PopeAlessandros

The Rebel Vampire

I worry for him too, and I also know a lot of smokers. My mother would have been smoking in the delivery room if it was allowed. :P Okay, she wasn't that bad, but she didn't stop smoking until three months before I was born, and picked it up right afterwards, and still to this day smokes. So does my father, and most of my other relatives. My Uncle Don smokes cigars. I find cigars and pipe tobacco less repugnant than cigarettes, in fact I love the smell of some tobaccos, but cigarettes always stink, make me cough and such. I calm my nerves by writing, and other harmless things that are not bad for my body, so I can fault people for doing something that they know is bad for them :P

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

With everyone in place, and the turtle bus out of the way Seishu comes in closer, hovering a few yards above Enasi. His expression is unreadable, so many things going through his mind and heart right now that all he can present, is nothing. He had originally planned on being very rational, telling Enasi that he wanted to talk, somewhere where they could speak freely, and once in their world he would be able to not overreact and start spitting fire at Enasi for his foolishness. However as he looks down at his counterpart, the obviousness of his not wanting to be there, speaking to him, Seishu can not help his impulsive nature. Drawing out the syringe he brought he makes sure Enasi is watching before plunging it into his own arm and injecting half the sedative into his body. He becomes immediately drowsy and with barely a hand full of wing beats, they stop altogether, and he falls.

The Rebel Vampire

I'm glad you like it. I hate smoking myself, however it is one of the best ways, at least in my mind, to define a character in any story. Since I don't like it, i give it to people I do not like, and normally make them rather uncaring when it comes to how the people around them react to it :P I added int he part about cigarettes and the elimination of them, along with the fact that Mois and Alexi don't smoke, again mostly because I personally hate the habit :P Since I'm "Playing" them, it would not do for me to try and pretend to know what liking the activity is like.

The Power of The Fallen ~ PopeAlessandros x AkiBlue

Dani slowly turns his head to watch the angel walk out of the barn after his comment. 'Who's that baby calling a child?' Huffing lightly he turns his attention back to the mama cow. “That angel is an odd one. I could eat him in less time than it takes to draw a breath, and he still looks at me sometimes like. . .Like I'm as harmless as you. Weird huh? Even you know how dangerous I am, and you're and animal.” The cow moos softly and Dani laughs. “You for that right. And who would want to be an 'adorable child' anyways?” She moos again. “Well I suppose. . .”

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Kuro feeds the pig with Aoba, his mood lightened after watching his brother fall into utter shock over the self sacrifice of some species. 'Humans are that way too, at least the dying for their young part, but I think I made the right choice about the spider. More of a shock to find out that some dye just for the chance at breeding' He chuckles softly before turning his attention to the man at his side. As he laments soiling his clothing the demon is about to tell him that he can wash the dirt out when without warning Aoba decides to head over to the run to take care of the birds. With a smile he nods, watching the angel's shaky takeoff, following his flight until he lands. The stumble makes his smile widen before he too turns to speak to an animal. The pigs skitter this way and that as he moves closer to the pen once more, having waited away from the food until he was done placing it and stepped away. Unlike the mother cow, these pigs seems as skittish as any animal should be around a demon.

“You know, as cute and helpless as he seems, this spike every once in a while of need to do things on his own speaks to me. He wants so badly to be self sufficient, and here I go behind his back every so often to help in ways he doesn't even know of. Almost feels like I'm lying to him. . .” The pigs snort and snuffle, wanting to get back to their food. So, with a smile of thanks for them listening, he moves away to the barn. Passing his brother, still deep in conversation with the pregnant female, he settles in to wait for Aoba against a stall door. 'But it's not really lying' he continues on silently. 'And even if it was, I have no problem doing it. If it for his benefit, it doesn't really matter. Sure, he'll get mad at me if he finds out I have been less than honest, but I have the feeling he's got some system for putting all my “bad habits" in the “He's a demon” category in his mind. There are some things I feel he wants to call me on, but because I'm a demon, he. . .He doesn't excuse them, he just sets them aside, labeling it a demon thing out of comfort'

