PopeAlessandros

The Rebel Vampire

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The Rebel Vampire

Alexi watches quietly as Erik responds, his hand running slowly through his now shiny looking hair. 'Well, at least we agree on one thing. I wonder if there's anything else we can agree upon. We don't have all the time in the world to get to know each other, but I hope there is something we share that we can talk about. It's obvious that ending slavery doesn't seem to be it. He doesn't seem he will believe. . .' He raises an eyebrow at the comment about leaving the hard broken vampires but stays quiet to listen further. He doesn't want to interrupt, finding he enjoys listening to the unbeknownst to him relatively young vampire.

As he watches it looks as if he's just recalled something important and Alexi raises his head up a little higher. His smile converts to one of pride and with a little “Yoush” noise he pushes himself up. Slowly spinning his legs around so they are once more under him he crosses them snugly against him. “Hnn, yes, I do own the only company that manufactures slave control technology. The one and only. I am very good at tracking new companies trying to start up, and I either buy them out, or crush them.” Knowing the reference will be lost on him Alexi can not help but take the opportunity to hold up a fist and say dramatically, “There can be only one!” A moment later he hand falls and he chuckles. “Sorry, old movie I really like. A series actually. Anyways, what was I saying? Oh yes.”

Looking back to his captive with a strait face he blinks slowly. “Even if there are some small companies, which is entirely possible, it won't matter. Majority rules, no?” He tries not to sound superior but he's not sure if he succeeds. “You will be an oddity, no doubt about that. . .” His voice trails off as if he has more to say but instead he looks up at the canopy above his bed. “As for the hard broken, do not worry, they will not be left behind.” He looks to Erik with a soft smile. “But that will be you and yours' job. I won't be able to order them to do it, but I don't see you guys turning down the freeing of so many of your brethren.” hanging his legs over the edge of the bed he kicks them gently. “The solution isn't to tasty, but it works, I've had it proven and tested a dozen times.”

Alexi does not mind telling his new little pet about the solution, or potion of you will, that he had developed “for fun” in one of his smaller development labs. Most of his workers know he's a little off, and didn't think much of it. They still don't, and with only about a dozen doses they don't see Alexi really doing anything with them. He'd taken them home with him weeks ago, having them make a copy of the formula for him. The formula is well hidden, but that too will one day be added tot he box. “Yes, rest assured, they will not be left behind. . . .” Again his voice trails off, but this time it's for a very different reason. His thoughts wander to his mentor, most likely preparing his dinner for the evening before ringing the bell in his room to signal that it's ready. 'He's so attentive and loving, I wonder if he'll change? A few of the test subjects were very young, and those were uncontrollable and vicious before being broken, and after. . .They went right back. Joseph says he was once a killer, but he's been broken for so long, maybe he'll be like the older ones. . .' His mind drifts about and it is obvious by his face that he is lost in thought.

The Rebel Vampire

Yer next. I do them in the order they come in and your was last.

Who Will Break? ~ PopeAlessandros x Raafling

Kiel chuckles lightly as he watches Zach reveling in the smell of the little cake. Fork still sitting in his mouth he pauses for a but just to watch. 'Not wanting to be treated as a kid, and yet he eats that thing with all the passion of a five year old having been told to “Dive in” to their favorite food. It's so cute!' He hums lightly, returning to munching on his own little portion, the while while watching his guest. 'It's almost like he's making love to the cake. . .' He flushes slightly at the filthiness of his own mind, coming up with such an analogy out of the blue. He pauses, the tip of the fork once more griped by his teeth as he does a quick prayer.

The flush however does not fade by the time Zach is finished eating. As their eyes meet his blush seems to darken at the sight of Zach's and with a slight cough he pulls his fork out and hands over his cake. “I noticed, no worries, here, there's a couple bites left.” His voice sounds a little distant and as he leaves the cake with his guest he wanders towards his room, scooping up he collar as he passes it. 'I need to pray' is all he can think as he falls to his knees beside his bed.

