PopeAlessandros

The Rebel Vampire

As he falls silent Joseph hands his master the tablet so he can get trough with the official part of sending Joseph out. His hand stills for a moment, the pen hovering just above the screen as his eyes close and the twinge of guilt over making his brother worry at last finds it's way to his heart. 'All of the good aside, he is my brother, and he will worry, and no matter the justification, I do still grieve the sadness he must endure' He is spared a long explanation by Joseph and as his eyes open he shots the man a smile before continuing with his work. Mois, now more than a little curious by what the vampire said looks back and forth between the two before settling on Alexi.

“So? What can you say on the matter, if not what I wish to hear?” His tone is calm, much of his frustration having waned having Joseph's calm presence in the room. No matter what he is really feeling, the vampire has always had a calming effect on the elder brother, and Mois is eternally grateful for that.

Alexi chuckles softly, looking to Mois with a mirth that he was not expecting. His eyes widen, brow rising questioningly. “Forgive me brother.” He murmurs softly, handing off the completed form to Joseph without looking. “It is just that. . .While His pain is great, his reaction was. . .Like having me around on one of my most joyful days at the age of seven. He was, like a child, almost, and I think. . .I think it was very good for him.”

Mois can not help but smile softly at the thought of any grown man, let alone a very put upon and strong willed rebel leader vampire, acting so light and child like. 'Alexi was so happy sometimes, but always in such a calm and affectionate way, I wonder. . .' “And what made you think of that? Ow did he. . . .?”

Alexi giggles softly, shaking his head a little. His tone falls a bit even if what he's saying is safe to say, it just feels right to whisper it. “He went from promised of vengeance to strong hug, for us both!” Mois's smile widens ever so slightly, quite amused at the image the words conjure inside his mind. He looks to Joseph, brow once more raised in question. His lighter mood causes him to look more youthful than normal.

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Uwin makes his way to the private dinning hall quickly, taking up a place just outside and standing at attention though there is no one around to see him. It is not often he is called into the house. In fact, he can count on one hand the amount of times it has happened in his time at the estate, and each time it had been important. He can not hear the voices from inside the room, most walls and doors of the building soundproof or near to it. Instead he contents himself with humming softly, and wondering over what he's been called in for.

A Bloody Murder

No problem, get well soon! Sorry for tiny post, I just didn't wanna go on a long monologue again and take over the entire interaction :P

A Bloody Murder

Rei continues reading while the food and drink is being situated, his expression notably more subdued from the last time the prince saw him thanks to the presence of the woman who clearly isn't too trilled to be in his presence. The last time she looks to him he looks back and watches as she nearly flees from him. 'Such easily spooked people. How does the king expect anything to get done around this place if just one odd looking 'child' puts them on edge?' When at last the prince takes a seat Rei relaxes ever so slightly and looks up, his head tilting to the side as he tries to figure out what he means by “good”. 'He could be asking if I took interest in any of this, or if the book was written well, or any other number of factors. Should I ask?' Mulling it over silently for several seconds he at last decides to just provide the answer to the most likely implication.

“I find it interesting, the views of the writer, on the exploits of the human hero of the tale.” He looks back to the book. “At least in this his foes were human also, save for a twisted mystic who was likely an undead, though the writer may not have known that.” He closes the large history book and looks to the meal. 'There are three plates, does this mean one each?' He gestures to the man slouched in the chair. “I also read a bit of his magic and intentions. He does not sleep by the way, it is a form of meditation I recognize from elder mystics.”

A moment later the old man chuckles and opens his eyes slowly. He meets Rei's gaze and for a moment they look to one another, silent thoughts passing between them before at last the man looks to the prince, sitting up a little straighter and motioning for one of the plates to be moved closer. Rei finally decides he's hungry as well and reaches across the table, grabbing up a slice of cold meat and sitting back in his seat, keeping the food away from the books and papers more out of his own desire not to soil them than any respect for the man's work. As he munches silently he decides to just sit and watch the two for a while, wondering what the old man will have to say now that the fae has outed him, and also wondering if he will tell the prince that he knows that Rei is a fae.

Magical Protection

Relax, I do not judge such things when RPing, letting my partner do as they will with their character's psyche(Don't know if that's spelled right), and only broaching the subject when asked. If you feel you are having trouble with a part of a psychological make-up, just ask, or make up what you want. I don't get picky :P

We'll take the low road.

