PopeAlessandros

When the Roar Falls ~ PopeAlessandros x Raafling

Viltez thinks carefully as he eats. 'I'm glad he has something to amuse himself. I just hope he does not tire of this small town too quickly. What time do I think I will be done for the day. . .I don't have over much to do, but all of it will require the sun to be if not high, at least close to it. . .' His head tilts back and forth as he thinks, murmuring, “I hope you find something to your liking in our humble shops.” He smiles, honest in his convictions. When at last he munches down the last bite he picks the most likely time to be done in a safe margin of error. 'Even if it doesn't take me quite that long, at lease Aryx will not have to wait'

Sitting up he continues trying to clean his fingers for a while before shrugging and deciding to just rinse them off in the wash water when he dumps it in a few minutes. “I should be done no later than four hours after mid day, a lot of my work falling during the pre to mid day hours.” He smiles softly. “I kind of try and fill my days with stuff to do so I can keep busy and have some extra cash for when I don't have as much work.” 'Not to mention my secret little stash for a possible trip one day. I've never really made any specific plans, but it never hurts to be prepared' With a little nod he stands. “I should get going now, please close the door behind you when you go. We can meet here because it's on the way to the forest from town after all.”

With a little wave he heads outside, wandering over to the wash basin and after rinsing his fingers he dumps it out in the grass several yards from his home. Setting it near the pump he rinses off his hands and rubs down his face to get the last bits of stickiness off it. Looking to the town, the morning is in full swing now, and after a quick check to make sure everything is still in place, he marches off at a brusk pace towards the hustle and bustle.

The hours pass relatively quickly as first he runs some errands for Old Mr. Jukerman, the large bags of feed for his chickens too much for his aged frame. After that he gets rather filthy changing out a wagon wheel for a trader passing through town who didn't want to pay full price for the work. An hour before mid day Viltez makes his way over to the house of a young woman who has more than once offered to become more acquainted with the half beast man, and indeed many of the times she hires him it is for work that would either be more suited for someone more skilled, or for something she obviously messed up herself and just wanted an excuse to get Viltez to come over.

This is the case as once again the fence to her small animal pens appear damaged inexplicably, the breaks looking suspiciously like they were made by an ax. Viltez however does not judge her actions and instead, after running to town for supplies, returns and begins work immediately. After about an hour she comes out with refreshments, He accepts a cup of cool liquid but is careful to shift away from her to keep her hands off of him, all the while making it look nothing like he's trying to avoid her. “Thank you Miss. Ellen. Very refreshing.” He says with one of his award winning smiles. But just as she's about to move in close once more he hands her back her cup and drops down back to his work. She walks off with a sigh and once she is out of ear shot, he too lets out a long sigh. 'Gotta watch out for her. If anyone's gonna find out about my tail in this town, she is, with those hands of hers. . . .'

The Power of The Fallen ~ PopeAlessandros x AkiBlue

His eyes flash, his fangs peeking out from beneath his lips, his claws blackened and extended, Kuro lets out a low rumble as he approaches the intruding demons. 'These filth aren't even worth my time. All three working together may be able to hold me back for a while, but they don't look like a team. I can take them, no problem' As he stops just short of the invisible line he'd created earlier Kuro pulls his lips back as he's addressed. “Take one step over that line and you'll find out just how fast your nuts can become earrings tubby.” The strong one's eyes narrow at his, but the comment made by the second demon catches his attention before the tough one can reply.

A deep rumbling growl finds it's way out as he stomps one foot and drops his hands to his side, his claws curled towards the lesser demons. “It is mine, and you will not touch it. Keep trying to see it, and I will have your eyes for key-chains. . .” His voice is nearly unrecognizable as his own, his magic lacing it's way through his body changing the sound. As he spreads his hands wide his pendant falls out of the folds of his jacket. He'd loosened it earlier to give him some air as he worked on Aoba, and now the pendant takes the chance to hang loose.

At the sight of it the two weaker demon draw back, the sight of it enough to convince them to have second thoughts. However the bigger one, too angry at the insult earlier growls back, trying to get Kuro out of the way. He's hear dhow much fun dismantling an angel can be, and while he does not had the power to do it in battle, he will not pass up the chance to have some fun with a low level fallen angel. Kuro however doesn't budge, his energy come out to dace around his flesh. This display drives the smaller ones back a little further, but they are now too curious as to what their companion will do against the son of Satan.

Who Will Break? ~ PopeAlessandros x Raafling

~The warm hands on his back draws a sigh from the trembling priest. Something so comforting about the young man accepting his protection, or so it would seem. The rain continues to fall, the lightning still flashing through the sky, but somehow the sound is muted. All around, somehow, it all feels so familiar. However such thoughts fade as Zach pulls back and looks into his eyes.

The feelings there, as he speaks those words, settle a part of the man, and once again the scenery around them changes. This time however the change is more subtle. The rain, it lessens, the the lightning stops, replaced by the occasional roll of thunder only. It is still dark, the over cast sky letting little light through.

He smiles down warmly as the young man in his arms, the lightening in his mood evident on his face as he leans down, pressing his forehead to Zach's.

“Thank you, Zach. Thank you. . .”

He lets the boy go and begins looking around the area. His fingers drag along crumbling cement torn off of nearby buildings. Great long gouges in the stone looking almost like claw marks. He shivers as he looks at them.

“I think. . .This is a bad place. We shouldn't be here.”

He backs away, digging it's way to the surface. He moves away, the darkness deepening as he tries to escape. He reaches out for Zach, trying to get him to realize how dangerous it is. His memories, his dream, they begin to shift. Fear threatens to draw him away completely, crawling up his spine like a scorpion, just waiting to strike.

When the Roar Falls ~ PopeAlessandros x Raafling

The big trouble that leads to the big thing that makes it so Viltez has to leave town :P

[Suspect] To His Liking. [Pope]

So which idea do you like. Coming up with an excuse, or excommunicating the kid's family?

When the Roar Falls ~ PopeAlessandros x Raafling

I would like to see the hunting, so if it's an either or, then I'd say hunting first, then maybe tomorrow he can get in trouble. . . .Maybe even the BIG trouble, if you know what I mean :P

Who Will Break? ~ PopeAlessandros x Raafling

Oki. Once Zach 'steps out' the dream sequence wouldn't need to play any longer, being irrelevant to the plot, so, if he steps out before the priest wakes, the rest of the dream sequence will be cut out. Most likely resulting in it being the next morning, unless you want Zach to actually walk in to watch the priest sleep or something of the like. Agreed?

[Suspect] To His Liking. [Pope]

That would make the after affects of turning him very interesting. He would either need to never invite that family again, or come up with a good excuse for the family as to why the young noble is staying with him now :P

Who Will Break? ~ PopeAlessandros x Raafling

I has a question. How long/short would you like to keep most dreams? I know I have really long dreams, but from what science tell us, dream are short, no matter how long they seem, So. . . .In other words, do you wanna make dreams one or two scenes long, or do you want them to "Last" the full 8 hours?

[Suspect] To His Liking. [Pope]

I was thinking an 1800s England type setting, but not England. I like not doing RPs on earth, but places like them, so we can avoid nit picking about historical inaccuracies, and stuff like that, y'know? But, yeah, maybe a big manor house, with a stable and a very big lawn, on the edge of a lake, in one of those towns where there are a few rich aristocratic families that my guy can invite to parties, and close enough to other towns or a big city that occasionally he can host really big parties :P This will also help with his turning a young man. He can't really do it IN the town he's in, the kid might be recognized, so he'll go to the big city where the kid is less likely to be missed. Thoughts? Additions?