Your wish to continue this RP? I can think of several things that Alexi could have in place for such events, but if you really want him to kill himself, I can't stop you.
I remember having this discussion before, this is earth, basically, long in the future after a very devastating war with the magicals which lead to a fall in technological advancement for quite some time, the humans having to recover, and a lot of the tech focusing on the enslavement of the magicals for well over 50 years I'd say. Human human slavery happened much the same way it did on earth, but I'd place the war with the magicals, say. . .Only about 80 years after humans stopped enslaving one another. And no, while I can see humans having indentured servants, if you really want them, I don't think we should have any human slavery after the magicals war. As for the quote, go ahead. *Shrug* I don't see why you can't use it. . . .
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He's no longer moving away. He's staying. The knowledge draws a long soothing sigh from Seishu as his blank stare remains locked on the ceiling. He does not think. He can not feel. All he can do, is speak, and pray that doing so will help he and his counterpart recover. “You are, what you need to be, doing things, as you know they are right.” The words makes sense in his head, he simply has to hope that they make as much sense as he speaks them. He takes a deep breath. “You are not me, and what you do with what you have is the way things are to be done here in this place that it yours. You protect them with all your heart. You mourn them from the depths of your soul, and it is not my place to judge such things. I am an intruder, and unwelcome force, and despite your love for me, I have nothing to offer you save for what I am.”
He takes a ragged breath, still unable to move. “I come from anger, hate, fear, and loathing. I am made from all things that you are not, and I take care of my own in my own way. I. . .Take care of th-them. . . I do not hur-hurt them. . .” Tears chock his throat, the images, those grotesque pain inducing images roll once more before his eyes. But this time, he does not grow angry. His anger is gone. Instead there is only a sickening pain. In a sudden rush he rolls to the side, his head hanging over the bed as he tosses what little is left in his stomach from the lunch he ate hours ago. His spits, over and over, the retching filling his mouth with a foul taste.
He feels like he can not breath, however words manage to find their way out of him between dry heaves. “He used my hand, I saw them. I tore into her. Organa, such a fiercly protective minion, strong, and brave. She would not cry, she would not please him.” His voice is chocked with tears, his insides on fire. “I could feel the pleasure, the pleasure of tearing into her with my bare hands. I could feel the blood pouring across them. Such a rush, a thrill of the purest kind. . .But I. . . I wouldn't, I would never, she was mine. . .One of my precious little ones. . .” He hiccups violently, the words having to tear their way out of his chest.
His hands come up to clutch at his head, smearing blood and vomit into his already befouled hair. The long tresses fall over his shoulder into the puddle on the floor, a mix of upchuck, tears, and blood. “He used my hands, my blade, and he took her apart. And he felt so good doing it. She had done nothing wrong, she was innocent! They were both innocent! My own weakness brought about these horrors. . .Organa, Mika. . .” 'I have harmed so greatly the ones I love, through nothing other than my own weakness' Unable to say the last aloud, knowing the last thing he needs to hear now is how the Nightmare Guardian actually feels about him, Seishu dissolves into a coughing fit, unable to speak any more.
He takes a ragged breath, still unable to move. “I come from anger, hate, fear, and loathing. I am made from all things that you are not, and I take care of my own in my own way. I. . .Take care of th-them. . . I do not hur-hurt them. . .” Tears chock his throat, the images, those grotesque pain inducing images roll once more before his eyes. But this time, he does not grow angry. His anger is gone. Instead there is only a sickening pain. In a sudden rush he rolls to the side, his head hanging over the bed as he tosses what little is left in his stomach from the lunch he ate hours ago. His spits, over and over, the retching filling his mouth with a foul taste.
He feels like he can not breath, however words manage to find their way out of him between dry heaves. “He used my hand, I saw them. I tore into her. Organa, such a fiercly protective minion, strong, and brave. She would not cry, she would not please him.” His voice is chocked with tears, his insides on fire. “I could feel the pleasure, the pleasure of tearing into her with my bare hands. I could feel the blood pouring across them. Such a rush, a thrill of the purest kind. . .But I. . . I wouldn't, I would never, she was mine. . .One of my precious little ones. . .” He hiccups violently, the words having to tear their way out of his chest.
His hands come up to clutch at his head, smearing blood and vomit into his already befouled hair. The long tresses fall over his shoulder into the puddle on the floor, a mix of upchuck, tears, and blood. “He used my hands, my blade, and he took her apart. And he felt so good doing it. She had done nothing wrong, she was innocent! They were both innocent! My own weakness brought about these horrors. . .Organa, Mika. . .” 'I have harmed so greatly the ones I love, through nothing other than my own weakness' Unable to say the last aloud, knowing the last thing he needs to hear now is how the Nightmare Guardian actually feels about him, Seishu dissolves into a coughing fit, unable to speak any more.
