PopeAlessandros

When the Roar Falls ~ PopeAlessandros x Raafling

'It almost sounds like he's use to a high class of people' Viltez muses, thinking over what the taller man said about “reasons for rudeness”. 'I suppose, in a higher society, like those few nobles I've seen pass through town, when everyone around you has the potential of being powerful, one would be more careful whose toes are being stepped upon' Adding a couple more really sweet fruit to the bag, the young man smiles warmly. 'But around here, it's always better to establish yourself as firm, or in some place of authority. I've seen the arrogance of the nobles and higher class folk who've passed through. Those who didn't act tough around them, got walked right over' Shaking out his hair Viltez glances back at the roof he was working on. 'I should get back soon. . .'

Just as that thought crosses his mind the taller man asks if he would like anything. His mouth opens slightly, ready to turn down the offer, saying he doesn't need repayment. However, as his gaze locks with the blue-green eyes that nearly match his own, he feels that it would be somehow rude to refuse. His open lips curl into a smile and he turns to the fruits. Reaching past the sweet fruits they'd been recently hunting through, Viltez picks up a couple hand sized fruits, bright red with faint green speckles. Holding them up in front of taller man he says, “I like sweet, but given a choice, I go for sour.” Turning to the stall keeper he shows the fruits to him. “I'm not going to put these into the sack. They're very potent as you know and I don't want to taint his fruits.”

Mr. Warren stands up slightly to look at the sack, then at the fruits in Viltez's hands. After barely a glance he waves his approval and goes back to work. Shifting his focus back to the stranger Viltez makes a little “Cheers” motion with the fruits and slips them in to his waist pouch for later consumption. Bowing slightly he says, “I'm glad I could help you, but my day of good deeds is far from over.” Standing upright again he motions towards the house he'd come from with the ladder leaning against it. “I promised to get he roof done today, and there is a storm c-” Stopping short, Viltez bites his lip. 'The day is clear, and there aren't even any clouds in sight. Not even the most skilled cloud reader in these parts would see this storm coming'

Quickly covering his slip-up, the young man coughs, finishing his sentence, “It's storm season after all. Can't be too careful.” He averts his gaze carefully, shifting from foot to foot before turning back with a smile. “If you need anything else just look for me. I'm around town for most of the day, and if I'm not in town, I have a house at the very edge down the road that way.” He points off towards his home before giving the stranger a wave and turning towards his unfinished work. 'I must be more careful. Even if he's a stranger, if he gets suspicious and says anything about it. . .I wasn't born here after all. . . .' Shaking his head, Viltez hurries back to his work.

Immortal Blues (PopeAlessandros and FiroIV)

*Stares at wall of stuffs* M'kay, let's see. . . . .

*Giggles* Lycan. . . . .They only exists under that name in Underworld. It would be more accurate to say "Werewolf Physiology" since, from what I can tell, Lycan is just short for Lycanthropy and that can mean a LOT of different physiologys :P ANYWAYS, Done picking on that *Moves on*

Why only males? I think female Weres look kool. (Looks at Were cats) Nah. . . That's too sexist for me :P Both clans should have both genders :P Hair growth, yes. I'd say during battle, around the neck and arms. It'll help protect the vital neck area, and prove as a good buffer when grappling. As for the moon angle, I'd say during full moons they maybe lose control a bit? Berzerking. This is for the cats and wolves. *Thinks how about rather than "Cat clan" we go with a specific common cat, like wolf is a common canine. I'd vote for Panthers(Or regular Leopard), or jaguars . No lion or tiger, too buff.

Cons for the were birds. . . Strong startle reflex. Feathers, yes, in the hair. The kind of soft feathers that flow with the hair. Also, same thought for the Were birds, we should pick one. Like, say, Golden Eagle, Wedge Tail Eagle, or some other large eagle.

No real thoughts on the Alchemists, save that most people with addictions don't stay rich for long :P Other than that, again, no real thoughts.

For the Magicians, a con could be that they are weak to their opposing element, since each "Spell" is elementally based after all. A pro could be that the more of the element that have around, the stronger they are. One of earth element fighting underground will have one hell of a boost and such, or a metal one on a construction site :P I see neat fights :P Oh, and how about their eyes change to a solid color, the whole thing, that represents their element? This clan could be one that once you're in, your old life is no more. You are taken to one of their compounds to help further the study of the "Magics" :P What do you think?