There has been many times the little angel had seemed ready to say something, only to bite his tongue and almost ignore Kuro until he was done with whatever he was doing. The demon has no idea what exactly it means, however for now he contents himself with his explanation. When Aoba finally shows up he directs him to stand in the same place as the day before and begins driving out the small herd of animals. There is a chorus of noises from the sheep and cows, mostly objections at having to pass so close to Dani, however eventually they are all out of the barn and heading for the turn point. “All your Little Mouse!” he calls out before racing over to open the gate, taking his place off to the side to keep them from wandering over to the road. Once they are all in the pasture and the gate is close Kuro smiles at Aoba and motions towards the barn. “I saw some of the stuff we will need in the storage area, the place with the food in it. After you!” He seems rather cheerful, the prospect of watching Aoba engage in actual hard manual labor very alluring to the easily amused demon.

A Bloody Murder

As he waits for the prince to mull over the first part of his tale, Rei downs a bit of his meal. The expenditure of magic for the day has been higher than usual and as such he feels a little drained, however a little food is all he needs to replenish for now, and later, a trip to the garden. When motioned to continue he washes his mouthful down before going on. “From that day on to my fifteenth year of life, I lived in an assassin's guild. The man who stayed the blade on my life became my unofficial caretaker, however the entire guild had a hand in raising me. I. . .Do not recall too much of the youngest years, however after the age of five I recollect the coldness growing inside me.” He looks to the prince. “I am sure it is still there, though I can no longer consciously feel it.” He looks to his hands as he continues.

“I trained in many weapons, each member insisting that I would be best with this or that, until at last we found the perfect weapon. Due to my speed and reaction time, along with the precision I learned from my second father while practicing on the easy marks he would pick for me, my current weapon is what I am most efficient with.” On instinct his hand falls down to the handle of his blade, lifting it slightly to make sure it is clear of it's scabbard. An old habit, and one that has served him well. “At first, I was a bit obstinate, I recall many beating for not listening, and for the most part they did the trick in getting me to do as they wanted of me. However, I was able to stand fast on not killing the people they brought in for the other young ones like me to practice on. If it was not a mark with a contract on them, I would not take their life.”

He lets out a low hum as he thinks about it. “The other children would, and it was a note of shame on my second father for quite some time that I would not obey him in that. However with my excellent performance on the easy missions that shame soon was forgotten.” He looks at the prince, and with a slow nod he says, “By the age of twelve, I no longer needed direction, or correction. I could hold my own against almost any other assassin in the guild, my magic having awoken and given me quite the edge, as he would put it.” He now keeps his eyes on the prince, wanting to see his reactions, unsure of what to expect. “However, holding my own was not good enough. As I said, family bonds among my race are far stronger than it is for humans, and with my violent upbringing, I did not seek to mourn their passing. Indeed, I consciously felt nothing for them by the age of ten, but by then my instincts had enveloped them, and I reacted to the need the only way I knew how.” He tilts his head to the side. “I sought to repay them those lives they took.”

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

~Well, this is odd.

Seishu curls further around the feeling, once more thinking of Enasi but this time far more strongly. The wondering does not last long as he suddenly feels the pull. Being alone he once again recalls the joy of the feeling, knowing that he is to be taken from the nothing. However even as he recollects the joy, he can not help but miss the sadness he's felt as of late from it. The longing to stay asleep is something he will miss greatly.~

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Seishu wakes slowly to the smell of food, the presence at his side immediately making him recoil his energy, and audible sigh of relief from Rue making him smile softly. “Sorry about that Little Bite.” A fond giggle sounds out from his left and with a chuckle of his own he opens his eyes, looking the the direction of the mirth. Both Rue and Inui smile fondly at Seishu and after carefully setting their plates aside they crawl right on top of the wounded guardian. He can not help laughing aloud as soon they are joined by Rasha, a flying leap right into the middle of them and purring loudly. The siblings roll their eyes, smiling softly while Cho covers his mouth with his hand to hide his own giggles. The other two in the room refuse to be overtaken by their relief of seeing him recovered, standing silently and waiting.

