PopeAlessandros

Over the Hill ~ ClosetMonster x PopeAlessandros

*Poke* *Points up*

The Rebel Vampire

Despite the disagreement, the complete tear down his once mentor seems to do to himself, Mois can not stop a faint smile from finding it's way to his lips as the older male speaks. 'Ah, Joseph. . . .If only you understood. I know what you were about to say there, it is quite obvious to me. I am an officer in the crime detection league after all. I know, that Alexi would have prepared for such a betrayal. In fact, I know this. I was after all the one to instal the very things that would have stopped you. He plays us both so well, don't you think? No matter how much it killed you however, he would forgive you, and ultimately he'd have found a way to work it all to his advantage. Do not feel so bad, old friend. . .' He sighs softly. 'I have no right to call you that, not like Alexi. You've always been closer to him, but I am glad you at least believe you serve me just as fervently'

His smile only grows as he speaks of his faith, the confession of why he feels the need to server Alexi even if he was no slave logged away to be revealed to his little brother at a later date. As the elder slave falls silent Mois stretches, a light groan finding it's way out before he drops his arms across his stomach as he slouches down into the chair. His looks is soft as he casts his eyes once more at Joseph. “I never called you faith blind Joseph. I know you are no fool, and I also know we are not exactly the most special Vandros you have ever served, save Alexi's ambition to change the world, and the likeliness of it succeeding.” He shrugs best he can from his position. “It does not matter what the faith is built from, the fact still remains that if he called from a distance for you to duck, you would do so without checking for the reason, you would react without needing proof that your actions are necessary.”

He shakes his head softly, doing his best to pull himself into a proper sitting position without looking like an overweight man stuck on a park bench. However his body it too tired to allow him any grace at this point and he ends up growling to himself before just sliding off the chair to sit on the floor. With another faint groan he looks to Joseph. “Forgive me, I am tired and may be just speaking from the tired, but even if you came about your faith scientifically, I am comforted by the fact that you do not deny having faith. It makes me happy.” Pushing himself up he stands looking to Joseph with a half smile. “However, one of these days, I will prove to you that what you feel towards Alexi, and your trust in me, are two very different things.”

Reaching out he grips the vampires shoulder tightly in a friendly manner before looking towards his bed room. “I am grateful for the update, Joseph, I feel I will be able to sleep now, thank you.” He turns back to the older male. “I am sure there are a bunch of things you have left on that over full plate you stack for yourself left to do this night, Alexi's false suicide attempt and your trip to report it making you over late for many things. Go now, and thank you again. Now, I will be able to sleep.” Humming softly he makes his way back to his room, throwing off his robe to the floor before collapsing into his bed for the second time this evening. However, this time, sleep is swift in finding him, even as the nightmares soon follow with gruesome images of a future he prays will never come.

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

If you hate the idea, then we can change it, but if you wanna know my thinking, here we go.

All things in the universe, if I recall my Sci-Fi correctly, is made of two thing, Matter, and Energy. Our last set goal, was to make Matter, and Space. In other words, something and nothing. However in doing that, we would be changing the very nature of the entire universe. Now, before you say we already did that, hear me out. Three of the things we've made have basically inert, nearly completely dependent on use to do anything. The only thing that seems to do anything without us, is Light. However that light, need us to be created, and without the constant flow of energy around it, would likely go out, because even if we made it, it is not a self sustaining thing, because it is not made of 'Something' yet. Or should I say, there is nothing around yet to "Cast" the light. The sun make light, light bulbs make light, right now, light is little more than a concept.

Anyways, back to my thought. Science crap: My idea revolves around the concept that all things in the universe are created of Matter and Energy, so the opposite of all that would be Anti-matter(space where there is no matter(I know that's not what anti-matter is in Star Trek terms, but meh. . . Or is it?)) and. . . .? I fell on that for a bit, so, I came up with a different formula. I can see out universe being made up of Mtter and Positive energy, and Anti-matter(Space) and Negative energy. Setting aside the whole idea that Matter and Anti-matter can not meet (Since we don't have to follow true sci-fi rules in our Sci-fi :P) this whole idea would open the door to converting Energy to Matter, and vice versa, as we go along.

Just in case, I thought up some examples. Sound is created through the vibration of Matter, and is silenced through traveling through Space. The vibrating matter uses Energy to vibrate, but once it is used, the energy vanishes. I know the laws of the universe says that everything flows in an endless cycle, but if you think about it, where does that bio energy go after powering your muscles, turning into heat, and floating into the air? If we crate our universe in this idea I cam up with, the heat would dissipate into negative energy, and would be used for negative energy purposes. This way, we don't have to worry(As I was for a little while) about how negative energy will still have a place with all this matter and (To my eyes) positive energy comes about. A human growing? Positive energy/matter. A human aging? Negative energy/matter.

