PopeAlessandros

The Truth Behind The Blaze ~ PopeAlessandros x tenebrae16

*Kuu* Things happen, I deal :P Also, I will apologize for any future monologues as they can and will get very long :P It's an issue of mine :P

Third Time's The Charm ~ PopeAlessandros x Jiskastya

When there is no move to stop him and no reprimand for daring to try and touch the beast, Kir-Kon finishes his motion, running his fingertips through the fur on the large creature's jaw, scratching it gently but firmly. The tendril around his chest suddenly unwinds and for a moment he is worried he's done something wrong. However the other, smaller tendrils, continue moving over him, a little more firmly now, but still far softer than any touches he's use to. “So, you've figured out I'm not dangerous huh? Don't need to hold me down any more? That's good, I'm not sure if I was breathing right with that thing on me.” A faint sigh escapes him at the, what can only be described as caresses, run over his his face and shoulders, feeling nice and slightly soothing.

He gives the beast a few more pats and scratches before watching it turn away, the tendrils going up and moving in different directions. “Looking around now, huh? Does that mean you're leaving?” Kir-Kon is a bit put out at this idea but as there is nothing he can do about it he simply sighs and stands up slowly. “Well, if I don't see you again, farewell beastie. Stay away from human villages, they're not safe for your kind.” He reaches out and one last time runs his fingers through that smooth fur before heading towards the village. He pauses, turning to look at the large monster with his head tilted to the side.

“I'll be back out here in a few hours. I gotta get my morning chores done. If you're still here I'll share my lunch. I really wanna learn more about you, but I'm sure you have better things to do. Don't wait up for me, kay?” And with that he turns and leaves, speeding up once he's out of sight. 'He prolly won't be there when I get back out here. It's not like he has a reason to stay. He's a wild beast, and now that he's free of those ropes he's not hindered any more. . .' Shrugging to himself he carefully slips into town away from prying eyes and manages to slip into the barn unnoticed. After a quick look around the place he realizes the horse master hasn't even been in yet and with a faint sigh of relief he lays into his morning chores.

His back aches something fierce making his movements slower than usual and it doesn't help that when the horse master finally comes in he slaps Kir-Kon hard right over the bruise to propel him towards his next task. The man calls him a wimp as he cries out from the shock of pain that runs through his system but the youth does not reply. The beasts in the barn butt and nuzzle him as he changes out their hay, scooping up droppings and giving rub downs to those who need it. As the sounds and smells from outside turn for morning routine to hungry rumbling the boy finishes his last task just in time for his master to throw him his lunch.

As usual it's already cold and a jumbled mess from being tossed but Kir-Kon takes it without complaint and rushes outside to the fresh air with it. Clutching the small gray sack against his chest he makes his way quickly into the treeline, the sounds of young voices driving him to move quickly least the town youth decide he doesn't deserve to eat today. Still positive the beast isn't going to be anywhere to be found but having nothing better to do Kir-Kon races along to the same spot along the boarder before once more turning to follow the tracks in. Slowing down in case it’s closer to town this time he moves along the trail.

“It's got no reason to stick around after the fright this morning, but hey, maybe it's curious. I mean, most beast would have run right off, but it stuck around to check me out. That means there a chance, right?” He begins talking to the air, muttering to himself about all of his random thoughts on the matter. He's normally silent in town, not wanting to draw attention to himself, but here in the woods, the only ones around to hear him don't mind listening. Well, he has gotten complaints from some squirrels before, but they are unreasonable sometimes.

Third Time's The Charm ~ PopeAlessandros x Jiskastya

I don't feel hurried :P I just like getting posts done when in the groove :P

Never Ending Battle ~ PopeAlessandros x AkiBlue

Even after working so had to control his flush Akito is slave to his shyness, or so it seems as all it takes is a suggestive tone to make it flare up again. He coughs, dropping his gaze to his hands which are holding tight to his hakama. 'He is as brazen as most of my unit. They were all talking like this before I left. It's like the only thing most soldiers think about is. . . .that. . .' He breaths slowly, looking to the empress with a strained smile when she addresses him. She gives him a rather understanding and sympathetic look, though it is clear that she would be delighted if they were already “getting along that well”.

With a soft cough he nods. “I am fine highness, really. I've just. . .It's a lot to take in and I'm still getting use to things, and. . .Truthfully I am not quite sure how to speak above my station. . .Even if that will be my own station soon.” His eyes drop and she smiles wider. She's always been a member of royalty so she can't understand, but she prays that he'll one day find his way into the right mindset like her dear husband has. He wasn't around to see him at this awkward phase in his life, but she's sure he had problems all his won with learning how to “be royalty”. He looks to the servant for several seconds before nodding. “Yes, thank you, that is, if it's alright. . .?” He looks to the empress.

