PopeAlessandros

A Bloody Murder

Holding the reins loosely Rei touches the neck of his beast and she bobs her head once before following the prince and his horse out on to the city streets. She stays several paces behind the black one, Rei's usual look of disinterest masking his keyed up body and his senses now working overtime. Passing so close, to so many people, and for such a long period of time is dangerous no matter who you are. Killing someone in crowds is not as hard as one would think. Rei himself would find the prince an easy target, a good head an shoulders above the rabble on his gigantic beast. He catches whispers here and there, most of which are relatively harmless, even if they are disrespectful to the prince, but a few voices draw his gaze from the young man's back and into the crowd. He keeps his expression blank, but his eyes seek out the source of what caught his interest.

The tone of the voices indicate real and true loathing, but it is more the reply to those kinds of tones that are of interest to the assassin. 'There are at least two like me less than twenty feet from here. They are not primed to kill, so he is safe, but them being so close. . .They are scoping Alessandro out, getting to know his face. The ones with him. . . They are the ones most assassins get their information from. The ones who hate, but are too cowardly to do the deed themselves' As they pass, when people get a look at Rei a kind of hush falls across the crowd. This makes it easier for the fae to hear what is being said about the prince, but he knows that despite their silence, he is drawing almost as much attention as the prince himself.

Once past they begin a whole new line of whispers, all of which are either questions as to what Rei is doing with the prince, or ideas of who Rei is. Rei has to close his eyes to filter is all, but eventually they reach the edge of town and he is able to open them again. Looking up at the male astride the large stallion Rei tilts his head, noticing that the prince looks much different in the saddle than he does when they are alone together. 'His body is ridged and stiff. I wonder if he is uncomfortable up there? But, he rides horses all the time, no? He seems familiar with the beasts. Perhaps one of the grooms did not put the saddle on right' Rei, despite his time spent around high society and human beings, has grown very little understanding in the ways of human nobility. He has seen the prince stand eye to eye with an assassin, the assassin being him, and not even flinch when knowing that his life could be ended any moment. The though of someone's words actually seriously bothering him doesn't even cross his mind after such a display.

Then suddenly, under Rei's watchful gaze, the prince he'd met that night seems to return. That smile more true than any expression he'd seen all morning. Even the smile offered him after stilling the beast between his legs did not hold such things behind it as the one he has now. Rei does not even notice the horse beneath him leaping to keep up with the taller animal, instead he keeps his attention on the man astride it. 'Strange. It is as if he can not relax around his own kind. I know that when I am with the fae I am in no real danger, but then again, they are fae, not human. Perhaps the prince fears the deviousness of humans. No fae would dare hurt another fae, it is not their way' Rei does not even notice his disconnection from his own people. Not aware that he always keeps himself separate from them en-mass. He may live with them, but they are not his people. Rei does not fit in anywhere, and deep down, beneath his conscious mind, he knows that.

His hands let go of the reins as he bends low over the female's neck as she bids him to. One hand slips to the front edge of the saddle while the other goes up to hold on to his hat. The speed at which they travel is a new experience to Rei and for a brief moment he takes his attention off the prince and looks around. However he has seen many rolling hills just like the ones flashing past so it does not take long for his eyes to come back to his ward. Eventually the horse in front of him slows and Rei sits up. He looks around at the area, many old bits of stone and wild flowers stretching away in every direction. Once slow enough Rei dismounts, letting the gray walk along beside him as once more his hand goes to his blade. If the prince can not get down and quite the beast, Rei is still resolved to kill it should it pose any threat.

The Last Straw ~ PopeAlessandros x Foxtrot

The papers were not all in one folder, the thing he was suppose to work on is a HUGE stack of folders that would be brought up soon after leaving the room, and it's the folders that need to be stacked into piles by priority number. "1s" in one pile "2s" and another pile, and so on. It would take at least four hours.

Oh, and welcome back!

We'll take the low road.

Wellllll, maybe, one day, with help :P

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

*Giggles* You seem excited, I'm glad :P I can't wait to see what Aysus is up to!