Now, back to the threads themselves. If the threads are converted to creating Matter, and by default, positive energy, then the spaces around them would be given purpose, and given a shape of their own, perhaps ribbons(*Wink* *Wink* *Smile*) and would take on the qualities of Anti-matter(Space) and negative energy, making working with bother easier and a more tangible thing. Right now, we both know Light and Sound are far more tangible than Darkness and Silence, if we work both of those into their rightful places, I can see them inspiring our beings into understanding better the world around them, and taking away a touch of the unknown so it becomes less disturbing for both of them.

But, again, if you hate my idea and don't want to be so grandiose with it, I can change my post and make things a heck of a lot simpler. . . .I won't mind too much since we are creating this world together and I should know by now not to suddenly make big decisions like this without you. I just didn't wanna end up with another month long discussion and was hoping it would make sense to you without explaining, and perhaps you would throw in your own ideas about all this too. I had this funny visual of the "Nothing" taking form and Tahaan poking at this somehow familiar but odd new thing he didn't intend for them to make exactly :P

The Rebel Vampire

And a good one at that. I been sick, along with busy, but I will try to get up a reply tomorrow!

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

~With a soft smile Seishu continues singing, the sudden appearance of the tunnel making him happier for some reason. As Enasi walks into the open area, he figures out why it made him happy.

He changed the world to get to me faster.

It is what I was looking for.

He tilts his head cutely as the other guardian looks in his direction, his song continuing even as his passions flare at the other's actions. The fall, the laughter, it all works to draw him in. His song changes as he begins walking in closer to Enasi, his body swaying along with the music. He doesn't really mean to dance along with the song, knowing how cheesy and trite it must seem, but as the moment takes him, he can not help his body's elegant movements.

He lays there so innocently.

It's as if he doesn't know how it will affect me.

Can that be?

Or does he mean to tease me. . .'

His smile remains in place, even as the walls seem to begin providing back-up, the stars above providing the music. As the song comes close to the end Seishu slides into the large pillow beside Enasi, the nature of pillows making it so they are laying right along side one another. He has no objections and indeed take the opportunity to slip a hand across the smaller male's waist, taking a firm but gentle hold upon his hip to keep him from moving away. He knows the song is not entirely accurate, but for his feeling deep inside, it feels very accurate to a point.

When the song finally ends and the stars simply take up a light, warm, sensual tune, Seishu does a bit of practiced trickery and flips them around so that they resemble their positions in the waking world. His smile now takes on a truly wicked tone and he slides his other hand around to hold Enasi in place. “So, what do you think luv? Comfy enough? Or do I need to add more. . .” His lids fall to half mast. “Or, would you like to add something?” His tone is mischievous, his implications obvious even as he slides a hand slowly up his counterpart's back.~

The Power of The Fallen ~ PopeAlessandros x AkiBlue

Kuro lets out a little chuckle. "When have you ever been a burden? It is for me to decide such things, silly Little Mouse.” He knows the angel will not take him seriously, but he feels the need to say it anyways. Setting up at a brisk pace at the smaller male's side he begins humming softly, going over all that still needs to be done, and randomly how those up in heaven are viewing his helping their little fallen wonder. 'I wonder if they consider it cheating that I'm helping him out with all this stuff. I mean, I'm making him do work, but with me around, there is no chance of failure, and a very small chance of getting killed. . .Do they even bother with the fallen after they fall? Hmmm. . . '

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Hopping up on to one of the posts of the newly made pig pen Dani bounces along them until suddenly turning and hopping atop the nearest pig. It squeals and tries to run, but Dani just hops on to the next one, bouncing around the pen until all the animals are running this way and that, making his noises of fear. With a grin he hops to the side, watching the madness for a while until they begin to settle, once more wandering around and scratching at the ground. 'Bored now. . .' Instead of moving on to the next animal to begin their torment he heads into the barn, popping up into the loft where he's carved out a place for himself the night before.

Settling into the nest shaped hay fort he made himself he scrambles to the middle and brushes aside the hay so he can look down at the pregnant cow directly beneath him. For once, his mind is rather calm, his contemplation of the beast below while fairly complex, it remains linear, and free of his usual sporadic declarative indicative of his standard level of madness. “I've never been so close to life before Okaa.” He doesn't care what his brother and the toy will name her, if they ever do. He will simply call her “Mother”. The cow shifts at his voice, but mostly ignores the demonic gaze from above. “I mean, you have a baby in there, right? And when you give birth, that will be life, coming out into the world. . . .I've never seen that. . .Or even been near it for that matter. . . .I wonder what it will be like. . . .”