No problem, you take your time, and get better! *Waggles finger*

Side note: For the cabin boy, I has some plans, but if it comes about that it makes more sense for you to intro him, all I ask is he be young, innocent, and not bald. . . .I can't stand bald. . . . .Maybe make this his first time at sea or something, only going into the sailing business for. . . ."Reasons" :P

We'll take the low road.

A small smile settles on Amano's face as Illiendi sweeps in and begins doing his job, and doing it with flare. Just the right amount without being flashy or drawing too much attention to what he is doing. Just enough to earn another approving glance from his father and make Amano feel proud. However, beneath the pride, the youth can feel an unease. The same unease that has been eating at him from the night prior, now sweeping back in to try and set him on edge. However he holds his own, listening as once more his father speaks, this time about the rumors. At this, a new worry sets up, thought it does not reflect on his face. 'Father is speaking of the things Illiendi. . .That I had Illiendi do last night. . .' He swallows softly, taking a quick drink of his tea as him mother gasps, looks of varying degrees of horror on his face and a faint turn away from her husband as such talk seems to make her upset.

However her attention is caught a moment later, as is the attention of the rest in the room, but the door opening and the final member of the direct family walking in. Raoul is a fine example of the best between both mother and father, his tall frame properly proportioned to give him a strong look without appearing bulky, his mothers fine features tempered into something far more manly while still appearing graceful. His sharp eyes pick out the sight of Illiendi immediately and his eyes stay on him for several seconds as he approaches the table before sliding over to his mother who had practically jumped up to greet him. He allows her her few moments of holding him tight, kissing his cheek, and carrying on much as if he were one for a year, before he helps her back to her seat politely and walks swiftly around his father to take up his own seat.

Raoul, while seemingly the most mild mannered and reasonable out of the three older siblings, has a way about him at times that leaves no doubt that he is the most dangerous of the three. Amano recalls that back when he was seven, how the eldest brother had held a blade to his throat and promised that if he ever tried to take a place at the top rung of their little fight for their father's position. 'He would not hesitate to take my life, had I not officially denounced my right to try for the title they so long for' He muses softly, trowing the tall male a warm smile. After agreeing never to try and take his place, Raoul had become the closest thing to kind as any of the brothers had managed to achieve, only teasing him in fun, and with a much less chance of leaving him maimed as the several time Burtis and Tawney had lead him into various perilous situations as a child.

'All things considered, Raoul may very likely take this all one of two ways. If it comes to the worst, he may see this as a challenge, though even if it was I would not have to worry about repercussions until I get back, or he may very well see this as the last confirmation that I have officially given in to never inheriting from father. For the prior, I have Illiendi to defend me, at least until he has what he needs from me and leaves, and for the latter, his support would be most welcome. I can even see him helping to talk father into blessing my journey. Perhaps even openly, garnering me more faith by the locals' Raoul returns his smile, that soft gleam in his eyes shifting into a calculating expression followed by a look of inquiry as his gaze travels from Illiendi then back to his youngest brother.

Before Amano can answer the look however Kenneth's booming voice once more fills the room. “Do you see that there Raoul? That is our dear little Amano's newest acquisition! A fine servant indeed, his cooking fare finer than we are use to around here.” He chuckles softly, taking another bite.

Amano takes the opportunity to cut in, with all the politeness he can, and finish introducing the demon. “This is Illiendi, a professional manservant from Marth. I purchased him myself, and he will be helping me with a venture you may have an interest in brother.” Though he has tree brothers, Raoul is the only one, in Amano's eyes, that has earned the title, and the only one he addresses thus.

Lady Chesia titters softly, looking to Amano with a lighthearted disapproving look. “Indeed, he has us all intrigued with this mysterious plan, however he won't tell us until discussing it with you father.”

Amano smiles softly at her. 'It is like being in a house made of naught but gossip mongers. Any bit of information I have given them, they feel free, no, feel compelled, to share' Raoul, who's gaze had traveled over each of them as they spoke, once more falls on to his little brother and with one last smile lets Amano know that he has nothing to fear from Raoul at the moment and lets out a contented sigh, using his teacup to cover it.

