PopeAlessandros

The Rebel Vampire

I'm imagining that Alexi had his own batch made special from the old recipe, having Joseph get the mass produced stuff to throw him off. I'm glad you like the idea :P

Well, the result. . .For now just focus on how it will make Erik feel. Since Alexi will be supporting his will rather than repressing it, as well as Alexi basically sharing his soul with nothing in return, it would come across as a rather pleasant thing, if very confusing. I see a soul share, with the original recipe, sharing not only feelings, but memories maybe. Not the exact happenings, but those little snippets of times in Alexi's life where he felt his strongest passions. Alexi would be sharing the kindest parts of himself with Erik, you're free to come up with your own interpretation of how that feels to Erik. He's not forcing Erik to love and admire Alexi, he's simply showing Erik how he feels about the vampire and his cause. Rather than forcing his feelings to change towards Alexi, he's simply showing Erik his feelings, and letting Erik decide what to do with them.

I can see Erik not believing them at first, just like he doesn't believe Alexi's words, but by the third dose it would be clear that the feelings are not a lie. The result. . . Again, that road leads to the big plan, and you told me not to tell you :P

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As you will. Joseph is yours after all. Maybe Joseph tortured a member of Alexi's own ancestry and that's why the great great whatever decided to break Joseph in the first place, sharing all the suffering and pain from having a loved one tortured by the vampire.

The Power of The Fallen ~ PopeAlessandros x AkiBlue

When he feels the angel approaching Kuro sits up. His head swivels around a bit, wondering just how to greet the youngster. 'Maybe I should let him make the first move. I hate working at another's pace, but he's not like the others. His pace is nice and slow, like mine. Yeah, I'll just sit here like a lump' Decision made Kuro leans forward a bit, propping his elbows on his knees, lacing his fingers together, he presses his upper lip to the fingers and waits quietly. When the young angel enters and tenses at the sight of him, Kuro can feel the tension in the air.

'Should I do something? Should I wait?' He turns his head ever so slightly so he can see Aoba. 'He's relaxing, that's good, I guess. . .' His eyes catch sight once again of the small collection of injuries and he has to fight not to just begin doctoring the little mouse. 'If they are not treated soon and well, they will scar. I know I can live with my scars, but he's always been so innocent and pure, I think such things would do nothing but distress him' He doesn't react to the boy hiding the wounds, instead just watching quietly for Aoba to tell him what he wants.

However moments later his stomach drops a bit as Aoba asks to use the kit. 'I guess he's made his decision about who he wants treating him' Without a word he stands and moves towards the door. As he passes Aoba he stops. “If you don't want to scar, come see me later.” Glancing down he takes one of the angel's hands in his own, looking at the little splinters still left under the skin. “Careful pulling these out, but don't miss any. These can get infected.” His bit said Kuro drops the boy's hand and walks back outside. He stops on the porch, looking around the area carefully. 'Let's see if he'll change his mind. If I walk off now, he'll most likely let me go, but if I stick close, he may ask for my help. . .' Sure that it's a long shot, Kuro lets out a sigh and looks once more to where the attack was, a light growl on his lips at the memory.

The Rebel Vampire

History: The breaking process was originally invented by Vampires themselves, but not as a slavery tool, or a tool at all. The magic was a secret known only to a very few vampires who wanted a way to bind themselves to the ones they loved in a way no other creature could. A kind of bonding that makes love look like simple affection. When two beings loved one another so much, these vampires would create a batch of the special potion and over the course of the week, the two beings would become essentially of one heart. In other words, it was the ultimate blending of souls.

However after the upheaval the ones who invented the potion were killed and the recipe stolen by humans. At first they had not idea what they had, but after finding some old notes, a particularly sadistic scientist figured out how it works and how to use it to the human's advantage. By administering it to vampires with a human's blood, only the feelings and wills of that human would be shared, and rather than becoming one in a loving sense, the anger, hatred, and lust to dominate would break the will of the vampire and forever put that creature under their thumb.

