“Spike it is!” Seishu declares with a chuckle. Watching the fight come to a head the guardian smiles at the sight of Rasha coming out on top. Looking to his doctor Seishu gives a nod, a smirk on his lips to show his readiness. Looking back to the cat thing as it looks to him Seishu gives Rasha a little pat before carefully pulling the newly christened arachnid Spike out from under Rasha's paw so he can give it some instructions before they all head out. Harper watches a bit bemused as Seishu basically tells the bug to be a good boy and to wait right here until daddy gets back.
Setting Spike down on the covers Seishu scoots over to Enasi, Rasha scrambling off the bed and in a puff of smoke stands a few feet away from Enasi while his guardian helps Seishu to his feet. His hand slips across Enasi's lower back as he stands before sliding up to it's place on the smaller male's shoulder once on his feet. He keeps his eyes forward, pretending that he didn't do it on purpose. Behind him Spike snaps his claws a few times before settling down against the pillow he'd climbed on after Seishu stopped using it. He leans slightly on his counterpart's shoulder, not wanting Enasi to suddenly decide that Seishu no longer needs him, and also because he still feels his leg not wanting to work quite properly. 'Looks like the leg wound was worse than I thought. Oh well, it's a good an excuse as any to keep him close for now'
The two younger minions skip along ahead of the two guardians and Rasha as they exit the room and Seishu can not help but notice the hushed voices. “Looks like a full crew this time.” He murmurs, loud enough for everyone to hear. Inui and Harper glance at him at this, Harper rolling his eyes at the guardian for pointing out the obvious before his focus goes back to the man at his side. Inui giggles and nods before he too goes back to his private conversation with Rue. Leaning in closer to Enasi he whispers softly, “Thick as thieves they are, our deal little minion collection.” He glances at Rasha before adding, “And I doubt the dream is anywhere near as oblivious as he's acting about it all.” Rasha overhears what Seishu says but decides not to respond, pretending to be watching Crios and Harper. He bounces up and down at the thought of seeing Seishu in the pool with Enasi, but does his best not to jostle Seishu.
Seishu ha no doubt that the minions are planning something, but the fact that it all seems to be a mix of happy and worry does nothing to calm his nerves. 'Even if what they are planning is something they think is good, the worry makes me worry. This isn't the kind of worry about a plan not working, this is the kind that comes for a deeper fear, a dread that can have serious repercussion' His attention shifts however when he spots Inui stroking Crios's tail. He smiles at the little minions response to the look from said tail barer.
Crios on the other hand is struck by a sudden thought that causes him to turn away from the minion, hiding the look on his face. 'Oh, by all things good, he's turning into a little Night. That touch without asking, that look, and those words. . .' He lets out a sigh, causing Inui to shrink back a bit, before looking over his shoulder once more. “I don't mind, just warn me next time.” Looking further back he cocks an eyebrow at the slightly hurt look on Rasha's face but with a shake of his head he goes back to whispering with Harper. “I agree, we should set it up as a kind of panel type thing, have Inui, Rue, and Rasha as the judges.”
Harper shakes his head, “We can't have Rasha as a judge, he'll always vote for Night!”
Crios gives him a smirk, “Exactly. Lord Enasi will feel the need to work even harder if he's gonna win over one of his own. You know, he's already a little jealous of the attention Rue and Rasha pay Night, and if he thinks there's a way to get back at least a little from them. . .”
Harper catches on and nods with a grin parting his furry lips. “Gotcha. I can't wait to see this either. From what I've overheard it's a good show, and it should be better this time with Night being more healthy, right?” Crios nods as they arrive at the pool. Once the whole gang is in the pool area Seishu steps carefully away from Enasi and effortlessly changes into his swim suit from before.
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Kuro can not help but smile fondly down at the little angel as he continues trying to clean his wings off. He considers offering to help, but decides that the kid isn't quire ready for something like that yet. 'After all, I know how sensitive wings can be, and while I want to go that way eventually, I think now it would just spook him. I'm really glad he didn't ask about the stone. I was right about his will to survive' Kuro shakes his head softly. “No, that won't happen every day. After the blood spilled out there today, and my initial marking, most demons will stay at a good distance for a while. I'll keep my eyes open Little Mouse, don't you worry about them.”