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Closing his door with a long sigh, Fenrir sits down at his desk, shaking his head softly.'It was to be expected, and I do not blame them. After all, he is, in all likeliness. . .' The arch angel sets down a small flat rectangular package, about the size of both of his hands put together wrapped in white silk. He stares at it for a long time, lamenting the fact that, as Aoba's adviser, it had fallen to him to not only deliver the news, but to present the object to the young angel's parents. 'I never wanted this to happen, and had I known anything even remotely like this would come to be by this one careless order on my part, I would not have been so foolish. I would have stopped myself from treating him so foolishly'

He sighs as once again his eyes fall on to the silk wrapped object. A part of him desires strongly to unwrap it, and as his parents have chosen not to take it, he has every right. He is silent for many long minutes, staring at the object without really seeing it. He almost doesn't even notice his hand snaking out, only seeming to respond as his fingers curl around the ties holding the package closed. With a final sigh he gives the shiny white ribbon a tug and murmurs, “It is better to know, than to drive myself mad with wondering. Almost like magic the silk falls away as the tie is pulled and with a sift sound the cloth slides completely off the surface of the object inside.

The dark wood frame is painted with gold leaf, giving it a warm yet metallic quality, the object in the frame almost looking like a very blurry movie from it's place on the table. The object, is a soul mirror. This object is normally used by guardian angels to keep an eye on their targets, but over the years it became a tradition to present these mirrors to the families of fallen angels for them to keep an eye on their kin. However, after a time, it also became almost customary to turn down the mirror. It became quite clear that keeping an eye on their fallen family is far more painful than just hoping for the best in ignorance. However Fenrir has never been big on not knowing, so with faint trepidation he pulls the soul mirror in close, the object already keyed on to Aoba gaining focus as he takes the frame in hand.

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

~Seishu sighs softly, watching the shadow of his companion pass by behind a sheet.

Well, he is trying.

That's a start.

I think I'll. . . .

Turning her races to the center of the maze, grabbing up sheets here and there until he has a long string of them behind him. The center is clear of all but the plush blue tinted grass. He chuckles softly and races around and around, dropping the sheets here and there until the entire area is covered. He begins singing again, this time in lower tones and with a definite rough edge to it. Lifting his arms he draws in more sheets until they stack up high enough to make an open dome above the middle area. He knows the new creation will be easily visible to his counterpart so he works quickly, laying down plush pillows the size of kiddy pools and hanging fine gossamer cloth here and there in mid air around the circular area.

There we are.

Perfect.

With a final nod he races off to the side, away from Enasi so he will feel the pull, and hopefully, come to the open topped dome.~

We'll take the low road.

“Ow! What?” Rubbing his head Amano looks back into the room, shoving the box that attacked him aside to watches as Illiendi prepares to leave. 'What did he? Oh, right. . .I guess we've done enough if he's ready to go. . .' A gnawing feeling starts up in the pit of his stomach as he thinks on the following morning with more and more trepidation, however he looks to his demon with all the confidence he cam muster and smiles. “I'm sure you have things to do, and with you there with me tomorrow, I am sure you can help me with anything I forget.” He gestures to the desk. “I will study it all once I find what I am looking for, then it is off to bed.” His smile warms a bit. “Thank you Illiendi.”

With that he turns back to his task of finding that scabbard he knows he has. . . Somewhere. 'I could have sworn I put it on the top shelf, but it wasn't there. I do not think my brothers have been in here to mess with my stuff. Maybe it fell when I' He yelps as yet again something smashes into his head, however this time it is followed by a cry of victory. The source of the now growing lump on his head just so happens to be the box he was looking for. “Perfect! I hope the fall did not damage it. . .” Settling back on his rump he lays the box across his knees and flips the latches open. Popping the lid up he smiles with a soft sigh.

There, laying on purple velvet, is the unmarred scabbard, presented to him with honors. 'First thing I earned on my own. . .' The cool blue surface is inlayed with silver leaf and vine patterns, the usual brown leather harness straps stained black by a professional tanner. His fingers run across the smooth cold surface of the metal around the top, sliding across the shoulder strap and down to the fine silver buckles that hold it all in place. “Just like the ones used by professionals. . .” He smiles fondly at the memory before closing the lid. Spotting the other box he was looking for he snatches it up and brings both over to the desk. Settling them down he checks the room quickly to make sure Illiendi is gone before slipping out of his robe and scooping up his notes.