The recipe itself remains unchanged, as well as the manner of delivery, but since one only hard breaks a slave for one reason, there has never been any other results than a being with a broken will and subservient attitude. The crushing weight of the human's loathing would overrun the non-human and create the perfect slave.

However, as I have said, in this case, Alexi has nothing but love and admiration for the rebel leader, his passion for freeing the slaves on par with Eriks. Since the potion was kept such a secret, even the ones having used it not really knowing what was happening all that well, the legends about the soul sharing potion has never been linked to, as you put it, the Resistance horror story breaking.

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Yes to what happened to Joseph. As far as the first part goes. I leave it up to you whether you want it to be linked to his self loathing. I can see it being the reason, but again, it's up to you. I can see it the other way too, as a choice made by a shamed vampire who tortured the innocent. If that's what you want, so shall it be. He's your character after all. *Smile*

So, what cha think?

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

The energy is what they came from, I see it as a mass of indescribable something or another that for now is the source of the threads, but that does not actually interact with the threads beyond their creation. So, the threads are made of the energy, but they are more inert and moldable than the energy itself, making them far more easy to work with than our beings trying to use the battling mass directly. That is, if you approve of the idea.

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

Harper chews his lips a little, not quite satisfied with his lord's decision. 'He's becoming more and more protective of Night, and if he's here much longer, I'm not sure we'll be able to get him home before either this realm collapses, from harboring it's opposite for so long, or that foul creatures that attacked Night to begin with succeeds with his quest and the both of them. . .' He refuses to finish the thought, shaking his head slightly. 'No, we will get through this. I have faith in Lord Enasi. He just needs, a little nudge' “Lord Enasi, I know he's in no real condition to take back his realm right now, but now that we have our team, I was thinking. . Maybe Crios could provide some supplement boosters and the lot of you could go back to earth for more negative energy. I know the power of the siblings, Rasha is not a dream to be reckoned with in when it comes to Night, and with you there, things should be fine.” Harper holds his breath, praying he has not over stepped his bounds.

At the end of the hall the siblings pause, peeking around the corner. They had spent the last few hours shoring up energy and communing before taking a trip to the hospital wing to check on their fellow fighters. Hearing that they had just missed Lord Enasi and how he almost left without finishing one of his funny stories, the green pair had concluded that he must have been rushing off to Seishu's room. So, feeling that things must have come to some sort of conclusion by now, they set off for Seishu's room too. However when they reached the last turn Finn had thrown out an arm, feeling more than hearing the Dream Guardian and his head general in the hallway.

Starla and Finn both peek around the corner carefully. They don't really want to eavesdrop, but they can't quite work of the courage to interrupt the meeting. The tenseness coming from the general is obvious and if it's really something that has him in a bind, neither of them are willing to interfere. They do however look to one another with a smile as Harper puts forward his vote of confidence about their skills, but they go back to watching silently when Harper stops talking. Both are very curious how their lord will reply.

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Seishu watches the two leave with a raised eyebrow but does not interfere. Rasha is too wrapped up in the bliss of being petted by the white haired male to take part in the conversation Inui starts with Rue and his idol. With slightly fearful but hopeful eyes Inui asks Seishu where he will be staying in the Nightmare Realm. Seishu smiles and ruffles his hair with the hand that was til recently being licked by Rasha. “You will stay in the palace. Having not been raised in the realm it would be every unsafe outside the walls, but eventually with Kaila and I's help you will be able to explore on your own, and if you wish it, pick out a place to live outside the walls.” As he watches Inui struggling with his inner turmoil over finding out all these new things about his existence Seishu sighs softly.

“While you will be safe there, you will also have to keep in mind that it's a lot rougher over there. I wasn't joking earlier when I said I'm use to my minions fighting over my attention, and I do indeed find it amusing.” Inui looks a little spooked at the admission, but Seishu has to finish. “If I go soft on you, that will ruin the command structure, and then you really will be unsafe. So, I will be as kind to you as I am my other minions, but I have no intention of treating you any more special than any other of my little guys.” Inui still looks frightened but he nods none the less.

“You really like your minions fighting?” He whispers ever so softly. However, Rue puts forward his idea on the matter before Seishu can respond.