Like I said, have at it :P You play the vampire characters, and I usually like leaving the one playing the race freedom to difine a lot of it. There are only a few things about certain races that I insist upon, so, whatever makes you happy :P
Heheh. Yeah. I'ma do a quality check soon on all my RPs again :P
Yay for silver allergies. . . .I personally rebel against that one, but I'm a bit of an old fashioned guy :P When I was growing up, silver was purly a werewolf thing :P But, if this ish the vampire type you want, go for it :P
Marius chuckles as he walks over to his desk and grabs up his cup. The simple dark blue coffee mug is bone dry as he wanders back over to the coffee maker. Pressing the pump at the top of the thermos he puts a little hot water into it, swirls it around, then dumps it in the waste basket next to the table. He listens to the man's comments about his music and smiles warmly while still turned away from him. Pressing the pump again, this time he fills his cup before setting it down and plopping in a teabag. As he steeps his tea he pulls one of the disposable cups and sets it under the thermos spigot and fulls it with steaming water as well.
“I like this kind of music when I'm facing something I don't feel like doing. Floyd manages to capture the feeling quite well, along with some of the stuff done my Alice Cooper and Ozzy Osbourne.” He turns, leaving his cup to steep on it's own on the table. Glancing down at the now loosened tie he raises an eyebrow, however he doesn't comment. Instead he walks over to where the man is standing and without asking he undoes the tie complete and begins re-tying it with a simple but elegant knot. As he does this he speaks softly. “If you really like the music, there is a little switch under your desk, right hand side, that will turn on the speakers covertly placed around your desk area.”
He glances up, mid way through tying the tie. “The music will automatically turn off when the elevator doors to the floor open, so I don't have to worry about my music disturbing visitors. Next to the switch is a little nob which allows you to change the volume as well.” Snugging the tie into place, not too tight, but tight enough to angle his chin perfectly, he drops his hands but does not step back. His eyes are not reproachful neither is his tone as he begins speaking. “For many people who come to this floor, you are my face. You are what they see of me, and you are the first impression for everyone who steps out of that elevator.” He tilts his head slightly. “I have no problem if you don't want to wear your jacket, but I ask that you at least keep your tie strait.”
He does not sound disappointed, just as if he's delivering impassive instructions. Stepping back over to the table he picks up his tea and drops the bag into the garbage before heading over to his desk and sitting down. He motions towards the steaming cup of water and says in a light tone, “You are free to use the disposable cups for now, however please do not hesitate to bring in your own mug. It can live next to mine, heh.” He takes a moment to imagine what the man would be like on coffee and the smile on his lips widen at the images the thoughts conjure up. He watches with a soft look in his eyes as the man makes himself tea, listening quietly to anything he has to say.
“I like this kind of music when I'm facing something I don't feel like doing. Floyd manages to capture the feeling quite well, along with some of the stuff done my Alice Cooper and Ozzy Osbourne.” He turns, leaving his cup to steep on it's own on the table. Glancing down at the now loosened tie he raises an eyebrow, however he doesn't comment. Instead he walks over to where the man is standing and without asking he undoes the tie complete and begins re-tying it with a simple but elegant knot. As he does this he speaks softly. “If you really like the music, there is a little switch under your desk, right hand side, that will turn on the speakers covertly placed around your desk area.”
He glances up, mid way through tying the tie. “The music will automatically turn off when the elevator doors to the floor open, so I don't have to worry about my music disturbing visitors. Next to the switch is a little nob which allows you to change the volume as well.” Snugging the tie into place, not too tight, but tight enough to angle his chin perfectly, he drops his hands but does not step back. His eyes are not reproachful neither is his tone as he begins speaking. “For many people who come to this floor, you are my face. You are what they see of me, and you are the first impression for everyone who steps out of that elevator.” He tilts his head slightly. “I have no problem if you don't want to wear your jacket, but I ask that you at least keep your tie strait.”
He does not sound disappointed, just as if he's delivering impassive instructions. Stepping back over to the table he picks up his tea and drops the bag into the garbage before heading over to his desk and sitting down. He motions towards the steaming cup of water and says in a light tone, “You are free to use the disposable cups for now, however please do not hesitate to bring in your own mug. It can live next to mine, heh.” He takes a moment to imagine what the man would be like on coffee and the smile on his lips widen at the images the thoughts conjure up. He watches with a soft look in his eyes as the man makes himself tea, listening quietly to anything he has to say.
