PopeAlessandros

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

Full to the brim with his own natural grace, Seishu has no problem with the exercise, his flexibility rivaling that of even Rasha's, though for other reasons. As the little ones cutely begin working together he lets off a soft sigh, rolling his eyes at Finn though he can not see it. 'I am always focused. You should be more specific with your admonishments young Tweedle' He chuckles softly at Starla's teasing, arch his body around in the position so he can see Rasha's reaction. He gives the dream a smile before sliding down into the next pose. On a whim, just for fun, when Finn asks how they are doing the Nightmare Guardian sinks down all the way to the floor, his legs perfectly strait out from his hip, and his forehead on the ground.

“Very relaxing. . .” he says with a hint of his old arrogance. At his side he hears the little ones utter sounds of amazement, while behind him Rasha's tail begins sweeping across the floor a little faster.

Rolling his eyes Finn murmurs, “Gee, I wonder how you got so flexible. . .Aren't you suppose to be injured?”

Lifting up just his head Seishu replies, “I am injured, and who ever said this didn't hurt?” Finn's eyes go a little wide and his attention is caught by Seishu's injured leg. The muscles are twitching and dancing, the strain on them a little more than they can take at the moment. The male plant sibling is about to scold him for overdoing it when his sister steps up behind the guardian. Planting a foot right near his backside she leans down, grabs his shoulders, and pulls him up until his leg is no longer shaking. The two of them share a look of mutual understanding before Seishu snaps his teeth at her and she rolls her eyes.

As a little tease, and out of his own morbid curiosity, Finn slides into the tortoise pose, his eyes on Seishu to see if A, he can do it, and B, if he is taking this as some sort of challenge. 'This pose would stress all three of his major wounds. . .If he does this one properly. . .More over, if he can do this one properly in his condition, then he's either really use to pain, or is more stubborn than any of us realize' Finn has to try desperately not to laugh as the others try and do the pose, even Rasha having a bit of a time with it, however his gaze falls back on Seishu as he begins shifting. Starla casts him a questioning glance however he just shakes his head and keeps his eyes on Seishu.

'Little brat, he knows this is gonna be a pain, I just know it. I'ma swat him so bad when we're done here. . . .If I have time. . . .' With a sigh Seishu shifts around, his hands sliding down between his legs as his body shifts lower and lower. At the first tug, a sharp pain in his shoulder, he grits his teeth and give Finn a rather intimidating look, forcing the minion to look away and swallow hard. However, without too much pain, Seishu manages to sink all the way into the position, his wounds not feeling too strained as his leg was in the other pose. 'Hah, that'll show him. . .Who am I kidding, I can still scar him with a look, something like this is just. . .' His eyes trail over to Enasi as he turns his head. One look at his counterpart and most of his thoughts just flutter away with a smile.

The Rebel Vampire

You really are evil. . . . . . :P

They are not plot holes by the way. In my head, 90% of the plot happens after the plan, and that I have given barely a thought. When I say pointing things out, I mean. . .Alexi has said he has covered every base for freeing all the slaves, so when I say he has it all covered, even if I haven't thought of all the bases, trust that he does, and even if I don't mention a particular base in RP and you find one, just come up with your own idea of how the plan succeeded, rather than telling me "This is why the plan would fail here." Know what I mean? I know after the plan there are a few scenarios where stuff could fall through, but for the plan to work. . . .I just need you to trust that Alexi thought of everything, even if I didn't :P

As for this leaving a lot of wok for me, I know my mind works differently than most people I know, but honestly? It's no work at all. Well, not work in the sense that I feels stressed or even have to go out of my way most of the time. That one part with Erik's thoughts about them already no longer trusting him, well, part of the plan Alexi has is contingent on them still trusting him, so I added the little guy, and the camp chatter, and as far as what I've put into the plot, 99% of the rebellion still trusts him. That is the furthest I've ever had to "go out of my way" but really, I like adding new characters :P And that would be one of those things I'd put forward as a request for the plan working, and one of the reasons I'm contemplating telling you the plan. If I hadn't got that part up, then you very well could have made his fears true and THEN I would have "Work" to do to fix everything. So, yeah. . .That's an example. . . .

Also, I hope you like the thing at the auction. . . .*Grins*

Edit: Oh, and sorry about moving Joseph into the room without asking!

The Power of The Fallen ~ PopeAlessandros x AkiBlue

“One of the greatest thing humans have ever created, if I do say so myself. . .” Kuro murmurs, looking over at Aoba once in a while while measuring out what he needs for the sauce. He chuckles softly. “It took me forever to try it since it doesn't naturally come with meat, me can be added of course to enhance the flavor, but after trying it for the first time, I became a little obsessed and began experimenting on different ways to make it, and now I think I have a great recipe you might like.” He half shrugs, mixing all the sauce fixings together. The thick creamy orange stuff swirls around and as he flicks the flame on under it Kuro dips in a clean finger to taste it real quick.