“I think it more has to do with what they are fighting for, and how well they do it.” Seishu stays silent, the kid not off the mark yet. “See, in the Nightmare Realm, fighting is an important outlet of pent up emotions, like public parties are here. And by fighting, Seishu gets to see how well their training is going, and since they have to be so creative with their nightmare duties, the fights may be brutal, but because he loves them all sooo much, no one is really in that much danger, and they often times use their nightmare skills in fights rather than physically attacking each other. Or so Mister Seishu has told me.” He gives the guardian a smile. “Since he's the leader there, Mister Seishu too likes fighting personally, so the display is entertaining, and because they are fighting over him, he feels loved. . .” Rues words tail off as if he's said something wrong.

This sudden silence catches Rasha's attention and his purring dies down as he looks up at the stricken looking minion. 'What's all this about now? I mean, I didn't know nightmare denizens could love, but maybe that's why he's so sad looking now. Because My Lord Seishu isn't really loved in his own realm. . .' Rasha mewls at the thought, cuddling closer to Seishu as Inui hugs the guardian's arm.

Seishu isn't upset over Rue's words, and honestly, if the fairy minion hadn't puttered off like that he may not have even thought about the words all that hard. However as the look of sympathy grows Seishu hushes Rue and murmurs, “None of that now. If I wasn't as loved by them as I am, the resistance would have failed by now. Have plenty of love Little Bite. . .” Rue nods and settles against his other arm. Knowing that Seishu needs to rest the minions fall silent as the renewed purr from Rasha lulls them gently.

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

Tahaan is too excited to sit still long, so out of respect for it's counterpart it leaves Aysus alone for a while and begins exploring. Everything around it has changed and as it moves, it's spacial sense changes. No longer does it feel that there is infinity around it. There still is, the space never ending, but the brightness and the dimness make it seem a bit more limiting. As it moves away from the brightness Tahaan notices even more dimness, the gray turning to black as eventually the brightness is so far away it no longer sheds any of itself on Tahaan's writhing form.

Turning, it can still see the light, there being nothing to keep it from doing so, but it's body is now as black as the dimness they created and it becomes almost indistinguishable from what they created. The only part of it that breaks through to reveal it is not simply another part of brightness's opposition are the faint sparkles of positive energy that flash here and there in it's mass.

~I am. . .Me. I am Tahaan. The dim may look like me, but it is not me.~

Tahaan took to talking to itself long ago when it noticed that Aysus liked to be still and was more solitary than itself. The talking helped it to think better, and as it learned more and more about the space around it, the words began to take new meanings. For they are not really words, not as most would understand them. No, the 'speech' of the beings is far more loose and wide than the simple thing that is the vibrations of sound. Being that there is no sound where they are, the idea of things being different is something that comes slowly to Tahaan, but after years of 'speaking' to itself, it's wandering mind continues it's journey as it moves towards the energy that made it.

The threads all around writhe and coil at it's passing, and a few times it reaches out to play with them. However the newness of a the things they made weighs heavily on it. More heavily than anything else ever has. Even that time Aysus and it discovered they even could communicate with one another in some other way besides wriggling around.

~At least then, the place around us didn't change. We were still the same, in the same place. Communication was a discovery, not a change in everything.~

The energy pulsates, crashing against and pulling away from in an endless, almost monotonous motion. Tahaan watches it for a short time, as it often does when confused or in need of something to look at other than the threads. However soon that too becomes boring and it begins making it's way back towards the brightness. As it tumbles along it passes a close knit mass of threads and pauses.

The dimness falls across them as Tahaan passes between the two things and it begins to wonder, getting an idea. Moving closer to the brightness it stays on the opposite side of it from Aysus so it can stay alone if it wants to, and slowly it brings the threads together side by side. The weaving is not something it's use to, but after watching Aysus do it a few times making it's beautiful intricate webs it likes sitting on, eventually it gets a nice near solid weave of threads to work with.