He feels a little spark of victory when Aoba offers to let him stay in the house, but the smile on his lips remains soft and warm. “I don't mind the floor, and there is a couch downstairs. I think though without a warm body to share it with, the floor will be more comfortable.” His logic is quite sound. A demon needs to be either cold or warm to sleep, and since they do not really radiate heat like other living creatures, the cold of the floor would help him sleep. 'However when the nights grow warmer, I do believe the couch will be sufficient, if I'm not already sharing with that warm body I'm aiming to join in that quaint little bed over there. . . .'
He works hard for his face not to reflect his naughty thoughts and succeeds just as Aoba looks up into his eyes. He reaches out and tousles the angel's hair gently and chuckles, “Thank you, Little Mouse.” As his hand falls back to his side he steps back so Aoba can pass through the doorway on his way downstairs. Kuro follows at a polite distance, wincing as the now disfigured door comes into view. 'I should fix that soon. . .' As Aoba wanders off towards the kitchen Kuro's attention shifts to past the door. His body stills as he hears feet on hard earth. 'I don't sense a demon. It feels more like a human, but who?' Then it hits him. With a grumbling growl Kuro lays down on the couch, his front facing the back of the couch so anyone looking at the couch will see only his back.
“Little Mouse. Guest.” He calls out, propping his head up on his hand while grumbling quietly to himself. Even if the clergyman seems to accept his presence, as a demon, he still feels uncomfortable around them. A few seconds later there is a knock at the door before it is opened a moment later by a slightly worried looking Father Gerard. His eyes go first to Kuro on the couch before shifting over to Aoba. He seems to relax a little, not seeing any overt injuries, but the sight of the kit on the table doesn't let him relax entirely. With a light cough he speaks up. “So, I see there was a little excitement out there this morning. Everyone come out with all their limbs attached?”
Kuro can not hold back a scoff. “Depends on what you mean by everyone. . .” Glancing over his shoulder just enough that Gerard can see his moth and eyes, he gives the man a rather evil looking grin. At his angle however Aoba would not be able to see it, which is the only reason he made the face. A moment later he looks back to the couch back and waits for the priest to state his business.
He feels a little spark of victory when Aoba offers to let him stay in the house, but the smile on his lips remains soft and warm. “I don't mind the floor, and there is a couch downstairs. I think though without a warm body to share it with, the floor will be more comfortable.” His logic is quite sound. A demon needs to be either cold or warm to sleep, and since they do not really radiate heat like other living creatures, the cold of the floor would help him sleep. 'However when the nights grow warmer, I do believe the couch will be sufficient, if I'm not already sharing with that warm body I'm aiming to join in that quaint little bed over there. . . .'
He works hard for his face not to reflect his naughty thoughts and succeeds just as Aoba looks up into his eyes. He reaches out and tousles the angel's hair gently and chuckles, “Thank you, Little Mouse.” As his hand falls back to his side he steps back so Aoba can pass through the doorway on his way downstairs. Kuro follows at a polite distance, wincing as the now disfigured door comes into view. 'I should fix that soon. . .' As Aoba wanders off towards the kitchen Kuro's attention shifts to past the door. His body stills as he hears feet on hard earth. 'I don't sense a demon. It feels more like a human, but who?' Then it hits him. With a grumbling growl Kuro lays down on the couch, his front facing the back of the couch so anyone looking at the couch will see only his back.
“Little Mouse. Guest.” He calls out, propping his head up on his hand while grumbling quietly to himself. Even if the clergyman seems to accept his presence, as a demon, he still feels uncomfortable around them. A few seconds later there is a knock at the door before it is opened a moment later by a slightly worried looking Father Gerard. His eyes go first to Kuro on the couch before shifting over to Aoba. He seems to relax a little, not seeing any overt injuries, but the sight of the kit on the table doesn't let him relax entirely. With a light cough he speaks up. “So, I see there was a little excitement out there this morning. Everyone come out with all their limbs attached?”
Kuro can not hold back a scoff. “Depends on what you mean by everyone. . .” Glancing over his shoulder just enough that Gerard can see his moth and eyes, he gives the man a rather evil looking grin. At his angle however Aoba would not be able to see it, which is the only reason he made the face. A moment later he looks back to the couch back and waits for the priest to state his business.
Name: Alen von Rochenburg
Race: Vampire
Age: 922(Looks late 20s)
Height: 6' 1”
Weight: 142lbs
Hair: Black, sleek, mid back length, bangs the same length as the rest of the hair, kept slicked back, For parties he ties it back with a deep red hair ribbon.