'Dear lord, please help to guide your young follower as his heart begins to stray from you path. May you blessed light keep him from filling his head with the sins of the world, letting them influence his daily life in all that he does. Forgive him for what trespasses he may have against you as his young heart seek to heal a broken soul. Father, in your grace, my he dwell always' After his prayer Kiel feels himself relaxing, his thoughts from earlier no longer bothering him all that much. Carefully closing his door he changes quickly into his night gown before returning to the front room with a smile. Looking to his guest with a smile he points at the trash bin. “If you're done you can just throw away the containers. I'm going to return all the dishes now.”

Looking towards the windows at the falling darkness he murmurs, “If you want to see the garden again before bed I suggest you do it now, we'll lose the light soon.” With that he throws on a overcoat, scoops up all the church's dishes, and makes his way outside. It doesn't take him long to make his delivery, a few utensils thrown his way for showing up in his nightgown, but other than that the operation goes smoothly. Stepping back outside he pauses. The fresh evening air is too tempting and for a time he just stands there, breathing it in.

The Power of The Fallen ~ PopeAlessandros x AkiBlue

A slow smile spreads across his lips, the sound or soft footsteps heading for his cell letting him know his earlier question is being answered. The door slides open, the fast pace of the footfalls making his smile even wider. However when he's finally addressed his need to tease overrides his rational mind. Opening his eyes he looks up into the angels eyes with a falsely earnest look of sorrow. His hand comes up to rest over his chest where his heart would be. “Here. You left me so suddenly, for so long, my heart couldn't take it! It ripped right out of my chest, and was locked away so it could never be hurt again!” His overly dramatic words are accompanied by his free hand coming up to his forehead like some old fashioned stage actress.

He chuckles moments later, the motion of it sending sharp stabbing pains through him from his raw back. The chuckle turns into a cough and a small bit of blood escapes his mouth, seeping down across his cheek to join the puddle on the floor. The pool is still mostly underneath him, so he's not surprised that the angel didn't seem to see it, but as he looks up at the Little Mouse's earnest face he lets out a sigh, dropping the arm from his head. “You may want to try where the blood is. . .” he murmurs, watching his hands work over the bandages across his chest. With a faint sigh he stretches his arm across his chest, his bloody shoulder now much easier to see. Unable to roll himself properly at the moment he glances over his shoulder. “Halp?” He tries to keep his tone casual and light, wondering why the boy doesn't seem as bothered today to be close to him.

When he finally manages to get over on to his stomach with the angel's help he lets out a grunt. While he works Kuro flinches, twitching, his body one more responding fearfully to the perceived threat that physical contact poses. Not wanting to spend this session in silence again other that the muttering from the angel about “sorry” and “It's going to be okay”, Kuro decides on today’s opening conversation. Taking a steadying breath he murmurs soft enough for the guards not to hear, but loud enough for Aoba, “It's true about the heart thing you know.” He turns his head so he can see the angel, his arms crossing beneath his head. “Most demons either destroy them, or leave them be, not giving them any thought. However father wanted to protect his family from the horrors of falling in love, so when each of his children reach the majority he removes them and locks them away in a safe place.” Looking towards the wall he adds, “One of my sisters asked for her back once, and father set her up on an unbeatable challenge to earn it back.” His gaze returns to Aoba. “She's still out there Little Mouse, trying to do the impossible for that thing. . . .”

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

Laying there is silence Seishu doesn't allow himself to think. He lets the pain wash over him, ripping at any thought that happens across it's path. When it doesn't quite feel like enough he brings his abused finger up to his mouth and bites down on a knuckle. Luckily it doesn't take long for Rue to returns, giving him another distraction. “I'm back Mister Seishu, and Crios will be here soon!” Fluttering in a little closer he notices the low level of energy around the guardian and stays well out of reach. He continues to try and comfort Seishu, and after a few seconds his finger comes out from between his teeth, leaving a small trace of blood behind on his lips. Rue whimpers, the lack of a response from Seishu worrying him more than anything else.

A few seconds later Crios comes in, hurrying to his patient's side. Even down the hall he'd overheard the almost pleading cries of the little fairy, trying desperately to get a response out of the wounded man. However after setting down his kit Crios freezes at the sight if the tears. 'Rue said he was crying, but somehow seeing it. All the times he's cried before he's hidden it from view, or he was only around Lord Enasi' Swallowing he looks up at Seishu's eyes, jumping as he realizes the guardian's staring at him.