Hnnn, I don't like that Con on the Tamers. I think that the choosing and growing up together would forge a strong bond with the beasts. Perhaps the con could be frequent injuries in training, and the connection to their beasts are so strong that if it's injured badly the tamer will suffer? It would make them very vulnerable in battle and encourage being careful :P

Zombie clan looks good. . . .

Now for our clan :P I can see a con being that they can become listless and unable to concentrate if they don't fight often enough. It would be a kind of flip from the usual needing to feed from something to live, and make it that they are constantly shoring up energy, and need to let it out or they start to break down. *Looks at quirks* Nod to their title? I thought they didn't have a name yet? Anyways, for pros, my idea is that they all get those pros, but each individual will eventually excel in one, and teams are put together so that each tame has one of each? This means our four would eventually have new teammates :P

M'kay, for all the eyes, save for the one I brought up specifically, I have no problems with your selections. Oh, and just so you know, I'm half brain dead tonight, so I may have missed some thoughts I had, or that you wrote, and I'm sorry :P Also, sorry for the wait. One of my roommates just got back from a month long trip, and I can't type when she's sitting behind me. My computer is in the living room, and it's the best place to get intronet. . . And she thinks she'll die if she doesn't spend all hours of the day chatting with her girlfriend. . . It means this is the first time in days that I've stayed up long enough for he to go to sleep and I has time to write.

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

Sorry this took so long. One of my roommates got back from a month long trip, and I she doesn't sleep before 12 AM. I can't write with her sitting behind me, and since my computer is in the living room, along with the strongest intronet, and she LIVES to talk to her girlfriend online. . . . Anyways, I beat her off to bed :P Nightmares and Minions to the rescue!

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

Snarling in frustration Gin shakes his left hand then stares at the back of it hard. His glare is icy and full of anger, and despite it not being directed in their direction, the gathered Nightmare Minions scattered about the throne room begin cowering backwards. Sensing dissension between the nightmares, Gin had ordered all those not already loyal to him to leave the palace. He had been a bit disappointed that no actual nightmares support him, his focus had quickly shifted to a very important matter. One of the minions, a short redhead with violet eyes, approaches the throne slowly. Her whole body trembles as she reached the bottom of the dais and she get buffed by Gin's dark energies. She glances over her shoulder, getting a few encouraging motions from her fellow minions, she licks her lips and turns back to their new leader.

“Ex-excuse me my lord. Forgive my impertinence, but what seems to be the matter?” He voice, a light melodic sound, floats through Gin's fiercly concentrated mind and his heated gaze snaps to hers. She shudders and falls to her knees, dropping her eyes.

Flame lashes across his lips as his tongue skates across them. Before he can think of a better of it he barks out, “That foolish geezer is more tenacious than I gave him credit for!” He immediately regrets his words as the gathered minions begins whispering to one another about Seishu still being alive. Beating himself mentally he adds, “But it won't be long. As I sit here, his powers will seep into me soon, and even if he lives, he will be helpless.” Those gathered look to one another, some with disbelief, but most seem reassured by his words.

Unseen, beyond the doors, a small minion shuffles away from the door. Careful to not be seen he makes his way out of the palace. The once busy halls are empty, making it so that even his bare feet cause faint echoes that cause his heart to skip a beat when the sound reaches his ears. He manages to make his way outside without incident, and fleeing top speed down the thick grassy slope that leads to the palace his disappears into the tall waving grasses at the bottom. He turns one last time to look at the grand building, set upon what looks much like a mountain cut in half, the palace at it's peak. With a sinking heart he continues his escape. 'Master Seishu is alive. I must tell the others. The rift is freshly closed. If we can get through, we can save him and maybe then, the others will see that Gin's way is not right!' With that thought in mind the young minion makes his way to the others who are still loyal to Seishu, where together they will try and rescue their fallen lord.

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Seishu feels his brow flicker as a kind of turbulence ripples through the are around him. His head turns to the boy rambling on beside him, but it only takes a moment to realize it's further away than that. 'I know this tingle' Bracing for impact the Nightmare Guardian tenses, but after a moment he thanks all things unholy when the blow is tempered by his counterpart. His gaze flickers over to the door as it opens. 'Well, doesn't he seem upset' A faint smirk tugs at his lips. 'Like an exasperated mother this one' His smile falters a bit when Enasi pulls up a chair, and falls completely at the look on his face. A sour taste grows in Seishu's mouth as the Dream Guardian lays out the issue. 'Ah hell no. . . . .' A low growl rumbles out as the guardian goes over all the reasons for the building energy.