“Yes, yes, I'm awake, and still in one piece, no thanks to a bit of over kindness and forgetfulness.” He ruffles Inui's hair, feeling the strain on his system as if it were his own. Giving the three one last hug he shuffles them back so he can sit up before letting them scoot in again. Looking to the two stoic members of the group he sighs, quickly summarizing what happened. The room listens silently, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place, and the reasoning behind Enasi's reaction rather clear now. Seishu does not bother looking around for Enasi, knowing he is nowhere nearby, and indeed feeling quite hurt at that. Even the siblings can see the pain in his gaze, however no one addresses it other than Rue wrapping his arms around the guardian's waist and hugging him tight.

The room is silent for a long moment, each lost in their own thoughts, until at last the silence is broken by a long sigh from Seishu. Shooing the little ones off his bed the guardian follows them off, standing on mostly steady feet. Looking to Crios he says softly, “Do you have any sedative left Doc?” The doctor looks confused but nods, moving slowly over to Seishu as he holds his hand out expectantly. Passing the syringe over silently Crios can feel everyone in the room tensing. Quite calmly and softly Seishu explains simple, “Enasi and I need to talk. I want you all to run interference while we do this, keep the rest of the dream denizens away from us.” The sudden orders catch them by surprise but as the Nightmare Guardian immediately follows them by heading for the door, they have no time to question them and instead fall in step behind him without a word.

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The turtle bus sighs softly, casting it's eyes towards the palace.

'Just because you fear for them, does not mean you should rob them of the experience of growing up.”

He looks down at his guardian with kind eyes.

”It is in our nature, both dream and minion alike, to aid one another, and those on earth who welcome us into their minds. I do no think right to not let us aid the one we are about the most.”

The tone of his voice is not condescending, but rather as gentle and understanding as one can manage. His truly sweet nature shines through with every word. Moments later his head once more rises, looking towards the palace.

”Perhaps there is someone better for aiding you in this task.”

The team approaches at speed. Cho, the slowest in the group, is being carried by Seishu, while Inui rests on Harper’s back. Once close enough to the TB for the dream to speak to Seishu he stands, speaking only to the Nightmare Guardian.

”I have no reason to seek forgiveness, however I will say I am sorry none the less.”

Seishu flies in low, slowing just enough so that when he drops Cho, Crios will be able to catch him easily, which he does, turning off to the side so that they can reach their guard points. Rasha springs from Rue's back, falling several feet to the ground where he comes to a stop, his post reach. They all spread in a circle around Enasi, leaving a large enough gap so that the TB does not have to worry about stepping on them when he decides to leave. Seishu stays well away, nodding in reply to the apology.

The Rebel Vampire

I like the idea, let's go with that. Since Alexi's major business is slavery devices, it's a give in, as he has thought and said before, that he does have other businesses. While much of the activity you speak of would be recreation, I can see the slaves occasionally coming up with things for, say, his toy industry, and his agriculture industry.

The Rebel Vampire

The ride is quite uneventful, Uwin perceptive enough to realize that his master is having more troubles than usual, and Alexi thankful for the time inside his own head. While his mind tumbles over and over things, his heart seems to begin locking off. He recognizes the response, one he has had often from his encounters with his father, and something he has avoided doing since his death. However in this case he thinks perhaps putting them off for now, all the emotions still bombarding his system, and redirects his focus on the task of getting through this meeting.'This group was originally one of my father's, and not one I relish having contact with, however their influence in the slave markets. . .It is imperative that we remain on good terms' He sighs at the recollection of their last meeting, the man appearing so cold and short sighted that Alexi begged off early, using a false sickness as an excuse to leave early.

When they pull up to the tall dark blue building Alexi had the elf pull right up to the front door rather than the usual place near the end of the walk. This worries Uwin, but as they are in public, none of this worry shows as he holds the car door for his master. Alexi gives him a smile none the less and as soon as Uwin is sure he is in the building the young elf makes all haste to the parking lot. The unwanted stares from the rather busy sidewalk making him want to get out of sight as soon as possible. Most people ignore slaves for the most part these days, but when it comes to a slave with such a simple control device like Uwin, an especially in front of this particular building, more curiosity is to be expected.