“Yes, of course!” she says with delight, wanting very much to see the little guy again. With the okay from both the soon-to-be prince and the empress he sets out a plate and fills it with little bits of food he thinks Hoko might like.

Akito doesn't miss the continued innuendo about intimacy but does his best to focus on other things as to not exacerbate his condition. Rubbing a hand over the lump in his Obi he says softly, “Hoko. Time to eat.” The lump moves a little, settles, then with an almost snake like motion the little creature slithers out and settles on Aki's knee. Following Akito's finger he watches as it taps the smaller plate. Without hesitation it begins pawing through the food, pulling out what really appeals to him first and begins munching happily. The empress coos at the sight, beginning to eat slowly as well.

When he hears the exchange about magic, the tone of the emperor's voice making it clear what he thinks of his son's hobby, the soldier begins understanding why Hiro was so shocked at how much he enjoyed the display. He waits until the empress is done reprimanding him and him simply grunting in reply to actually speak up on the matter. “Actually highness I really enjoyed watch him magic display. It was very beautiful and had nothing to do with why I fled.” He knows that is not completely true as the flame had lead to Hiro's hand on his leg which prompted his response, but in his own mind , the magic had no real fault and there's no point in fudging around with minor details.

The emperor gives him a dubious look, obviously not believing him, but more for how much he enjoyed the magic rather than the dismissal about the part it took in his mad dash. Hoko chatters happily, rubbing against Aki's cheek before curling up to chew on a hunk of dried fruit. Akito drags his eyes up to the ruler, a set look in his gaze he's never shown the man before which gives him pause. “I have always found magic beautiful and fascinating and only wish I could share in his gift in some capacity beyond observer.” His gaze drops as he adds, “I fled because of my own shy foolishness. He did nothing wrong.”

The captain smiles slightly, proud to see Akito showing such courage and determination despite his obvious discomfort with all of this new input. The empress smiles, impressed and pleased to no end that now her son at least has someone to share his gift with who has some real, true interest in it. The emperor on the other hand isn't sure what to make of the youth. 'Of all things to suddenly grow bolder over, defending such a silly past time like that. Hironori won't even have any practical use for the skills as he's never going to fight' Having never had any real interest in magic, he seriously believes there is no use for it outside the battlefield.

We'll take the low road.

Taking this chance, high above the other dock noises of men shouting to one another and the normal every day hustle and bustle, the only sounds of note the wind and the creek of rigging, Amano lets his mind wander and flow. He thinks over his life, of his time spent in his early years trying to please his father. The day he realized that he simple wasn't good enough for the man, and not long after, his eldest brother confirming that to even try would be an unforgivable affront to not only to the family, but him personally. Barely a year after how he came to realize that his life has no worth to them and simply giving up on trying to prove his merit to them.

'I barely have friends, and most are girls, or men younger than myself with whom my brothers seem to think I only hand around because I am not enough of a man to be friends with my peers. My only other so called friends are older men who seem to enjoy telling me stories of far away lands, though only because I am the only one really interested in listening any more' He lets out a long sigh, propping himself up on his elbows against the edge of the nest. Before him the masts and rigging of taller ships sway and bob, the sounds of them lost on the breeze. 'Such is the life I have lived' he muses, looking to towards the horizon.

For a time he considered himself jaded. The world around him making sense, his place in it defined, and in all honestly, a place he could see himself being at least content with. He had his sword practice, his art, and quite places to practice both. He had a good friend to talk to and his own little place in her life that made it that much better, and even had little thrills in the form of his childish antics against the less savory members of his little society here in town. 'I was no vigilante, but the girls in town definitely knew who to turn to if they were being hassled by men of questionable virtue' He smiles at the thought. The smile soon falters.

'Then father had to go and ruin it' There is a very good reason Amano had as much in his savings as he did. He may not have had any serious plans yet, but it has always been his intention to flee before being forced to marry. To him it is beyond unreasonable. He loves his mother very much but he is quite sure she could have done a lot better than his father. 'To men like my father, women are just another commodity, to be bought and sold, or in this case, wed to his sons like an accessory. That is foolish, and cruel. . .' With a sigh he stretches, deciding it's about time he gets down and give his report.

However mid stretch he freezes, his head tilting to the side. For a brief instant a feeling washes over him and without knowing why he is sure Illiendi wants his attention. A moment later his hands drop to his side and he smiles as he hears the demon call to him aloud. Leaning over the edge of the nest he tries to spot the demon but fails so instead he calls out, “He's a fine beast!” The captain chuckles at this, watching with a curious eye as Amano swings back into the shroud and makes his way down to the deck quickly.