Passing between the threads and the brightness it once more casts the dimness on to them but this time it can distinguish it's shape against the threads. Each move it makes changes the shape of the dimness. With some excited bouncing it begins changing it different mass formations, the game being rather fun to see what the dimness will look like. Tahaan can never actually see all of itself at any given time, so the ability to at least get the basic idea of it's form fascinates the being for some time.

The Power of The Fallen ~ PopeAlessandros x AkiBlue

A small smile curls Kuro's lips as Aoba bid him come down from the roof. However instead of complying right away like he wants to he lay there for a couple minutes in quiet contemplation. 'The Little Mouse looks a bit banged up. I know he's a medic, but I double he can get very far having been stripped. . .' Kuro glances to the side as Aoba wanders off towards the barn. The demon had made triple sure that is was covered the night before so he feels safe as he slips slowly from the roof and drops down in front of the porch steps. He casts a glance at the vanishing angel before darting inside to look for something he's sure the fallen angel must have been provided.

'Bathroom, bathroom, which door is the bathroom. . . Not that there are many to choose from.' His ears catch the sound of fluttering wings and a distressed cry, but a glance out the nearest window confirms no nefarious beings in the vicinity. 'Prolly just spooked by a squirrel or some other small rodent' he muses as he reaches the top of the stairs. 'I can tell he still doesn't want me around per se, but at least I don't have to find out about that sun burn thing. . .' With a little 'hah' he pushes the door to the bathroom open and wanders over to the sinks. Above the sink is a medicine cabinet with a mirror as the door. Pulling it open he smiles wide. “Bingo. . .”

Snagging the fair sized first aid kit Kuro smiles as he makes his way downstairs. 'This will work just fine I think. If not, I'm sure my own healing won't be all that great, but I can at least bring down the bruising' Demons are not ones for pretty healing, and Kuro does not have much experience in healing at all, but after spending a life being bullied by anyone and everyone, he's pick up a few skills in the field of magical healing. 'All that aside, other than field testing, I have the mental equivalence of a whole slue of Ph. D from several different generations of medicine' Pulling open the kit he confirms the contents before stopping in the living room to think.

'He doesn't want me around. He's tolerating me because he fears for his life. Even after losing everything, he still want to live, what a will' Sidestepping over to the couch he takes a seat. 'He doesn't want me here, but he's willing to accept my help as long as it's to his benefit. Wow, he's going to fit is as a mortal here quicker than I thought' He lets out a sigh, setting the kit on the small coffee table. 'I am here to repay him, but I don't want to just serve as his protector. I. . .I want him to trust me, as he once did. . .' The realization hits him gently, not like the way most revelations hit a person. However it does leave him still for a while. Finally he lets out a long exhale through his nose and looks at the door. 'I'll wait here. He'll come back eventually and he can decide if he'll let me be the one doing the healing this time' Leaning back he rests against the couch, his eyes on the kit as he waits.

The Rebel Vampire

*Thinks about it* There is one thing I have to tell you before the first dose. I hope you like/agree to the idea :P This is only part of it all, but it may give a little bit away, but I think it will make for a more enjoyable RP if we can agree upon this. It all has to do with the origin of the Breaking Process. The concept is simple.(I'd like to save the big grand history for the RP itself, unless you really need to hear my reasoning now, then I'll have no choice but to spill :P)

Concept: There is a direct correlation between the feelings the the being doing the breaking has for the one being broken.

In this case: Alexi loves and admires Erik and the "breaking" would take less of a course towards submissiveness, but still bind Erik TO him.

So, yeah, if you like the concept, that's great, if you need more explenation, sure, and if you don't like it. . . .*Sad puppy eyes* Pleeeeaaasse!?!?!?!

Make Me Purr, or Roar. . . ~ PopeAlessandros x Crawkid

No problem :P So, that post of mine, long? Or reasonable? Or just what you were expecting out of me? :P ?

The Rebel Vampire

*Giggles* Well, after the last dose, he'll tell Erik, but by then. . . .And I see what you mean. Poor Alexi. . .Poor Erik. . . .*Really thinks you will either love or hate the plan* *Is full of the aching feelings for both of them*

By the way, you are second from the top right now, but I need sleep, work tomorrow. I will get to you tomorrow, promise!