The Power of The Fallen ~ PopeAlessandros x AkiBlue

As he goes back to prepping what they will be eating with Kuro remembers when he first began cooking. It had been difficult to fine somewhere to actually do the cooking, stoves not really a public thing, so he actually had to content himself with grills and bonfires for a while. Cooking that way had been disastrous until he figures out what one could and could not make that way, with many odd looks by those who happen to pass by wondering what he was doing trying to bake a cake on an open flame. 'That would have been very funny, looking at it from the outside, and my sibling sure thought so. The ones what I saw when I began trying were real asses about it all. . .Not that they were great cooks, or even good cooks. I think it was more the fact that I was trying to cook that they found funny than anything else'

His head turns at the sound of Aoba moving and he smiles and nods as he slips the celery into the cheese sauce. 'Just the right amount of sharp to blend with the crisp and the cream. Lovely' Filling two cups with water he places them on the coffee table, no kitchen table yet present in the house, and settles the cutlery just so, taking pleasure in doing something he knows how to do. When at last everything looks right he's back at the stove in a flash, mixing, stirring, sniffing, tasting. Pulling out a strainer he looks over to where the angel is cleaning up and lets out a sift sigh. 'I need him to move, but he looks so adorable like this. . .Especially in that shirt and. . .' He shakes his head, clearing away a bit of the perversion before snapping his attention up to what the young angel is actually saying.

He thinks about it for a second, honestly wondering, but highly doubting, that Dani would even touch anything that not only has no meat in it, but has been dead and processed. 'Ah well, it couldn't hurt' he muses with a shrug. “I don't know, most likely not, but if you think it worth the asking, go for it!” Handing him a small towel to dry his hands the demon place s his hand on Aoba's back and moves him towards the door with a little nudge. “Go for it Little Mouse, he's more likely to say yes if you ask.” Once Aoba is out of the way he drops the colander into the sinks and grabs the pot of noddles after turning the stove off, and strains out the water carefully. 'I hope he doesn't think I was shooing him out of the kitchen' Shrugging he goes about finishing dinner, wondering about this and that.

Once the cheese and celery are mixed in properly Kuro ladles out two portions, one per bowl, and scoops up a handful of the spiced bread crumbs, scattering them over the top of the mach until there is a good layer across the top. The mac, now mostly hidden by a brown mass, is set out on the counter to cool as Kuro waits to see if Dani will be dinning with them this evening. Kuro meanwhile summons a container to store leftovers in and rinses out the remaining dishes. Placing them all carefully on the growing pile in the drying rack he hums softly, the tension rising for every moment Aoba is out of his sight. 'I know Dani can not hurt him, and he will defend him, however any time I can't see him, I can not help but worry. . . .I wonder why. . . .'

Magical Protection

Yu sits quietly, waiting for the boy to finish speaking before transforming, not wanting to interrupt him rudely by the sudden shift. 'He seeks truth, while so many in these days would prefer the beautiful lie. He denies me not, at least with his words, even if his heart has yet to settle' Bowing his hied low to his feet the youkai slowly stretches back until his nose it pointed up to the sky. Reality around the beast seems to bend slightly, like looking through a warped piece of glass, then with a faint shimmer, Yu sits looking completely human on the back of the bench where the cat had been only moments before. His nude form ripples as he stretches, remaining perfectly balanced on his backside while all his limbs reach outwards. As almost an afterthought when his body relaxes once more cloth seems to fly out of nowhere, wrapping around the figure until he is at last clothed in an kimono.

His silver hair gleams in the afternoon sun, the black streaks making it look much like his natural fur. However that is the only sign that he is anything but human, his tail, ears, and claws he normally has are gone, leaving him feeling a little bare, however for the boy's comfort, and his own safety, he will endure. His white skin almost appears otherworldly, however with the advances in human research, the possibility of having that color spliced into a baby is not impossible, though it is not recommended. Skin like Yu's would naturally burn easily, however as he is not human, Yu I safe from such things. Shaking out his hair the youkai shifts a bit until at last hopping off of the bench, catching his balance carefully. It has been a very long time since he's been in human form without his tail, and even before that, a long time since being in human form at all.

His hands fall gracefully back to his sides once his balance is gained and he looks to Ethan with that same warm cat smile, however on a human face it is bound to look different. “You ask a good question, one which, while simply answered, spans far beyond the truth of what I say, and into things both I can not discuss, and things I would rather not. That being said, I will answer what I can.” Walking carefully he stays within earshot of the human while he begins playing with thing with his human hands, the feel of the textures on his flesh far different than on his paws. “The truth of the matter is a sad history that began as wondrous, and peaceful. Youkai once lived along side humans, though not as depicted in films, with each race seen as equal and living in the open.”