As he parks Uwin's eyes pass over his devices, one on each wrist, and one around the neck. The smooth silken material hides the network of wires that run along his skin. In the event Uwin needs to be controlled, a current would run through the devices, to one another, and stop him cold. Because of elves' natrually magical nature, it is necessary to not only stop the body, but to still the power within, and the current passing over his heart would do just that. 'Not that Master Alexi has ever used them. They're just for show. . .' Having seen some of the control devices used on other races, Uwin has become eternally grateful for his rather simple, and relatively comfortable shackles.

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Alexi refrains from rubbing hims temples in frustration. Well over two hours into his meeting with Mr. Grunblack and Gidian has as of yet to get t the matter at hand. For all his conviction for being efficient and precise, whenever the old man meets with Alexi, whom he's known since childhood through dealings with Alexi's father, it seems ha simple can not help lecturing him on every little thing that has crossed his mind since last they met. 'If it was not for the occasional couch from those foul cigars one would assume he has no need for breathing' Alexi has never understood the habit, smoking being a mark of station almost these days with how rare the tobacco plant has become. Men like Gidian have their own farms, and since the cheaper to make cigarettes were banned centuries ago for their detriment to human health, those of lower class have nearly no access to the nicotine rich leaf. The plant has been changed over the years, so while they are still addictive, they no longer contribute to human ailments.

'Save for the damage they do to one's lungs, however any man rich enough to smoke them often can afford the medicine to summarily repair them. I still fond the practice foul. . .' There was a time where Mois and Alexi's father tried to get them to take up the habit, and while Mois humored the man for a while, he has long since kicked the habit, only keeping a box around for special occasion when he has to atend an important meeting with Alexi at the house. At those times Alexi politely turns down the offer to partake, but having Mois offer them to the guests is enough to smooth over any social issues with his guests.

When the meeting finally gets underway Alexi and Gidian quickly work out the contract the younger Vandros came to discuss and within an hour they are ready to sign. “So, Alexi.” The younger male once more holds himself in check as he does not like many using his first name, especially when he has not given them permission. He smiles up at Gidian instead, waiting for the elderly gentleman to go on. “I see you're still riding around town in those out-of-date vehicles, eh? Such an odd habit for a young man to have.” Despite the car he cam in only being thirty years old, it is still considered odd to drive anything less than ten years old, another mark of social status is having an up-to-date model at all times.

Alexi shakes his head lightly, turning his attention back to the contract while he signs. “I find the ride much more enjoyable my old friend.” Though loth to use the word to describe the man, proud owner of a good number of downtrodden slaves, as well as a man who prides himself in the profession of appraising and breeding slaves, but as in many aspects of his life Alexi endures the lie. “And it is not all that old. As you know, I have several over a hundred years old.”

Gidian shakes his head disapprovingly as he too signs. “Yes, that that too is even more disturbing. Living in the past they way you do, it's not healthy!” He goes on for a good long time on this rant, and by the time he notices it is well after when Alexi should have been to the slave market. It isn't until a slave comes int o inform Gidian that his presence is required elsewhere that he glances at the time and laughs. “Ah me, my moth does run away with me sometimes.” He looks over at the dull eyes werewolf gazing blankly at the floor and smiles. Alexi knows the smile and looks away towards the window, unable to see that fierce approval directed at such a broken slave. Alexi and Gidian leave the room together, the slave trailing behind, and at the elevator they part ways, Alexi once more thanking the elderly man for his time. “Think nothing of it lad. Your father was a dear friend of mind, and at the least I can treat his son with my presence on occasion.”

Internally rolling his eyes the younger male bows before stepping on the the elevator. Moving as swiftly as he is capable, which truthfully isn't all that fast in his current state of disgust and slightly trembling muscles from repressing Erik's feelings for so long just to let them loose where they need to be. He manages to keep his breathing steady and as he slides into the back seat of his car his eyes fall closed. The drive will be well over a half an hour and Alexi can feel the need for sleep calling to him. After making sure Uwin knows to head home he gives in to the feeling and in no time at all, he is asleep. Not an uncommon occurrence the elf thinks nothing of it, the time his master decides to take for himself not only none of his business, but a welcomed sight to one who cares for him so much.

New Eyes and an Old Soul

Hench why I wish it for you :P

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

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