Sticking his finger in his mouth he lets out a long satisfied hum before tuning to Aoba with a wink. “It's called mac and cheese. Simple, but when made right, as you would put it, heavenly. . .” He chuckles, moving around Aoba to the drawer with the spices to put the rest away. Patting him on the head on the way back to the stove he says kindly, “They don't have to be perfect, just manageable. You're doing a good job of it, but try to relax, let it flow. . .Cooking is a mix of science, and art. The science is easy, the art, now that takes practice.” Checking the larger pot he trows in the noodles now that the water is at a boil, then sets about getting the dishes and cutlery ready. Pulling the stove open he quickly checks the bread crumbs, the spices settling in nicely, before turning off the oven now that they are lightly toasted.

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Now braced for the sight Fenrir once more lifts the mirror up and gazes into it. Wiping a tear from his cheek he lets out a long sigh, watching the angel work calmly and diligently beside the demon, the natural touch of fear in his hear for Aoba somehow dulled to see such a domestic interaction. With one last sigh the arch angel sets the mirror aside, wrapping it up tight and settles into bed. “Tomorrow, I'll start looking up how to get it upgraded. . .Gotta be careful. . .I'm not suppose to be the one with it, though since the parents turned it down. . .I wonder what the laws are on such things. . .” Rolling on his side, the angel is soon asleep.

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Kuro hums a little tune as he works, mixing the sauce absentmindedly before looking to Aoba. “By the way, when your done chopping, just slide those right into the sauce, er, this little pot with the orange goo, heh.”

The Rebel Vampire

You are evil, you know that?

Just kidding :P I tease. I'm just now really on the fence about all this. Having gone so far without you guessing the particulars of the plan, but my also wanting to see what you make of it, but I know I could wait and see what you make of it once it reaches fruition, but I wanna tell you now, but at the same time I've come so faaaar. . . .See what I mean?

*Grins* *Rolls around* A part of me just doesn't want the plan over thought, leaving the bare bones in my mind and just using things as they come along to flesh it out, but I know you like fleshing then working, or at least that's how it seems, but I think maybe if I tell you the plan, then we could agree to only adding the flesh when it comes up, I can answer all your questions as far as the bare bones go. . . .It would ruin the surprise, but then again I am curious. . . .

There also is one other part, and this part sounds selfish, and I pray you no take offence to it. . .But if I do tell you the plan, or even if I don't and it just plays out, please. . . .Let the plan work? Don't try and find ways in which it wouldn't work and just go with the idea that it would work? Too much over thinking takes all the romance and heart out of the plan. . . . .*Sniffles* *Sad puppy begging eyes* Pweeese?

But, yeah, one last time, do you REALLY wanna know the plan?

The Rebel Vampire

Alexi lets out a long sigh, knowing, or at least he thinks he knows, how much his beloved Joseph hates the auction house. 'Well, perhaps not the house so much as the guests, and the actual auction itself. I know it is cruel to ask such a thing of him, however in this life one must give if one expects to receive, so as he asks of me something, so too must he be willing to give. And Joseph, dear Joseph, is always seemingly willing to do just that' As they reach to bottom of the stairs Alexi reaches up, now able to divert his attention from his feet, and touches his head slave's forehead gently with his palm. “Thank you Joseph.” he murmurs before allowing the vampire to help him to the private dining hall. Slipping his arm away from the slave so he's standing on his own he smiles and nods.

“I am fine Joseph, now if you please, fetch what I need for your trip, and send for Uwin so I can have him arrange a ride for you.” giving the vampire's arm a squeeze Alexi slips alone into the dinning hall, watching as his brother first looks up, then stands up, his normally unreadable expression growing dark at the sight of his obviously weakened brother. He does not object when Mois flies over to help him to his seat and just smiles warmly, trying to calm his distraught sibling. Once Mois is seated, and Alexi served, the younger Vandros dismisses the servants standing by and looks to his brother with his most placating smile. It doesn't help, much.

However before Mois can fly into a rage Alexi reaches across the table and after a few silent moment the elder sibling huffs and reaches out as well, laying his rough callous hand in Alexi's soft pale one. Alexi wraps his fingers around his older brother's hand tight and murmurs, “I am sorry to have worried you, brother. I did not mean to, however last night I was in no condition to tempt my luck on the stairs.” Mois's grip tightens, but he stays silent. As children, Alexi always had a habit of rambling, and Mois never knew if what he had to say was important or just more random inane babble. They set up this system so that Mois would always know when to hold his tongue, and when he was free to interrupt his crazy little brother. Despite having the same father, the madness they both knew may afflict them seems to have as of yet to manifest in Mois, if he even has it to begin with. They know not if he is blessed enough as to have not inherited it.

Taking a slow breath Alexi calculates what he should and should not tell his brother, knowing he can trust the man, but not with everything. 'Technically Mois has more control over me than Joseph does, however since I have convinced him of the one thing, I may be able to. . .' With a huff, his mind does it's magic quickly and with another warm smile he begins speaking again. “I know the last thing you wish to hear is that things are going smoothly, at least as far as my plan goes, however I can not spare you the pain of knowing that yes, indeed, things will be progressing faster than predicted.” Mois visibly bites his lips at this, but otherwise his face returns to it's natural neutral state. “There has been a small change, one that will not affect the outcome, however I will have to warn you of some changes you may see in me over the next several weeks.”