He glances at Ethan before going on, poking at a trash bin. “It is not they thought themselves better, nor we better than they, we simply did not take such consideration, and we stayed apart in that even if we were known, as I was in my youth, by the locals, we did not live with, just always just off to the side.” He begins humming softly before going on, trying to think of how to word the next part. “Most. . . Most Youkai were content to live in their own communities, away from human settlements, however some of us were drawn to human, a need to nurture and protect them being a part of us, so it was we, those different from our more wild kindred, that would live and protect humans. Bringing them fortune, finding things that were lost, defending any particular place we consider our own from invading forces.”

Wandering back over to the bench Yu hops up on the back again, sitting with his legs crossed while leaning back to look at the sky. “We were never drawn to the darker sides of human nature, it naturally repelling us. . .However, human nature took a turn one day, and we, being not human, and not understood by humans, were cast under suspicion and cast out and denounced. We fell from our places as protectors, blamed for misfortunes we could not have hopped to stop, and, eventually, it became that we no longer protected humans. Openly or in secret. The risk to us on the whole was too great.” His hand slides up, clutching at his shoulder. Just beneath the tips of his fingers is where his scar begins, and with a soft sigh his eyes fall closed, trying not to think of that day.

Over the Hill ~ ClosetMonster x PopeAlessandros

As the horse rolls into motion the kirin grips his host a little tighter. Being positioned behind the man Chall's body more thoroughly feels the effects of the shifting of the beast's back legs and once more the youth is reminded just why he has little skill on a horse. 'They way their bodies move, so different from my own. Riding in a carriage is easier, because then my mind only registers the movements, but on the animal itself I can fell all the motions, all the jolts and muscle shifts. It's disconcerting to a pert of my mind. . .Most likely the kirin half. . .' He sighs softly, enjoying the countryside while it lasts, the various wild animals grown use to living so close to a human settlement scurrying and climbing this way and that, a few stopping to look at Chall as he passes. He looks back at them, when he catches them starring, only looking away when a particular shift of the animal beneath him jostles his wounded shoulder. At these he growls way down deep in his chest, but otherwise pays them no mind, knowing that neither horse nor handler are to blame. Instead he tries to occupy his time with the nature around him.

His magic, unlike most human magic, even his master's, relies heavily on his innate connection to nature. Animals, though not conscious of it, can feel that connection and as such, react differently to Chall than they would just a regular half kirin. When they finally pull into town, Chall has to refrain from hiding his face against his soon-to-be ex-host's back and his shoulder pain fades to the back of his mind. On a normal day in the castle town, when forced out into public, Chall has no problem walking proud. As the mage's apprentice he has garnered no small amount of respect, and everyone knows that messing with him is a very bad idea. . .Also, everyone recognizes him. 'However, even if word has come to town about me, there is no guarantee that those who attacked me aren't here. . .Or if they decide to take another crack at me that anyone would do anything about it. I can't just wantonly use my magic in town, too many people not involved may get hurt. Elemental magic cam be very unpredictable when used in a grand a scale as fighting back against a gang of men. . .'

He tries to sit up a little, to not look as timid as he is feeling, however a few of the more interested stares drive him to look away, fidgeting with his robe as if he's looking for something. His keen ears pick up a little of the chatter going on around them, and he can not help but let out a faint sigh of relief as he doesn't hear anything that sounds like plotting. Well, plotting concerning him anyways. 'Someone has a birthday coming up. Sounds like a fun surprise for whomever they are talking about. . . Chall muses silently, his tail swishing back and forth at the thought. Then just like that, they are through town and once more the young man feels his body relax a bit, and his pain return. The ride after the town is long and silent. Unsure of what to say to the large bear of a man seated before him, and needed to become more acquainted with the land before he uses it, Chall instead focuses on the world around him and keeps his magic flexing and contracting, letting it all get to know him better.

'It really is nice and peaceful around here. I can feel that the land is well cared for, and the animals are content. . .The air is far cleaner than in the city, and the people have not polluted it all too much' He lets out a sigh. 'It is nice here, however despite the comfort all this brings, a part of me still longs for home. . .For my brother. . .I pray he is well. . .'

When at last they reach the body of water Chall smiles, the feeling of a well loved pond enough to send happy trickles of magic through his system. He nods silently, his warm smile still in place as he slides off the horse. 'This place is well used, much life comes through here. It is tended, and cared for. Not only by the humans, but by water folk. This is a very good spot “Thank you.” he murmurs softly, not wanting to just walk off rudely without a word. Walking slowly up to the very edge he begins speaking softly, drawing out the herbs he will need when he exits and setting them aside on the bank before slowly, and unashamedly, slipping out of his clothing. For the magic to work properly, there needs to be nothing between himself, and the element he is entreating. His clothes fall into a heap as he begins chanting softly. The chant is short, a few simple words of placation to the spirits guarding the pond, before he steps in. Normally nature magic requires few to no words to work it, however when dealing directly with a request to any particular element, a few words of respect are standard.