Eyes: Dark blue, lacking shine of any kind.
Skin: Alabaster
Build: Slender build, broadening slightly at the shoulders, fit, but no bulky muscles.
Clothes: Has a fondness for old English style suits with a cravat instead of a bow tie and high polish black shoes. When relaxing at home he wears loose fitting poet shirts and black riding pants and when going into the yard he puts on tall riding boots, otherwise he's barefoot.
Accessories: A silver and gold ring, the two metals twined together around one another, with a dark blue green stone set into it.
Powers/Skills(If Applicable): Can see in the dark, stronger and faster than humans, can turn humans into vampires. Has a natural charm that makes resistance against him near impossible when he's trying(It's magic), and can inject a wide variety of venom with his semi retractable fangs. His senses are also much better than those of a human.
General Personality: He was once quite a visionary, always eager to try new things and having a passion for trying to find a way from humans and vampires to live side-by-side peacefully. However he no longer has such grand dreams, the years of failure getting to him so now he has all but given up entirely. He doesn't enjoy much, and nothing inspires him any more. He still has a fondness for music and poetry, but over all he is a very dispassionate being. At parties he seems to be content, smiling, and even laughing, but a lot of people can tell that he is, in some way or another, less than he once was. He ignores the criticisms, hearing them often, and has become somewhat of a hermit, not letting anyone come into his home unless invited for a party.
Background: Alen was the emperor of his own small country before he was turned. His childhood is long lost from his memory and over the years he has lost almost all memory from the time before he became a vampire. However he does recall his station, and that his family died some time shortly before he was turned. In the years since Alen has tried his best to make life better for vampires, and for a time, it looked as if he would be the greatest revolutionary in all of vampiric history. However about the time he had worked up some decent speed with his movements, a new order was established by churches across the country that impeded him almost indefinitely.
For a time there was all out war between the order and the vampires, the bloodshed seemingly without end. The new order had been long in coming, but after being established their numbers grew like wildfire. They were well equipped and well trained in killing the night walkers. Alen tried to establish a peace, but too many of his kind were killed too quickly, and the vampires of the day were not known for their forgiveness nor their patience. However after a good two-hundred years of non stop fighting Alen and some others managed to convince their kind to go into hiding, the elders themselves meeting with the order to inform them of a new law passed among their people: No vampire was to kill another human unless they are turning them, or the human tried to kill them first.
The losses on the human side of things over the past 200 years was enough for the old men in the order to call back the fighters, the war ending with a kind of truce. However they made it clear to the elders that if any vampire begins causing major trouble, they will send out their fighters to take it down. The order would never approve of vampires, that they made clear, but they resolved to begin valuing life more, rather than valuing the killing of vampires above all else.
The local chapter of the order know Alen is a vampire, his face being thoroughly documented from descriptions of him from the meeting, and from then on having the order keeping an eye on him. At least one from the order comes to every party, and Alen dos not bother them. The order knows better than to out him, his place in society so well established that it would most likely be denounced as slander and the order discredited. However the uneasy kind of truce is not what Alen really wanted, but after another hundred years of nothing but hostility towards his kind, Alen has no more drive. St least, not that he knows of. As of late he's become a little restless, his parties becoming slightly more frequent, and the mood of the parties, more fun. Though the vampire himself does not seem to be any more jovial.
Race: Vampire
Age: 922(Looks late 20s)
Height: 6' 1”
Weight: 142lbs
Hair: Black, sleek, mid back length, bangs the same length as the rest of the hair, kept slicked back, For parties he ties it back with a deep red hair ribbon.
Eyes: Dark blue, lacking shine of any kind.
Skin: Alabaster
Build: Slender build, broadening slightly at the shoulders, fit, but no bulky muscles.
Clothes: Has a fondness for old English style suits with a cravat instead of a bow tie and high polish black shoes. When relaxing at home he wears loose fitting poet shirts and black riding pants and when going into the yard he puts on tall riding boots, otherwise he's barefoot.
Accessories: A silver and gold ring, the two metals twined together around one another, with a dark blue green stone set into it.
Powers/Skills(If Applicable): Can see in the dark, stronger and faster than humans, can turn humans into vampires. Has a natural charm that makes resistance against him near impossible when he's trying(It's magic), and can inject a wide variety of venom with his semi retractable fangs. His senses are also much better than those of a human.