The Power of The Fallen ~ PopeAlessandros x AkiBlue

Kuro's body is still thrumming from Aoba admitting his faith in the demon when he asks about being the one who should be reading the book. He glances up and gives the angel a warms smile. His expression doesn't change when he notices that Aoba's wings are a slight shade darker, he being the source behind the corruption he has been keeping a close eye on their color. Kuro lets out a soft sigh and Gerard stands completely still, not wanting to break the spell on the room by drawing attention to himself. “Well, you should read it too, yes, but nowhere does it say that I can't re-read it first Little Mouse.” He sticks his tongue out playfully before once more the priest catches his attention by no fault of his own.

With a huff Kuro turns around and plops on to his side once more, propping to book up against the back of the couch. Gerard lets out a slightly disappointed sigh, having wanted to watch a little longer, but he lets the feeling pass as he looks to Aoba with an easy smile. “He really seems interested in helping you. That's good. And by his demonic aura I'd say he's a pretty tough hellspawn. I think you should be safe.” He points towards the book Kuro is thumbing through. “That is just a book of beginner basics. There is a small library in town with a lot more books on farming, but that one there is the basics you need to know about soil care and the like. For now that's the most important part. Once the tools come in, you can have your big strong demon here teach you how to use them. After all, he should know how they work if he's “Re-reading” that particular book.”

Kuro snorts and rolls his eyes, muttering something nonsensical Gerard chuckles but before he can say any more the demon speaks up. “So, what kinds of animals are being dropped off? He at least needs some chickens. . .”

We'll take the low road.

Amano. . . . .Finally grew balls and put his foot down about something :P

We'll take the low road.

Amano's face becomes impassive as he listens to the beast describe his “home” in harsh detail. He swallows hard, keeping his stride even, though the images forming in his head make him want to stop an clasp his hands over his eyes. The thoughts make him a little sick to his stomach, images of skin and flesh dripping off his bones like an over cooked pig. 'That place sounds horrid. I mean, as a d-demon, I knew he came from hell, but I gave it little thought. I mean, he's so calm and collected, and. . . .pretty, the thought of him being anywhere but the finest halls and the most extravagant of palaces seemed so wrong to me. It still feels wrong, but as he says, so shall I believe' He lets out a calming breath, keeping his eyes forward as he continues listening.

As he begins speaking of all the things they do not have, his tone becoming somehow more. . .Amano can not identify it but as he brings up how humans flaunt their emotions, the good ones, Amano bites his lips sadly and glances back at Illiendi. He looks back just in time to catch his near whisper, and Amano feels his heart go out to the beast even more at the little smile on his lips. 'This is all beyond sad. I wonder if it's only there that such things don't exist, or if it carries over to when they are on earth. I mean, it sounds like that coming here is better than staying there. . .Well, that's a give in, but maybe there is something I can give him here that will make his stay more pleasant. I am glad now that I made a wish that will take a long time to complete. The longer he is here, the better I will feel about using a demon to reach my goals. . . .I think' Feeling a little choked up Amano tries to wet his throat by swallowing a few times, but before he can address the concepts running through his mind and heart, Illiendi is speaking once more.

As the demon continues, telling of how he will pretend to be in love with one of his prospectives, Amano's step slows ever so slightly until at last he comes to a complete stop. “No.” His tone is firm, but not angry. He then turns to Illiendi, the street they are on is empty so he doesn't have to worry about how he is standing or the sound in his voice. “I won't do that Illiendi.” He takes a breath, shoring up as much courage as he can muster before explaining himself. His right hand comes up to cover his heart, the tips of his fingers brushing the brand on his chest. “I know a lot of people who would follow this last instruction no problem, but I refuse to do it. Those people I know? They are scum in my eyes. I have a much higher view of the value of my heart, and the love it can carry.”

He shakes his head ever so slightly, keeping his tone carefully respectful. “You say you do not have love where you are from, so I do not fault you for wanting to use this human strength, or weakness depending on your views, to your and mine's advantage. It is indeed a great plan. However, I can not play with that emotion. I will never pretend to love someone, ever. When I confess a love, it will be true, and with an honest heart.” He bites his lip again, his eyes dropping for a moment as his own passion seems to suddenly embarrass him. However he brings his eyes back up a moment later, the conviction of his belief burning bright in his eyes. “Love is precious, over all other emotions we humans can feel. It can start wars, stop them, take a million lives to defend it, or give birth to nations in it's pure unrivaled state.” He shakes his head one last time. “No Illiendi, I'm sorry, but I will not use love as a mere tool. . .” His voice trails off, his face set in resolve and strength.