As he walks in deeper, a slight turbulence takes place across the entire surface of the pod, the light splashing almost like it is shivering. The cool water against his flesh draws a sigh from the kirin, relaxing him even further. He knows humans are often particular about nudity so he stays facing away from Wren until at least what they call “Privates” are covered by the pond water. He turns, his eyes aglow with the magic gathering about him, and looks to the man with his warm smile making a reappearance. 'I do not know why, but I get the impression that he does not like magic all that much, despite being friends with a magic user. . .Perhaps if he sees some beautiful magic, he will change his mind. . .' Chall does not know why such a thing matters to him, not really caring what the man thinks since he has already decided to kick him out after only one night's rest, however he can not help the feeling of per the man seeing such a thing, important. Occasionally across the dancing water, a bit of the liquid seems to lift of the surface, and then skip around like a skipping stone across it before falling once more beneath the surface.

With a sigh he crouches, settling his normally raised heels on the mucky, by pond weed and such, bottom of the pond, and with a few slow arm movements he draws the water in to his wound, still just above the surface of the water. The magic is subtle, the jumping surface of the pond the only truly noticeable part of the spell save for Chall's glowing eyes, however as the water wraps around his shoulder, sliding in to repair rather than just heal his damaged muscles, his eyes fall closed, his head snapping back at the sudden cold sensation inside his body. The pond takes out it's own payment for the service in the form of a good portion of his magic which he can recover in a day or two, before leaving him entirely, his shoulder much better than it was before. The depth and viciousness of the wound keeps it from being heal all at once, but it is enough for him to move it without whimpering.

'Unfortunately, I see not being able to move far from this spot until I both finish healing, and regain my magic. The spirits in this pond are not use to being used, and the amount they took reflects that' He sighs softly, looking back to the man once more, his eyes normal. 'I guess it means going back to living outside. I am grateful for the day in a bed he gave me, I should not feel so disappointed. . .' The shivers on the surface are replaces with just the ripples that Chall himself creates as he begins walking out of the pond. The water, if anything, looks better than when he entered it, the insect life above it almost doubling and the fish coming up to feed contentedly. They are few, and very small, most likely brought by the spirits long ago for fun.

Stepping out Chall turns to the side a bit, to be polite should Wren be one of the humans ashamed of such things, and takes a seat by the herbs he set aside before the trip into the waters. He hums softly as he prepares the ingredients, the mixture of which with work as a supplement to the pond's healing and keep him from tearing open the newly repaired muscle. The grass beneath him feels naturally damp and as the trees above rustle in the breeze he shifts at the blades tickle his backside. The silence having gone on long enough, and the kirin being in a much better mood than he was before, Chall speaks up loud enough for the man to hear as he works. “This place is very nice. Well used, and unspoiled. Those who use it do so with respect, whether they know it or not, and the spirits are pleased. . .”

The Rebel Vampire

That works, thanks [=|:)

Hmmm. . . Interesting way to think about it. . . .In the story itself it may be that he is personally having no affect on the way things roll on, however in my own head, he is actually contributing to it quite a bit. . .As far as my own personal figurings and the never ending flow of ideas and thoughts and. . .Other things :P His thoughts and actions have had a silent impact at this point from your perspective :P

The explenation for the rebels. . . .Should be satisfactory, but when it come to it I'll tell you first and we can work out any plot issues you may have with it then to make it work the way Alexi planned it, but at that point, that's when the real story begins, so your input will become far more called upon by then. You may wanna start coming up with ideas about what happens when all the slave's are freed. I know I have some very VERY vague ideas(Don't wanna plan too far int he future) but I would love to have you drop in some ideas to work about when the time comes, or even store some here as to not forget them :P

Have fun scribbling :P Oh, and again, sorry, I really should have asked, and yeah, I know it was kinda an odd place, but just a note, Alexi is, if you don't mind the assumption, working on the stuff Joseph will need for the auction, and you are free to bring Uwin in should you see fit. I didn't wanna just force Joseph to stand there silent during the whole exchange between the brothers, so I picked a spot he may have something to say, and Alexi is confident that Joseph understands not to say too much in public either :P