General Personality: He was once quite a visionary, always eager to try new things and having a passion for trying to find a way from humans and vampires to live side-by-side peacefully. However he no longer has such grand dreams, the years of failure getting to him so now he has all but given up entirely. He doesn't enjoy much, and nothing inspires him any more. He still has a fondness for music and poetry, but over all he is a very dispassionate being. At parties he seems to be content, smiling, and even laughing, but a lot of people can tell that he is, in some way or another, less than he once was. He ignores the criticisms, hearing them often, and has become somewhat of a hermit, not letting anyone come into his home unless invited for a party.
Background: Alen was the emperor of his own small country before he was turned. His childhood is long lost from his memory and over the years he has lost almost all memory from the time before he became a vampire. However he does recall his station, and that his family died some time shortly before he was turned. In the years since Alen has tried his best to make life better for vampires, and for a time, it looked as if he would be the greatest revolutionary in all of vampiric history. However about the time he had worked up some decent speed with his movements, a new order was established by churches across the country that impeded him almost indefinitely.
For a time there was all out war between the order and the vampires, the bloodshed seemingly without end. The new order had been long in coming, but after being established their numbers grew like wildfire. They were well equipped and well trained in killing the night walkers. Alen tried to establish a peace, but too many of his kind were killed too quickly, and the vampires of the day were not known for their forgiveness nor their patience. However after a good two-hundred years of non stop fighting Alen and some others managed to convince their kind to go into hiding, the elders themselves meeting with the order to inform them of a new law passed among their people: No vampire was to kill another human unless they are turning them, or the human tried to kill them first.
The losses on the human side of things over the past 200 years was enough for the old men in the order to call back the fighters, the war ending with a kind of truce. However they made it clear to the elders that if any vampire begins causing major trouble, they will send out their fighters to take it down. The order would never approve of vampires, that they made clear, but they resolved to begin valuing life more, rather than valuing the killing of vampires above all else.
The local chapter of the order know Alen is a vampire, his face being thoroughly documented from descriptions of him from the meeting, and from then on having the order keeping an eye on him. At least one from the order comes to every party, and Alen dos not bother them. The order knows better than to out him, his place in society so well established that it would most likely be denounced as slander and the order discredited. However the uneasy kind of truce is not what Alen really wanted, but after another hundred years of nothing but hostility towards his kind, Alen has no more drive. St least, not that he knows of. As of late he's become a little restless, his parties becoming slightly more frequent, and the mood of the parties, more fun. Though the vampire himself does not seem to be any more jovial.
Seishu tilts his head this way and that, considering different names for the bug. He noticed Crios moving Enasi's chair, but like his other half, he figured is was just to give better access to his gear. “Hmmmm, name. . . .” With a sudden smile he looks to his counterpart. “You name it. Whatever you want. I've done a lot of naming and I'm all named out.” Finn chuckles at this, but doesn't say anything. At Crios's poorly veiled challenge Seishu's back straitens up and he huffs. “Any time you're ready, Doc.” Crios rolls his eyes at this, and even Harper is distracted for a moment from his worries and lets out a little laugh.
“He's like a little kid who just got his bravery questioned.” earning him a sharp glare from Rasha. Seishu however rolls his eyes, the sedatives working their way through him in full force, keeping his temper near nonexistent. As Enasi excuses himself Crios makes his way nonchalantly closer to Harper while giving Rasha a look. Seishu did not see the little exchange and is distracted moments later by both the little cat thing and the scorpion crawling into his hair and over his head. As he tries to disentangle the mess of bodies from his long locks Crios steps up to Harper's side and begins whispering quickly.
At first the rabbit man looks confused, then upset, but as Crios leans back the look on Harper's face is unreadable. The two animal based minions stare at one another for a long moment, but as Enasi walks back into the room Harper smiles ever so slightly and nods. As Inui climbs on to the bed Seishu finally gets the beasts untangled and lets out a sigh, looking to Enasi. “So, what are you going to name it?”