Shivering, he stacks the papers quickly to make them easier to carry before shuffling swiftly over to his bed. Sliding between the warm sheets the silken fibers feel so welcoming on his nude form. He takes a moment, setting the papers down, then in a mad dash runs to retrieve the lantern, settling it on his bedside table before diving once more between the sheets much like a playful child. Rolling and curling he manages to get comfortable with his head and arms above the covers, his body propped up on a few pillows so he can read over his notes. It does not take long for the comfortable sheets and warmth to make his eyelids droop, however he manages to read through all the notes before reaching over and snuffing out the light.

'Tomorrow, I will face my father, not as his son, but as a man with a plan, and the will to see it done. Even if I am not that man yet, with Illiendi's help, I pray I will at least be able to show him what I long to be' The fire grows dim, hiding more and more of the room from his barely opened eyes, until at last all things fade, and Amano becomes dead to the world. A demon walks his halls, and Amano could not feels safer if the lord himself laid a hand upon him.

The Power of The Fallen ~ PopeAlessandros x AkiBlue

Kuro shifts around so Aoba is in front of him and murmurs “Stay facing forward so no one bumps your wings, alright?” His gaze darts around the room as various sets of eyes fall on the pair of them. Some are curious, some, disapproving, but all seem to have some judgment or another behind their eyes that makes Kuro roll his eyes. 'Humans are like any other species, so judgmental, thinking they know what's what from their little tidbits of information and what they see for themselves. It would be funny if it weren't so sad. I mean, I bet most of the town already thinks he and I are lovers despite the fact that neither of us have said as such, but that won't stop all those teens from flocking in and trying to score with one of us or the other'

He snorts softly, setting the basket up on the conveyer belt so the check out girl can begin scanning their purchase. The bagger looks up, smiling at Aoba before looking to Kuro and asking, “Paper or plastic?” His gaze immediately goes back to Aoba and the demon has to fight not to growl.

“Plastic, double bagged if you would sir.” His voice is honey sweet and at the sound of it the young man turns his attention on to Kuro and seems to look a little mystified as he begins doing as asked. 'I can at least keep him from ogling. . .' Kuro hums softly, paying for their purchase before making his way out back into the warm air of the outside world, the angel along side him. He lets out a long sigh and growls softly. 'My Little Mouse' Smiling down at the brunet he tilts his head to the side. “So, do you want to walk back, or fly?” He asks softly as to not be overheard.

A Bloody Murder

Moving swiftly and smoothly Rei follows behind the prince as he dashes along into and through the palace. 'He really is in a hurry. I wonder how late he is. . .' The fae had not looked up when the prince had stopped, instead taking the opportunity to get close to the young man without looking hurried. As they step into the throne room Rei tenses, sensing hostility, but as Alessandro walks towards the source of it without hesitation Rei keeps his hands in check. 'This must be one of his tutors' He eyes the cane. 'Yes, I am sure of that now' He remains on edge, just in case the rodent looking man decides to take out his hostility on the assassin's ward, however he relaxes a moment later as the cane is put down.

What follows confuses the hell out of the fae. He takes up a place about halfway between the tutor and the end of the hall where the young man does his turn, not even bothering to look for something to sit on, simply sitting on the cool stone floor as if it is the most natural thing ever. When he first does this he notices the instructor looking to him now and again with a sneer, however as the session goes on Rei begins ignoring the man completely save for when the prince is near him. The hours pass, and the fae begins to understand what the man wants out of the prince, however it is still a mystery as to why he wants it.

'Is it some royalty thing? Is it really important for him to carry a book on his head if he is to be king? I have never seen a king with a book on his head, let alone making it look natural. How is he expected to carry that thing like that on his head, his head is pointed, like that of most humans. . .Perhaps if his hair was thicker, but that is not something once can really change, and with that slick black wig, he really is asking a lot' He tilts his head this way and that, curiously trying to figure things out, until at last the man leaves with a few choice declarations. As soon as he is out of sight Rei stands and moves closer to the prince.

Following along side of him for a few seconds he examines the activity closely until, with a sharp nod, he wanders off to the table. There are a few other tomes on the wooden surface and after thinking a bit, he grabs the one closest to the size of the one the prince has. The book feels light to his fingers, however he has an unfair advantage over the prince. His small frame hides a lot of power. Walking over to where the prince was practicing he plops the book on his head and starts walking. His hair packed under his hat helps a little, however his natural grace mixed with his training at walking silently helps him to master the skill in only one pass.

He walks along at his normal speed, tucking his hands into his pockets, having never had them before he finds it slightly entertaining, and walks as if he's putting no effort into the task. Once he pulls even with the prince again he carefully removes the book from his head and looks up into the taller male's eyes. “What is the point of this training?”