'What did you do Alexi, you madman!?' Mois holds his tongue, unable to completely hide how worried he is, however as they sit there, the elder listening to his brother speak, he is able to calm his raging emotions to a point, allowing his brother free reign to speak. However at the mention of changes in Alexi his heart beat begins picking up again. 'First I have to hear from Joseph that you sliced open your own wrist, and that the plans are going to be sped up, but now I have to expect you to be changing!? GAH!' However, holding his tongue is one of the elder's specialties, and even as he goes on the only sigh of his worry remains his bottom lip being worried by white teeth.

'Poor Mois, I pray you forgive me some day' Just as he opens his mouth to explain Joseph comes in with the things he'll need to attend the auction and he shoots him a soft smile before turning his attention back to his brother. “He trusts me now, at least a little, and to keep things running smoothly, I have agreed to partake in that part of the plan personally, letting the exchange be mutual.” Mois's mouth snaps open however a sharp piercing look from Alexi snaps it back shut. Mois knows better then to just start blurting stuff out while not in somewhere secure like his hut or Alexi's room. His face becomes once more placid and he gives Mois' hand another soft squeeze. “It will be alright. He is not cruel, I will be fine, and that is all I will say on that matter.”

Mois knows Alexi will hear no argument so even as he pulls his hand back, leaving the elders hand limp and alone on the hard wood surface Mois tries to come up with what to say without letting anything slip while out in the open. His eyes cast about the room while he thinks, his hand eventually sliding back to pick up his fork, poking at his breakfast absentmindedly. Finally, he looks once more to his brothers face and murmurs, “You've been crying.” A simple statement, not a question, however Alexi knows he expects an answer.

The Rebel Vampire

*Nods* You're right, however I was referring to the fact that he still has that knee jerk response to obey, and it even hurts him to disobey. So I guess I was referring to a mix of his soft breaking and his long time wiring to listen to the master of the house, that and his trust in Alexi that keeps Joseph from being a factor for the plan in the particular instance I am thinking of.

I think it should be too :P *Plots* I think I do more plotting in this RP than with any other RP since you don't wanna know the whole plan :P

Over the Hill ~ ClosetMonster x PopeAlessandros

I has some ideas in mind, and at first Chall would blame himself out right, because that's the way he is, however I can see it developing in a way that leads to something more. . . Profound :P *Suddenly imagines Chall sleeping outside as self punishment* Heheheheh :P

The Rebel Vampire

Alexi played his role very well, not cruel, but strict and aloof. He was a lot more curt with Joseph, since it's easy for the slave to read his "son" he had to be. But now that the plan is in motion, and nothing can knock it off course(Save that one little thing which Joseph doesn't get to know about, but even then, yeah. . Hard broken, he has no chance of really standing in the way) he's acting a lot more like himself around Joseph :P

Also, I wanna play out the scene at the auction. I have a slave in mind for purposes you will find out about later :P I'll intro him when we reach that point :P

Over the Hill ~ ClosetMonster x PopeAlessandros

Oh, when they get bound to one another, Chall will become quite the little monster for a while :P He'll let all that silent ranting out, and boy, do I see sparks flying :P

The Power of The Fallen ~ PopeAlessandros x AkiBlue

Laughing openly at the excited little angel Kuro pats him in the back as he rushes off into the house to get washed up. ”Ah, I see food being a great motivator in the future. I better brush up on my cooking skills then' The demon moves at a more leisurely pace, coming to a stop just before the porch. “So, how am I doing? See anything messed up?”

From behind him a voice chuckles from the darkness. “You are fine little brother, at least from what I can see.” Dani chuckles one last time before retreating back into the barn.

Letting out a long sigh Kuro vaguely wonders if Dani is just telling him what he wants to hear, counting down the hours until some catastrophic event that will damage his energy and call their father to his side. However he shakes off the thought with a huff. 'No, he's too interested in my Little Mouse right now to be giving thought to such things. He's far simpler than that when it comes to the stuff that catches his attention' Kuro makes his way inside, rinsing off in the kitchen sink before perusing the shelves to try and figure out what to make. He hums and hahs, tilting his head this way and that before finally making his decision.

Pulling out what he needs he grabs an old pot from beneath the counter and rises it out before setting some water to boil, snatching up a saucepan and setting it on the stove as well. Working quickly he has the sauce simmering, the noodles boiling, and the crumbs browning in the oven by the time Aoba comes down. Hearing him call out the demon whirls, his head dropping almost comically to the side as he checks out Aoba's bare legs, a naughty smile trying desperately to tug his lips wide, however he manages to hold it back and instead give the smaller male a warm smile while looking him in the eyes. “Why yes, if you'd really like to. We need four celery stalks to chopped up into half inch chunks, need me to demonstrate?”

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Fenrir, finally at home for the evening, decides to take one last look at the mirror and finds himself promptly setting it face down on his bedside table. A long string of stifled laughter pours of of him, his hand clamped over his mouth, his other over his stomach. The sight of a demon cooking is just too much after the day he's had, and now all his stress bubbles out of him in the form of a long hard, firmly stifled, laugh.