Meanwhile Rue makes his way quickly to Enasi's room with the flower. He is going much slower than usual, not wanting the wind from his usual rocket speed to damage the flower. That and he can feel a bit negative energy in the flower still and he has to keep his energy down as to not corrupt it. 'Such a pretty flower, I wonder where he got it. I know Mister Seishu gave him one like this to give to whoever came out of the rift, but. . .Well, Inui did say that Mister Seishu's right hand minion was on earth, maybe. . .I'll just ask' Once inside the room he moves over to the bed stand to set it down, but then a thought strikes him. Crawling carefully up on to the bed he sets the flower gently on one of the plush pillows and sits back to admire his work. 'Much more romantic here. I can't wait for them to be happy together!' Rue positively glows as he scoots out of the room and flies back to the hospital wing, the smile on his face could not be happier.
“He's like a little kid who just got his bravery questioned.” earning him a sharp glare from Rasha. Seishu however rolls his eyes, the sedatives working their way through him in full force, keeping his temper near nonexistent. As Enasi excuses himself Crios makes his way nonchalantly closer to Harper while giving Rasha a look. Seishu did not see the little exchange and is distracted moments later by both the little cat thing and the scorpion crawling into his hair and over his head. As he tries to disentangle the mess of bodies from his long locks Crios steps up to Harper's side and begins whispering quickly.
At first the rabbit man looks confused, then upset, but as Crios leans back the look on Harper's face is unreadable. The two animal based minions stare at one another for a long moment, but as Enasi walks back into the room Harper smiles ever so slightly and nods. As Inui climbs on to the bed Seishu finally gets the beasts untangled and lets out a sigh, looking to Enasi. “So, what are you going to name it?”
Meanwhile Rue makes his way quickly to Enasi's room with the flower. He is going much slower than usual, not wanting the wind from his usual rocket speed to damage the flower. That and he can feel a bit negative energy in the flower still and he has to keep his energy down as to not corrupt it. 'Such a pretty flower, I wonder where he got it. I know Mister Seishu gave him one like this to give to whoever came out of the rift, but. . .Well, Inui did say that Mister Seishu's right hand minion was on earth, maybe. . .I'll just ask' Once inside the room he moves over to the bed stand to set it down, but then a thought strikes him. Crawling carefully up on to the bed he sets the flower gently on one of the plush pillows and sits back to admire his work. 'Much more romantic here. I can't wait for them to be happy together!' Rue positively glows as he scoots out of the room and flies back to the hospital wing, the smile on his face could not be happier.
Yush! He can make as many lights as he wants!
The sink quickly turns red as the blood from his hands washes slowly off. 'I can't believe, and so quickly! Maybe there are more demons in the area than I thought. Or maybe, those are all of them and they just decided to come together. Whatever the case may be, I have to make sure to stick close. Not all demons walk up to the door after all' He glances down at the floor, imagining one of the burrowing demons he knows of coming up in the middle of the night. He snarls lightly but falls silent as Aoba's voice rings out from somewhere outside the bathroom. He smiles a little, happy to hear the little angel after being so riled up. 'Something about him is so calming. . . And stimulating at the same time' Raising his voice only slightly he calls out, “I'm fine, just give me a minute!”
As soon as he's sure he's gotten all the blood of he looks to the coat and grimaces. Deciding it's worth the effort he summons a brand new one. Demons can create anything they need really, but Kuro has always preferred using the human made stuff. It feels better on his skin. 'But the coat hardly touches my skin, so, whatever' Pulling it on he then looks to the last order of business, aside from hanging the coat like a scarecrow outside. He stares at the eye for q few minutes until at last he decides to follow through with his promise. Scooping it up, the orb no longer bloody after the quick rinse he gave it while washing his hands, he holds it in his palm for a moment before closing his hand around it hard.
Rather than it squishing, the eyeball compacts, crushing itself down to about the size of a marble and becoming hard as stone. Kuro concentrates and after a minute he opens his hand. Now resting in his palm is a white stone with blue swirls in it, hanging at the end of a chain. “There. Key chain. Like I said.” He smiles at it, slipping on his coat, then steps out of the bathroom into the hall. Looking towards the kid's room he lets out a sigh. 'I really hope he's not freaking out or something' Wandering up to the door he opens it slowly and peeks inside. Seeing him trying to clean his wings he smiles. 'Well, he's not panicking' Coughing to catch Aoba's attention he tosses the key chain to him. “Keep it on you. It will help keep you safe.” He prays the angel doesn't ask any questions about the key chain, loath to explain how he came by it.