'If it's Gin, then he most likely has realized that I'm not dead, and if he's smart. . . . .I know his plan. But it could be something else entirely, and if so this can all be avoided. I pray it's option number two, I really do' Taking a deep breath he looks over to Enasi. “I have an idea of what's going on. There are two main options. The first I kinda suckish, and the second is unfortunate, but easily dealt with.” Moving carefully Seishu pushes himself up against the headboard so he can sit up, meeting his counterpart's eyes on an even level. “The first option is Gin is tired of waiting for me to die, and is going to send in a group to take me out.” He waves his hand a bit to show he doesn't want to be interrupted. “The attack will look very much head on, but we're strategists, the lot of us, and knowing that you guys will sense them coming, Gin will most likely be using the attack as a distraction.” Seishu can't help an ironic smile to crease his lips. “I taught him everything, so I can say with confidence that a few of the fighters will have orders to hide, and sneak behind the fighting force to seek me out. Even in this state, they will be able to sense me.”

A faint throb in his shoulder makes the guardian stop and hiss. “Gah, this damn shoulder. . . .Anyways, the best way to deal with that scenario is to keep you men back from the rift, forcing them to spread out to attack. It'll be harder for one to sneak away, and if you have a second line, out of sight, there should be no way for your sparklers to miss them.” Gagging internally at the almost compliment towards the dream residents, he quickly moves on to option two. “The only other major possibility is that the ones trying to get through are doing so to try and save me.” Raising his good arm, the Nightmare Guardian begins lacing together small strings of energy in his palm. “If that's the case, solving this little issue is simple and easy.” There is a faint flash in his hand and when the light fades a beautiful sprig of lilacs rests in his hand. The tiny bushel of flowers are of no natural color, the red stems and black pedals seeming to sparkle faintly.

Reaching across his chest he holds out the flowers for Enasi to take. “I bred these flowers myself. There is only one bush of them in existence. I keep it in a remote place that none but my most trusted even know about.” He twirls them slightly. “Even if the ones burrowing through to rescue me aren't my most trusted, only when I'm at the palace they appear in the halls in waiting vases. They'll know what it means, and return without a fight. All you have to do is wait in sight of the rift, alone, and hold it up for them to see. If they are foes, they will attack, if they are friend, just hand it to the first one who approaches you and tell them to go home for now.” Seishu can't help smirking. “Unlike someone's underlings I know, my underlings never question.”

One Life, Lived in Death ~ PopeAlessandros x Wernher

I kinda like that first one. Being caught because he couldn't control himself upon seeing his dead comrade would bring his great shame and make the capture more devastating to the elf.

Immortal Blues (PopeAlessandros and FiroIV)

I listed off a name set for each known clan:

Vampire - Fangs, Suckers, Nightwalkers, Drinkers, Bloods
Animal Weres - Furweres
Reptile Were - Scalewere
Werewolf - Howlers, Moonwalkers
Zombie - Dubbs, Cloners, Deadheads
Druggie/Witch/Warlock - Freaks, Wizgigs, Labrats
Monster Tamer - Breeders, Lifers

I tried to come up with something different from the most common ones, but Vamps seem to be limited :P I'm good with Moonwalkers for the Wolfies. As for a trio, if we want a fair set, the third one would be a bird group :P I can see some cool bird weres.

Tats on the Druggie/Witch/Warlock thingys, sounds kool :P They could be a mix of the sub clan that turned them, the element they control, and their own personal mark.

*Thinks* So it isn't the actual magic you wanna avoid, it's the cliches! I has no problem with avoiding the cliches, but I will tell you, one of the higher up vamps has gotta have an taste for old velvet clothing when he's feeling nostalgic :P Like sir coat and stuff like that. No capes :P

Right out of the cradle for both monster, and human. This group is a rather cold-hearted. They kidnap children they feel are compatible, and set them in a room with baby monsters. The monsters then pick, through some unfathomable means, which child they want to bond with,a nd if a babe isn't chosen, there's a CHANCE it can be gotten out in time, but they don't exactly morn each lost child. The child will grow up with the monster, gaining trust and mutual skills, along with some cool scars :P I'm not talking the ugly mauling, missing half a jaw stuff like the warg riders in LotR, but still, raising monsters has it's consequences :P

We'll take the low road.

