he's not grateful for my little intrusions' “I have not doubt, Shigetoshi-kun, I just wanted to be helpful.” he murmurs when the young male comments on his unnecessary actions, but he continues cleaning up one the less. As he moves close to the sink with a few utensils in order to set them in the stack of dirty dishes Tatsuki slows at the young man's comment. It feels very out of place for the young innkeeper to say and for a few seconds he freezes, his face unreadable.

'Well, that was interesting. It sounds as if he's jealous. But, I can not see why. I have no intentions of becoming that close to those women, nor any other human for that matter. Maybe I should explain that. After all, I'm sure I could never get the hang of disconnecting my emotions from my partners the way my fellows do when they take mortal partners to bed' His eyebrow raises and he can feel the edges of panic in his voice as Shigetoshi begins stumbling over an apology. Tatsuki decides to help him out if he can and takes the last few steps up to the sink. Reaching out he places the handful of utensils in a tall container before bringing his other hand to rest on the small of Shigetoshi's back.

“It's alright Shigetoshi-kun, you don't have to apologize. Everyone's free to have their opinions and it takes a lot to offend me. Feel free to speak you mind, I promise not to get angry.” Sliding his hand off the other's back Tatsuki sets away and pulls his cleaning rag from his sleeve. “Just so you know, I do not take partners just-like-that, and anyways, I have much more fun with you than I'm sure I would have with those young ladies. It's no contest.” With a smile he goes back to cleaning the prep table, sweeping the small bits of food into his hand so he can dump them in the garbage later.

The Power of The Fallen ~ PopeAlessandros x AkiBlue

Kuro lay silently, unsure if he even had the strength to talk back anymore, but then once again the little mouse sends him into shock by defending him. The shock only lasts a few seconds, the other angel's commments the the little one's response to them making his motivations for speaking up very clear. However Kuro remains quiet as he watches the little brunet come closer and set to work wiping up the blood on the floor. 'Yes, yes, don't want to get your nice clean uniform dirty now do we? Would be such a shame for us to have matching outfits, what an embarrassment' He lets out a sigh as he watches another towel get placed on the ground, the angel kneeling down on it carefully.

He raises an eyebrow at the little 'come hither' motion and looks up at the child like he's lost his marbles. 'He's acting like I'm a scared little puppy hiding under a car' Despite his distastes for the idea, his stomach churning slightly, he curls back on to his side, bringing his body a little closer for inspection. 'That's right, get a good look at what your fellows are capable of. Kinda evil, don't you think?' The young demon knows that his thoughts are a little irrational and not very much like what he's normally thinking, but the last few weeks have been slowly turning his mind from a love of books, to a hatred for angels. However when the boy asks his name he doesn't hesitate, “Kurotama, it means black soul. . .Kuro for short, I don't like my full name. . .” At the sound of his voice the guards turn to look into the cell and Kuro is careful to keep his eyes on the little angel.

”Stay still please.”

Suppressing a laugh Kuro does as he's told, despite the fact that there isn't much moving he can do in his condition. At the first touch his body flinches, and each successive touch pulls another involuntary flinch from his body. So much pain has been had since even before his arrival that now each touch elicits a fear of pain response. The energy itself however feels warm, almost comforting, and Kuro closes his eyes to the feeling. 'Yeah, this is the life. A cute little mouse giving me the royal treatment. Ah, this must be heaven' Rolling his eyes at his own bad joke his eyes crack open as he feels the energy move lower. A little smile even tugs at his lips when he watches how carefully the angel avoids his only covering. 'You know, if the brutes weren't right outside, I could probably find it in me to tease him a little right now, but nah. . . .'

With him no longer loosing blood Kuro can feel a little of his strength return, and when told he's need to get his back bandaged he smirks and pushes himself up suddenly. The guards step up tot he door but with the last of his strength the demon turns so his back is facing the medi angel, crossing his legs so he can keep from falling over right away as his strength once again leave him. A pained hum sets up round his middle and despite being sitting now he leans forward almost like he's trying to fold in half. “If you need me sitting up little mouse you're going to have to do more than those soft little touches to get me upright.” He knows his phrasing could have been better, but with the angel in no danger he's fairly sure that the guards will not strike out this time.

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

Prepared best he can for the sickening swirl of colors Seishu relaxes so her can close his eyes, just waiting for the rushing to stop. Once on the other side he spies Hops rushing forward and is almost ready to bite his tongue over whatever the bunny has to say about his current state, but instead he feels a little shocked as a warm furry arm slips under his free arm and across his back , helping to keep the Nightmare Guardian vertical as Enasi helps him along. 'Wow Hops, didn't know you had it in you' Still in too much pain to act very rationally he growls low, keeping his lips shut as to not sap at anybody. As soon as they are away from the constant pounding of positive energy Seishu lets out a long breath, the reduction in pain clearing his head up a little.

As soon as they enter the room he's spent most of his stay in the Dream Realm in the long haired male looks to Enasi's waist, to where there is still a full set of syringes, and as they carefully help him into the bed he slips one of the pain killers out of the belt and hides it beneath his pillow. Enasi doesn't seem to notice and he's glad because moments later Harper calls him away and he's left alone with the small ball of droopy sadness that is Rue. Looking over to the teary eyed minion Seishu feels his anger building and contemplates taking his shot before addressing the fairy, but then those eyes turn to him and something inside him snaps.