As soon as he's sure he's gotten all the blood of he looks to the coat and grimaces. Deciding it's worth the effort he summons a brand new one. Demons can create anything they need really, but Kuro has always preferred using the human made stuff. It feels better on his skin. 'But the coat hardly touches my skin, so, whatever' Pulling it on he then looks to the last order of business, aside from hanging the coat like a scarecrow outside. He stares at the eye for q few minutes until at last he decides to follow through with his promise. Scooping it up, the orb no longer bloody after the quick rinse he gave it while washing his hands, he holds it in his palm for a moment before closing his hand around it hard.
Rather than it squishing, the eyeball compacts, crushing itself down to about the size of a marble and becoming hard as stone. Kuro concentrates and after a minute he opens his hand. Now resting in his palm is a white stone with blue swirls in it, hanging at the end of a chain. “There. Key chain. Like I said.” He smiles at it, slipping on his coat, then steps out of the bathroom into the hall. Looking towards the kid's room he lets out a sigh. 'I really hope he's not freaking out or something' Wandering up to the door he opens it slowly and peeks inside. Seeing him trying to clean his wings he smiles. 'Well, he's not panicking' Coughing to catch Aoba's attention he tosses the key chain to him. “Keep it on you. It will help keep you safe.” He prays the angel doesn't ask any questions about the key chain, loath to explain how he came by it.
The sink quickly turns red as the blood from his hands washes slowly off. 'I can't believe, and so quickly! Maybe there are more demons in the area than I thought. Or maybe, those are all of them and they just decided to come together. Whatever the case may be, I have to make sure to stick close. Not all demons walk up to the door after all' He glances down at the floor, imagining one of the burrowing demons he knows of coming up in the middle of the night. He snarls lightly but falls silent as Aoba's voice rings out from somewhere outside the bathroom. He smiles a little, happy to hear the little angel after being so riled up. 'Something about him is so calming. . . And stimulating at the same time' Raising his voice only slightly he calls out, “I'm fine, just give me a minute!”
As soon as he's sure he's gotten all the blood of he looks to the coat and grimaces. Deciding it's worth the effort he summons a brand new one. Demons can create anything they need really, but Kuro has always preferred using the human made stuff. It feels better on his skin. '[/i] But the coat hardly touches my skin, so, whatever'[/i] Pulling it on he then looks to the last order of business, aside from hanging the coat like a scarecrow outside. He stares at the eye for q few minutes until at last he decides to follow through with his promise. Scooping it up, the orb no longer bloody after the quick rinse he gave it while washing his hands, he holds it in his palm for a moment before closing his hand around it hard.
Rather than it squishing, the eyeball compacts, crushing itself down to about the size of a marble and becoming hard as stone. Kuro concentrates and after a minute he opens his hand. Now resting in his palm is a white stone with blue swirls in it, hanging at the end of a chain. “There. Key chain. Like I said.” He smiles at it, slipping on his coat, then steps out of the bathroom into the hall. Looking towards the kid's room he lets out a sigh. 'I really hope he's not freaking out or something' Wandering up to the door he opens it slowly and peeks inside. Seeing him trying to clean his wings he smiles. 'Well, he's not panicking' Coughing to catch Aoba's attention he tosses the key chain to him. “Keep it on you. It will help keep you safe.” He prays the angel doesn't ask any questions about the key chain, loath to explain how he came by it.
As soon as he's sure he's gotten all the blood of he looks to the coat and grimaces. Deciding it's worth the effort he summons a brand new one. Demons can create anything they need really, but Kuro has always preferred using the human made stuff. It feels better on his skin. '[/i] But the coat hardly touches my skin, so, whatever'[/i] Pulling it on he then looks to the last order of business, aside from hanging the coat like a scarecrow outside. He stares at the eye for q few minutes until at last he decides to follow through with his promise. Scooping it up, the orb no longer bloody after the quick rinse he gave it while washing his hands, he holds it in his palm for a moment before closing his hand around it hard.
Rather than it squishing, the eyeball compacts, crushing itself down to about the size of a marble and becoming hard as stone. Kuro concentrates and after a minute he opens his hand. Now resting in his palm is a white stone with blue swirls in it, hanging at the end of a chain. “There. Key chain. Like I said.” He smiles at it, slipping on his coat, then steps out of the bathroom into the hall. Looking towards the kid's room he lets out a sigh. 'I really hope he's not freaking out or something' Wandering up to the door he opens it slowly and peeks inside. Seeing him trying to clean his wings he smiles. 'Well, he's not panicking' Coughing to catch Aoba's attention he tosses the key chain to him. “Keep it on you. It will help keep you safe.” He prays the angel doesn't ask any questions about the key chain, loath to explain how he came by it.