Before he can say anything however he whispers softly, “Don't wanna talk 'bout it.” His tone sounds very childish and pouty, but Crios knows better. With a nod he instead administers Seishu's first dose for the day in silence. Rue settles at his side moments later, a little hand snaking out to hold Seishu's shoulder. He too takes the guardian's words very seriously, but in his eyes he's still dying to know what's wrong.

Seishu lets out a long sigh, closing his eyes as Crios begins working on him. “Looking a lot better today, though I think we're on to the yellow stage. So maybe looking isn't the right word for it. You're healing, let's just leave it at that.” Crios begins talking softly, chattering on about this and that, about treatments he plans on trying, about similar injuries he's treated, about how Seishu should stop doing this to himself. However despite his best efforts, Seishu doesn't say another word.

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The war is dark, Gin sitting alone at the Dread Slayer's bedside as patiently as possible. She had been awake for a few minutes a while ago, however she passed out a few seconds later. Gin had been told she awoke, and in his haste didn't ask if she still was. However he doesn't have to wait long, a few sharp breaths from her letting him know she's coming around. He sat with his elbows on his knees, his fingers laced together and pressed against his moth, keeping his expression half hidden.

As soon as her eyes open she spots him and tries to rise. A raised eyebrow is all she needs to see to get her to settle back down. Without prompting she begins giving her report through the pain. “I was hunting in java sector and located a lone minion on the streets. He was weak, and obviously feeling very out of place, a perfect target. However I failed to take into account his speed. He managed to escape into a dream, his speed the fastest I've ever seen, and I entered a while after him. I knew if I could get a clear shot, but for some reason he didn't start altering the dream at all, not even to hive himself better.” She coughs harshly, a bit of blood trickling down from the corner of her mouth.

She heaves a few breaths before plowing on. “I was closing in on it though, when I was interrupted by. . .” She hesitates for only a split second but it is enough to make Gin's eyebrow twitch. “Seishu. He charged into the dream, all bluster, no bite. He was there for the minion. It tried to flee to him, but I caught it. He. . . Got angry, throwing a bolt at me, but I dodged easily, then he started talking. I got so angry, and he was distracted for an instant when something else entered the dream. I managed to hit him full force with a powerful strike, but it didn't kill him.” She hesitates again, watching Gin nervously as he begins to glow in anger. “The thing that entered, was the other guardian, the Dream Guardian Enasi. Two little nightmare minions dragged Seishu out of the dream, I couldn't stop them, nor did I recognize them. I had my eyes on the Guardian.”

As this she nearly turns her eyes away, the rest of the story a blow to her ego to say the least. “I. . . Didn't even get a shot off at the guardian. He bound my arm in his foul energy and it was all I could do to remove it and return here to report to you Sire.” His voice trails off and she waits for her judgment. Gin however stays silent for a very long time, his eyes boring hole in her with their intensity.

We'll take the low road.

No, not mocking him, just not meaning his words as they were said.The feeling I got from the words was falsely supportive, like telling a little kid that the purple apple they drew is perfect, y'know?

I thought you might take issue with it, sorry. You put in the post that Illiendi didn't really approve of the way he handled it, so it may have been my own knowledge of that that gave his words that feeling. I remember us talking about Amano being different from most humans, not being so much in his thrall, so I did it that way.

When the Roar Falls ~ PopeAlessandros x Raafling

His body jumps ever so slightly when Aryx calls his silly habit a ritual. “No, um, I don't mind. . .” H he mumbles, caught off guard by the odd realization that the man may be right. 'Is it really a ritual? I mean, I do it every possible time I can, and it doesn't feel right if I don't. But that's just weird. No on else does it, and it's not like I'm part of one of those religious sects' His head hangs a little bit as he thinks. A light breeze causes his clothes to flutter once again and he unconsciously tightens his grip over his waist. “I've, never thought of it as a ritual, really. It's just something I do, it feels right.” Looking towards the town he tries to imagine what the others would think of his morning habit. The many faces laughing good naturedly, the chuckling over his foolishness. He's not sure if anyone would out right have anything to say about it, but he does know that they would all laugh about it.