“Are you trying to be the biggest moron in existence, or does it just come to you naturally?” His voice spears out like a lance, striking to the very heart of the little dream minion. The words make him hiccup, his body falling backwards to the very end of the bed as tears begin pouring out like all the world is weeping. Seishu does not raise his voice, but his words are pure venom. “Not only did you betray you lord's orders, broken his trust for all I know, you've put so many lives into danger I'm surprised that you're able to even think to look me, or Enasi in the eyes for the matter! Or did you have some kind of death wish? If so, come over here now, I'll oblige you!” His eyes glance over at the scar now donning the boy's arm and knows that it's time to stop, but his lips work faster than his brain sometimes.

“That last thing we needed at a time like this was a clash between the realms, and guess what, that's exactly what you arranged by being so absolutely foolish.” Rue slowly seems to break on the spot, unable to back away from Seishu because of the weakness in his limbs caused by one he admires so much tearing into him like snake venom, compounded by the fact that he was already crushed by his own guardian refusing to speak with him. “I saw all those injuries out there, and you are the cause of them. You Rue, you made them all hurt so much. I can still feel it from here. And let me guess, you think we should all forgive you just because you're cute and you didn't mean for it to happen? Is that it!?” Rue shakes his head, his entire body trembling as both hands ball into little fists, coming up to cover his mouth as more and more sobs find their way out.

The shear amount of sadness, pain, and self loathing coming from the little creature is enough to spark Seishu's self control and in one swift motion he pulls out the syringe, pulls the plastic cover off the needle, and sinks it into his arm. Slamming down the plunger he hisses with the pain of the shot, but after a few seconds he whips the glass across the room and watches as Rue jerks at the sound of it shattering. The calm is relatively slow in coming to Seishu, for he really is upset with the Little Bite, but when at last he looks up to the tear soaked minion his eyes have changed from those of a killer to the relaxed stare that Rue has grown to recognize.

Still wracked with sobs Rue stares at the guardian, and Seishu knows he has to do something. 'I also know I'm going to regret what I'm about to do next, but it'll be worth it in the end' Letting out a long breath he opens his arms carefully, a clear invitation to Rue, and the strength seems to come back to his limbs almost immediately as his hands fall to the bed and he crawls over to the guardian. So much is his pain right now that he doesn't think, crawling right over Seishu's injured legs so he can lay atop the guardian, his little face buried in the crook of Seishu's pale neck. The shot allows Seishu to keep his cool with the weight of Rue pressing into his sore front, and even allows him to wrap his arms around the small sobbing creature. Shushing his lightly he murmurs, “Hush now Little Bite. You know I would never kill you. You've made your mistake, and as far as I'm concerned you just paid for it. Thanks for sticking around my evil little self.” Rue's voice is too sore to reply properly but a light half laugh finds it's way out, his face still pressed firmly against the injured man, his little arms clutched between their bodies.

When the Roar Falls ~ PopeAlessandros x Raafling

Viltez nods at his guest, wandering over to take his cup so he can put it int the kitchen with the other supper dishes. 'He doesn't seem to have noticed anything, great. I'm glad. I was hoping that I wouldn't scare him off with my acting weird' He chuckles softly as he sets the dishes next to the others. 'Although, if my tail didn't scare him off I think I would be surprised if something like my being flustered scaring him off' turning back to his guest he motions to the hallway with a bright smile before leading the way down the short little distance to his bedroom door. Slipping inside to the modest little room, complete with bed, some shelves, a wind, and a small chest, Viltez wanders over to one of the shelves. Shifting through some clothes on the shelf he pulls out a large tunic made of soft materiel and lays it on the bed.

A littler nervous about what he's about to say Viltez looks at Aryx a little sheepishly. “Um, I'm not sure if you brought any with you, but here';s something to sleep in. Your clothes are a bit, well, filthy from your travels, and if you just leave them outside the door I'll be up really early tomorrow to do some of my own laundry and I can wash them for you. I, just just cleaned the sheets you see, and normally I don't think I'd have a problem with this, but as it is. . .” His voice trails off, his gaze wandering about the room, only looking to his guest every few seconds as he speaks. Finally he gives the man a little nod and slips out the door. “Anyways, goodnight. I hope the storm doesn't keep you up, and good dreams to you.” With that the young beast man wanders into the washroom to change into a spare tunic he'd nabbed from his shelf.

After washing off the best he can without taking a bath he slides on the comfy tunic and sips back into the hallway, leaving his dirty clothes in a wicker hamper inside the washroom. He spares a glance at the door to his room, but somehow feeling like his intruding on something he continues on to the living room and begins preparing the bench for his night of rest. When at last it's set up just the way he wants it he settles on to the now slightly more plushy surface and pulls a set of blankets over himself. 'Today was a good day Father. I met someone really amazing, and I hope that he'll stay as long as he can. He doesn't mind my tail Father. I didn't know there were humans like him. Why didn't you leave me with people like him?' Curing up a bit over the last thought Viltez soon falls asleep while the fire across the room slowly turns into bright red ember, then eventually dies completely.

The next morning as he said he would Viltez wakes even before the sun rises and with a long drawn out stretch and yawn he welcomes the day lazily. Flopping back against the bench very haphazardly after his stretch the young man smacks his lips and smiles ay the gray light coming through the window. 'I wonder if he's awake yet' Sliding off the bench he carefully folds all the blankets before piling them carefully on one end. Then, before he forgets he sets in to do the dishes. Once each one is set out on the drying rack he wanders towards the hall, peeking at the floor beside his bedroom door to see if his guest had left his clothes there like he'd asked.