~He's alone. He's nowhere, there is nothing to see, hear, smell, touch, there is nothing. He cries to the darkness, but even his own voice has no power. Bringing his hands up he grips his throat, but he can't feel it. Terror fills him, the sheer helplessness sapping his strength. Then suddenly, blinded! The darkness erupts into flames. A wall, high and stretching into either direction before him as far as the eye can see. The heat feels warm, but he feels no comfort from the sensation. He moves towards the fire, wholly against his will, his fear mounting as he closes in on the red orange depths. The flame licks his skin, but still there is no burn. Beyond the flame he can hear now the muted sounds of suffering. Human voices crying out in shear agony. Tears spring to his eyes, though he can not feel them fall. Suddenly, from the fire, a hand, and arm. They come shooting out and his heart nearly stops as it grips him by the shoulder. The touch is soft, but more frightening than one could ever imagine. . .~

With a scream Amano sits up, panting hard. His sweat glistens on his body in the moonlight pouring through the window. His eyes stare blankly at the covers, twisted and tossed about as if he'd been thrashing in his sleep. Sharp ragged gasps are the only sound in the silent room. His hands curl into fists as he feels the tears from his dreams now. They pour down his cheeks and eventually drip down on to the covers clenched in his fists. 'It was just a dream. I had to be, all of it, all just a dream, it can't. . .' Finally managing to blink a few time he filches at the feeling before glancing down at himself. His heart rate, which had begin to fall, speeds up again as he spots the wounds from the knife on his arms. Pushing the covers down he lets out a whimper at the ones on his legs.

'It wasn't a dream. They were, I was. In a basement, chained, how did I get?' He sobs slightly, pulling the covers up to his chest. Breathing hard for a few seconds he suddenly freezes when he recalls what happened just before he passed out. 'Someone came. Someone, in fire. They came, and asked me. . . What I wanted. What I wanted him to do' He takes in a sharp breath. 'Yes, a him. He was bare, like me. . . .Maybe they tried to sacrifice him too, in another room or something, but then. . . .' His thoughts falter as he gets the sensation of not being alone. He looks first to the door, and it's in that moment that he realizes that he's not in his own room. Forgetting the feeling of not being alone he looks down at the bed and back to the door.

“This looks like an Inn. Why am I. . . .?” The feeling comes back again, sharper, and Amano's head snaps around to the window. His breath catches in his throat. The figure sitting there is looking in his direction but Amano's eyes trail over the curves and plains of his body before moving up to look in his eyes. Something about those azure blue depths fill him with both comfort and fear. Unable to control his reaction Amano practically falls backwards off the bed, sheet in hand. He back away, barely holding up the sheet against his chest to cover himself. “What, how? What happened? Wh-who are you? What are. . .?” His thoughts scatter as he stumbles backwards into the door. The smooth lacquered surface feels strange against his bare flesh and he jumps away from it with a yelp. His whole body shakes as he tries to figure out what's going on.

A Bloody Murder

Rei watches with vague curiosity as the boy seems to assess his situation much in the same way he himself would go about doing it in the same situation. Something dull and almost bored behind his gaze makes him feel a little odd. He's heard of a few assassins who have been hired to kill someone who was very use to having attempts made on their life. ~“Like this was just another thing in their day they had to deal with. It's freaky!”~ While he is not freaked out, Rei acknowledges mentally now that the look is indeed disconcerting. The low town accompanied by a growl sets Rei's nerves alight. 'A fighter' However, his final statement gives the assassin pause.

'Different' He stares for several seconds, gauging everything quickly, calculating what he can and can't get away with should he withdraw. Finally, more out of curiosity than anything else, Rei blinks one slow blink before nodding slightly and leaning back. Making sure to keep his blade tight in his grip, out of the path of the boy's hand should he decide to try and knock it aside, he leans slowly tone one side and dismounts his target. 'He must think his last words are important indeed if he wishes to think about them thoroughly' Rei has no problem with waiting, knowing that no one actually checks on the young man from his research. Settling back so he's on one knee, the other leg up so he's in a kneeling position and ready to act, he stares at the boy, eyes standing open and alert, without being creepily wide.

A Bloody Murder

Heh, I wonder how long I can make this post with a guy who doesn't talk a lot, and who likes to keep his thoughts simple :P

*Apparently 2 para :P

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

Heh, almost 2 full pages on word, not bad! :P Sorry, I's proud of myself :P