The sink quickly turns red as the blood from his hands washes slowly off. 'I can't believe, and so quickly! Maybe there are more demons in the area than I thought. Or maybe, those are all of them and they just decided to come together. Whatever the case may be, I have to make sure to stick close. Not all demons walk up to the door after all' He glances down at the floor, imagining one of the burrowing demons he knows of coming up in the middle of the night. He snarls lightly but falls silent as Aoba's voice rings out from somewhere outside the bathroom. He smiles a little, happy to hear the little angel after being so riled up. 'Something about him is so calming. . . And stimulating at the same time' Raising his voice only slightly he calls out, “I'm fine, just give me a minute!”
As soon as he's sure he's gotten all the blood of he looks to the coat and grimaces. Deciding it's worth the effort he summons a brand new one. Demons can create anything they need really, but Kuro has always preferred using the human made stuff. It feels better on his skin. '[/i] But the coat hardly touches my skin, so, whatever'[/i] Pulling it on he then looks to the last order of business, aside from hanging the coat like a scarecrow outside. He stares at the eye for q few minutes until at last he decides to follow through with his promise. Scooping it up, the orb no longer bloody after the quick rinse he gave it while washing his hands, he holds it in his palm for a moment before closing his hand around it hard.
Rather than it squishing, the eyeball compacts, crushing itself down to about the size of a marble and becoming hard as stone. Kuro concentrates and after a minute he opens his hand. Now resting in his palm is a white stone with blue swirls in it, hanging at the end of a chain. “There. Key chain. Like I said.” He smiles at it, slipping on his coat, then steps out of the bathroom into the hall. Looking towards the kid's room he lets out a sigh. 'I really hope he's not freaking out or something' Wandering up to the door he opens it slowly and peeks inside. Seeing him trying to clean his wings he smiles. 'Well, he's not panicking' Coughing to catch Aoba's attention he tosses the key chain to him. “Keep it on you. It will help keep you safe.” He prays the angel doesn't ask any questions about the key chain, loath to explain how he came by it.
As soon as he's sure he's gotten all the blood of he looks to the coat and grimaces. Deciding it's worth the effort he summons a brand new one. Demons can create anything they need really, but Kuro has always preferred using the human made stuff. It feels better on his skin. '[/i] But the coat hardly touches my skin, so, whatever'[/i] Pulling it on he then looks to the last order of business, aside from hanging the coat like a scarecrow outside. He stares at the eye for q few minutes until at last he decides to follow through with his promise. Scooping it up, the orb no longer bloody after the quick rinse he gave it while washing his hands, he holds it in his palm for a moment before closing his hand around it hard.
Rather than it squishing, the eyeball compacts, crushing itself down to about the size of a marble and becoming hard as stone. Kuro concentrates and after a minute he opens his hand. Now resting in his palm is a white stone with blue swirls in it, hanging at the end of a chain. “There. Key chain. Like I said.” He smiles at it, slipping on his coat, then steps out of the bathroom into the hall. Looking towards the kid's room he lets out a sigh. 'I really hope he's not freaking out or something' Wandering up to the door he opens it slowly and peeks inside. Seeing him trying to clean his wings he smiles. 'Well, he's not panicking' Coughing to catch Aoba's attention he tosses the key chain to him. “Keep it on you. It will help keep you safe.” He prays the angel doesn't ask any questions about the key chain, loath to explain how he came by it.
A chuckles finds it's way past his lips as first Enasi grabs him around the waist, git heart rate much higher for some reason, then almost immediately lets him go to create the portal. Then after the rest of the pack are through,he once again finds that warm arm laying across his back. 'Make up your mind my dear counterpart. Are you going to hold on to me, or ate you going to push me away?' His chuckle is short lived however as once more they are passing through that sickening vortex. He manages not to stumble on the far side, but it does take a few seconds before he can move.
He keeps his lips pressed together, just in case his stomach decides to rebel after all, but as they move into the room and he spots Rue still curled up on his bed Seishu smiles and his nausea quickly dissipates. He joins the three way hug with a light purr before helping himself on to the bed. Almost instantaneously Rasha appears on his lap and Seishu gives him a soft pat. As he does the six inch scorpion tucked in his sleeve shifts, looking around at it's new surroundings. He gives Enasi a sly smile as Rue gets dragged off to the hall by Inui. Seishu is curious, but he's been asked a question.