Without another word he walks out to check the clothes again. It's more a nervous action than an actual curiosity over whether or not they are actually dry. 'Maybe it's that half of me. The beastman half. I could be a part of my heritage. Maybe I'm closer to nature than I thought' He tries hard to remember if he did it before coming to this little town, but his memories of that time are hazy at best. 'I can not remember even a single sunrise with my father' The thought stops him, frozen in the middle of the last article of clothing.

After several seconds his hands fall to his sides and he looks strait up into the sky. Forcing his arms away from his body he spreads them out wide and takes a long deep breathing. The breeze picks up again but this time he just lets it wash over him for a few seconds before his arms fall once more to the hem of his shirt. Wandering back over to the house he props himself up again and smiles over at Aryx. “I guess it is a ritual. I never thought of it like that, but you're right, it is.” His eyes fall to the ground and he adds, “I don't know when I started to do it, or why, but it is what it is.” Looking back to his guest he has an apologetic look on his face, but he looks a lot more relaxed now. “Sorry about all that, I was just, caught off guard by the concept. I'm a simple kind of guy and to think something like that actually is as important to me as I now realize it is was a shock.” His smile widens and he tilts his head tot he side. “Thanks for pointing it out for me, Mister Aryx.” The wind fans his hair as he thanks his guest softly.

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

Right, they just are kinda opposite like energy or magnetics. You could think of one of our characters having more push, and the other pull. We can figure that out later, ne?

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

~“Nine. . . . .Ten!” Half way through his count Seishu had felt a little pill on his hand and he could not help smiling at the time.

Way to let me know where you are.

Silly Enasi.

His count complete now, the Nightmare Guardian begins moving slowly through the foliage at the base of the tree. In between each tree and the undergrowth around them the space is fairly wide. The open space makes travel rather easy and for a while Seishu runs towards Enasi on foot.

The wolf is going to get you.

I wonder if you'll mind.

Shaking off the thought the long haired male launches himself up into the nearest tree. Moving at speed he makes his way to the lowest branch and runs along it's length. As soon as he reaches near the end he launches himself like a squirrel across the space to a branch on the next tree.

He's not too far now.

Sure enough, after a few more trees he catches sight of a little red head tucked beneath a bush.

Found you.

All around the fairy lights continue to dance, the breeze rustling the leaves masking Seishu's movements. Crawling carefully along he manages to get to the tree nearest to the Dream Guardian without being spotted. His muscles relax as he takes a moment to simply look at the male. His hair ruffles in the breeze, his clothing clinging to him here and there as he tries to remain hidden.

'He recognized the game at least.

You look beautiful down there like that.

But you are about to look even more so.

Waiting for the wind to pick up again he shifts and at the perfect moment he drops down from the tree. Gently he tackles the hidden guardian, rolling them around until he sits astride the other at his waist, his arms pinned to either side of his head by Seishu's. He stares down at his prize, his gaze very much like that of a hungry wolf's. “Found you. . .” he murmur softly. The gleam in his eye sharpens as his eyes narrow. His body moves gently over Enasi's, shifting lower as he leans down towards the other's face. At the last moment he aims lower and with a light growl he take hold of the front of Enasi's throat with his teeth. Careful to keep his fangs from actually harming the trapped guardian his tongue snakes out to lick gently across the hollow column of his throat before he sits up, releasing his prize.

One hand comes up and he rubs a thumb across the bottom of his lips before licking it gently like he's cleaning it. “Consider yourself eaten. You turn!” he chirps out jovially and bounces up. Not wanting to really stick around for the fallout after his little indulgence he immediately bolts. Careful to not go too far he picks a tree and climbs up to the bottom edge of the canopy.

At the right angle he should be able to see me, but I will most definitely be able to see him coming.

His head hangs a little, a faint touch of despair fleeting through him.

I wonder if he's mad.

I suppose it's better than never having anything.

Even if he ends up hating me for it.

Letting out a long sigh the despair vanishes and his head returns to the game at hand.~