After a few seconds however his cheeks light up and he coughs. “Sorry, I talk too much, I shouldn't be preaching to you. . .” His eyes turn away rather than falling, remembering once more that he's suppose to look like a high class gentleman at all times. His head tilts after a moment however and he adds a bit bashfully, “Beside, yes, I know the names of all the girls, and they all know me, and not a one of them would ever believe me. They know I don't find them attractive either physically or mentally. I prefer people with brains. .. “ He chuckles at this, baring the girls no ill will, and they themselves knowing they are not up to Amano's intellectual standards and not ashamed of that fact.

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

The look in Enasi's eyes sends a different kind of shiver through Seishu's body. Drifting slowly backwards he stops when his back hits the wall at the “judges'” feet. 'Come now, my dear other half. Show me what your minions are worth to you. Show me that passion I know is hiding deep inside' Above him the youngsters cast a glance at him as he purrs lightly, but when Enasi vanishes beneath the surface all eyes turn to him. Seishu dips below the surface to watch the act, only popping up right at the end to watch the bird. His body tingles pleasantly, the energy skipping past him hardly even passing through his notice. Able to better control his own physical responses than the dream at his back, Seishu takes a calming breath before moving into the middle of the pool, his passion for not only the situation but the man across from him settling so he can concentrate.

On the edge of the pool behind him the minions and dream all hush, having passed on their numbers to Crios ever so quietly so the guardians couldn't hear. After floating for a few seconds, Seishu spreads his arms out to the sides and begins sinking beneath ths surface feet first. Once he's half way down his hair catches the light as he begins swimming in slow lazy circles. Rue recognizes the movements and point at the light bubble hoops he leaves behind in his wake. Once he has about a dozen he sinks lower. The instant his feet touch the bottom he takes off for the surface. As his body rockets out of the water, his form bending in a perfect arch not five feet above the surface, a column of water follows his path and stays in place even after he's back beneath the surface.

He then swims through a hoop, which turns a bright red color before firing up the arch of water, resting at the top and encircling the column. Seishu picks up speed, darting off to one of the side walls tot he far left of the minion and dream observers, that being the far right for Enasi. He then kicks off the wall and charges towards the other end, breaching the surface a couple times. Each time he does another stream of water rises, and another ring comes into place at the apex. He rockets back and forth until all the rings are used up, then with an even greater speed he sends his body through all the smaller arches, the rings turning gold as he passes through them.

Soon the only remaining hoop is in the tall arch and as he reaches the middle he once more launches off the bottom to swim through the arch, turning the final ring gold. The hoops glow brightly for several seconds until at last Seishu pushes off the bottom one last time, flying high over the arch to do a back vault over it. He does a complete turn and lands atop the water, the second he touches down the rings shatter, the water crashing back into the pool with a beautiful musical sound. He makes sure none of the water splashes out of bounds and a moment later, lets himself sink into the water slowly, his arms crossing his stomach, his hands grasping his waist. He has to work hard to get his excitement to settle, but once he's sure he can keep his calm he kicks back tot he surface and casts his counterpart a competitive smile.

Blowing Enasi a kiss he floats back to his side by the judges and lets out a long sigh. During the display Rasha had tried desperately to keep his thoughts objective, but at the last when Seishu slipped beneath the surface, event he two yonger ones agreed that he was playing to the crowd very well. As they give Crios and Harper their scores the rabbit man mutters, “Lord Enasi seems to be setting up a good pace. I think Night's going to burn out before he even makes it to his third one.” Crios nod in agreement but the kids reserve their judgments on that matter for now. As they come back to their places Rue has to resist the urge to kneel down and give Seishu a hug. He is so happy that the Nightmare Guardian seems to be feeling much better now. Rasha on the other hand chews his lip as his eyes flick between the two very appealing men, the fire in his lord's eyes exactly what he was hoping for.

The Rebel Vampire

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The Rebel Vampire

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