In one smooth motion he slips his hand into his opposite sleeve and a moment later pulls out his new pet. Rasha eyes it for a few seconds before striking out with a paw in curiosity. The scorpion strikes back by grabbing hold of a bit of Rasha's fur and while the two of them tumble off in a little wrestling match Seishu explains himself to the other guardian. “I got this little guy from that nightmare I was in. There were thousands so I don't think he'll be missed.” Rasha lets out a kind of happy growl as he uses his teeth to throw the critter across the blankets. “Because he's a rather mindless creature, he's basically neutral. He'll stay in the the room, and I removed his venom, so he's impotent.”
Starla watches the fight in fascination until the scorpion is rolled to the edge of the bed closest to her. She scoots forward to poke at it and she and Rasha have s mild bonding moment as they roll it back and forth between them. Finn giggles at the sight as Crios rolls his eyes, moving in to administer Seishu's shot. Harper however has gone very still, his ears turned towards the hallway.
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“So, we're really going to try this? Help them come together in a way the balance will accept?” Rue's excitement is so high he has to take a breath between every other word just to keep himself from yelling with joy.
Inui nods rapidly, almost as excited as the fairy. Rue does a few loops before charging into a fierce hug with Inui, holding him a long moment as he tries to settle his nerves. Meanwhile Inui relaxes into the embrace, letting out a soft sigh at the feeling of being so close to someone. It is still a new sensation, despite him doing it almost constantly, but he is growing to love the feeling of another warm body near his. When Rue finally pulls back he holds the black haired minion's hands in his own, his eyes all but sparkling. “I know, this is an amazing idea, but we have to remember, it may not work.”
Rue shakes his head. “It's gotta work, it's just gotta! No one should ever be denied their true love!” Inui nods in agreements, but he can not let go of the little bit of logic.
He keeps his lips pressed together, just in case his stomach decides to rebel after all, but as they move into the room and he spots Rue still curled up on his bed Seishu smiles and his nausea quickly dissipates. He joins the three way hug with a light purr before helping himself on to the bed. Almost instantaneously Rasha appears on his lap and Seishu gives him a soft pat. As he does the six inch scorpion tucked in his sleeve shifts, looking around at it's new surroundings. He gives Enasi a sly smile as Rue gets dragged off to the hall by Inui. Seishu is curious, but he's been asked a question.
In one smooth motion he slips his hand into his opposite sleeve and a moment later pulls out his new pet. Rasha eyes it for a few seconds before striking out with a paw in curiosity. The scorpion strikes back by grabbing hold of a bit of Rasha's fur and while the two of them tumble off in a little wrestling match Seishu explains himself to the other guardian. “I got this little guy from that nightmare I was in. There were thousands so I don't think he'll be missed.” Rasha lets out a kind of happy growl as he uses his teeth to throw the critter across the blankets. “Because he's a rather mindless creature, he's basically neutral. He'll stay in the the room, and I removed his venom, so he's impotent.”
Starla watches the fight in fascination until the scorpion is rolled to the edge of the bed closest to her. She scoots forward to poke at it and she and Rasha have s mild bonding moment as they roll it back and forth between them. Finn giggles at the sight as Crios rolls his eyes, moving in to administer Seishu's shot. Harper however has gone very still, his ears turned towards the hallway.
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“So, we're really going to try this? Help them come together in a way the balance will accept?” Rue's excitement is so high he has to take a breath between every other word just to keep himself from yelling with joy.
Inui nods rapidly, almost as excited as the fairy. Rue does a few loops before charging into a fierce hug with Inui, holding him a long moment as he tries to settle his nerves. Meanwhile Inui relaxes into the embrace, letting out a soft sigh at the feeling of being so close to someone. It is still a new sensation, despite him doing it almost constantly, but he is growing to love the feeling of another warm body near his. When Rue finally pulls back he holds the black haired minion's hands in his own, his eyes all but sparkling. “I know, this is an amazing idea, but we have to remember, it may not work.”
Rue shakes his head. “It's gotta work, it's just gotta! No one should ever be denied their true love!” Inui nods in agreements, but he can not let go of the little bit of logic.
Okay, then, I'll make up mine soon, and then once they are both done, I'll be on to the first post :P
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