His brothers are whispering to one another as Illiendi comes back into the hall, once more making Amano smile gently and praise him in his mind. 'Keep this up, and I do believe my brothers will be truly green with envy even before the meal is finished' He remains sitting back against the back of his chair as Illiendi places the napkin however this time he has to try very hard not to gawk openly as to what else passes beyond the sight of his brothers. The flash of red makes him glance down briefly, however at the sound of the demon's voice he calls his attention to the meal before him and nods gently. “Thank you.” His tone is only slightly subdued, however it would be rather clear if one is paying attention.
With a little nod to signal everything is alright he turns his attention on to the actual contents of his meal. 'Peppers. . .I don't like peppers. They make me sneeze' Out of the corner of his eye he watches his mothers fingers close gently over the head of the rose. He spares he a glance to see how she is reacting to the demon's actions and he's not at all surprised that she no longer looks sad, and perhaps now, a little shy. 'I wonder what he's up to. Is he trying to further win her favor? I do not think he has to try so hard, something about him already has her well within his grasp should he choose to get to know her that way. . .' He does his best to not imagine his mother in such a situation, however having walked in on his parents before, it is no easy feat.
He eats at his steady pace, the food vanishing quicker from his plate than from his brothers' and mother's without Amano himself looking as if he's hurrying. At his side his mother begins speaking of her day, a new note in her voice that he tries to ignore. 'I am happy that she's no longer so sad as she was bare minutes ago, however I'd rather not think of mother being that much like father that she would accept such things so quickly and without much thought. . . .Who am I kidding, she married my father without much thought, not that she was given much of a choice, however now that I think about it, they do have some glaring similarities' He is careful as he eats to place the peppers off to the side of his plate in a neat row, following the curve of the edge.
He is on his last couple bites by the time his new manservant enters, and without looking hurried he finishes off the dish before Illiendi comes to a stop at his side. Once more the heated gaze of his brothers follow the demon, and his mother has a lighter look in her eyes now as she look upon him. Amano ignores this and sits back, watching Illiendi clear his dishes once more and offering him a soft smile and a nod.
With a little nod to signal everything is alright he turns his attention on to the actual contents of his meal. 'Peppers. . .I don't like peppers. They make me sneeze' Out of the corner of his eye he watches his mothers fingers close gently over the head of the rose. He spares he a glance to see how she is reacting to the demon's actions and he's not at all surprised that she no longer looks sad, and perhaps now, a little shy. 'I wonder what he's up to. Is he trying to further win her favor? I do not think he has to try so hard, something about him already has her well within his grasp should he choose to get to know her that way. . .' He does his best to not imagine his mother in such a situation, however having walked in on his parents before, it is no easy feat.
He eats at his steady pace, the food vanishing quicker from his plate than from his brothers' and mother's without Amano himself looking as if he's hurrying. At his side his mother begins speaking of her day, a new note in her voice that he tries to ignore. 'I am happy that she's no longer so sad as she was bare minutes ago, however I'd rather not think of mother being that much like father that she would accept such things so quickly and without much thought. . . .Who am I kidding, she married my father without much thought, not that she was given much of a choice, however now that I think about it, they do have some glaring similarities' He is careful as he eats to place the peppers off to the side of his plate in a neat row, following the curve of the edge.
He is on his last couple bites by the time his new manservant enters, and without looking hurried he finishes off the dish before Illiendi comes to a stop at his side. Once more the heated gaze of his brothers follow the demon, and his mother has a lighter look in her eyes now as she look upon him. Amano ignores this and sits back, watching Illiendi clear his dishes once more and offering him a soft smile and a nod.
Oki, makes sense. So we're going with the non immortal vampires and more animal based ones, got it!
Foolish slavers is acceptable, however in those cases it is the slaver's stupidity and not the procedure itself that brings about the death. However, I do not see Erik splitting hairs at this point. . .
Oh, I agree, no rushing the love thing :P Rushing makes for poor romances. I was just wondering if he was capable, or if you wanted him simply unable to feel such things :P Let things go as they will, and we'll see how they go, ne? I know Amano is already quite curious towards Illiendi, wanting to know more, and while he knows his body reacts to the demon, he thinks it's just a natural thing that happens to everybody :P
Maybe not defective. . .But perhaps lacking metal? Like. . . .Loki(Gabriel), from supernatural. He's tough, but he refuses to fight? I see the guardians as ones who are not exactly warrior material, or who have an affinity for humans that is a little unnatural for an angel.
Maybe not defective. . .But perhaps lacking metal? Like. . . .Loki(Gabriel), from supernatural. He's tough, but he refuses to fight? I see the guardians as ones who are not exactly warrior material, or who have an affinity for humans that is a little unnatural for an angel.
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