Nodding to Illiendi he smiles softly before shifting back into his confident expression to face the captain. “Is everything worked out to you liking captain?”

The man laughs, giving the demon an almost playfully wary look. “Yeah, we got it all figured. If I didn't know any better I’d say that man of yours wants to get you killed, but I'm no slouch. I'll get you where you're goin'.” He gives a little half bow and adds, “And I'd like to thank you personally for the generous donation of drink to the journey. I think we'll have a right happy crew for this voyage if I do say so myself.”

Amano nods, hoping the man is right and reminding himself to ask Illiendi about what else he can expect to get credit for. 'I would not say I want to complain, however he should take credit where credit is due' Bringing up the issue with the kitchen Amano is delighted to find out the captain already planned on fixing it, and after a few exchanged anecdotes about a ship's galley the two shake hands and Amano turns to his manservant. “Anything else need to be seen to here, or shall we head to our next task?” He seems far more relaxed now, the captain treating him like a respectable young lord rather than a child doing wonders for his confidence. While on the ship at least. Amano knows it's only really because he's paying the man, but that only slightly lessens the small sparks of pride.

Third Time's The Charm ~ PopeAlessandros x Jiskastya

Dawwww, Kir-Kon's a puppy now :P I think Kir-Kon will prolly head back, do his chores, grab his lunch, and come looking for the king again. And for the learning the language, that sounds good. I really hope to get a reply up today :P

Pope's One-on-One RP Menagerie II

Lookin' for some partners :P

The Truth Behind The Blaze ~ PopeAlessandros x tenebrae16

I am as patient with others as I pray they will be with me. Sometimes I will not be able to respond for a few days due to life :P Hope you don't mind one of my smaller monologues :P

The Truth Behind The Blaze ~ PopeAlessandros x tenebrae16

The chase only lasts about a minute before the children simply start playing once more, turning the chase into a game of hound and hare, with Javier as the hare. Laisander watches with a broad smile, acting as the rabbit hole where the boy can stand and breath for a few seconds before being chased again. 'It's almost like the games my cousins play, but a bit more fun and less training involved' As his family is very steeped in the military life, even as young ones they play fight more than anything else, practicing maneuvers from stories their older relatives tell them about. When he feels the demon exit the building he remains still, watching the children despite his natural urge to turn and face the beast.

He watches the children, not even looking up when addressed instead smiling and ruffling little Javier's hair as he once more comes to stand beside the angel. “Good morning father, it's good to be back.” he replies softly, shooing the boy off as the false priest tells them to leave him alone. His voice is soft, non combative. He wants to know more, and fighting the man would to little in the way of getting him answers. 'Especially with how afraid he is about them finding out about him. Of all “orders” he's given me, that one seemed the most serious of the bunch' He sighs softly, following the demon a few paces, just far enough to not be overheard by the children, before stopping and saying just loud enough for the demon to hear, “I seek no quarrel with you. . . .Father. I will follow these rules of yours, though most are unnecessary to state as I really do love children.”

Stepping in a little closer to the demon, carefully hooking his arm to turn him a bit, not wanting to have to follow the man all the way inside. His touch is gentle, and devoid of his holy grace. “And before you get your panties in a bunch, keep in mind you never once said I could not come back. I've done as you have so politely requested of me, and even ignored your less than polite death threat. This is a house of God and I have rights to be here as one of His sons. I do not need to do as you ask, but I have. By your own words I should be trying to beat some respect out of you, but as you've taken to the guise as a man of the cloth I expect you to abide the same laws the rest have to follow.”

Letting go and stepping back he sighs again. “Your flock is safe, from me at least. I worry for them with you around and you can not even pretend to blame me for that. You are a demon, you are all well known for your evils against humans, and until I hear the truth of it I will come and go as I please.” His tone is very calm, his face relaxed, not wanting to alert anyone to the tenseness of the very one sided conversation. A few kids stop to look every once in a while, but they have learned that sometimes grown ups just need to talk. Very softly he adds, “No one knows I am here. I'm on my own time. A vacation if you will. No one will bother to look for me. . .No one care enough to do that.” That final little confession about his relationship with his fellows is quite unintentional and he doesn't even notice he said it. He remains still, waiting to see what the demon will do, his only movement to look over his shoulder at the children now playing on the near ancient play equipment.

The Power of The Fallen ~ PopeAlessandros x AkiBlue

As they wrestle around on the floor the elder male occasionally glances towards the fretting angel and smiles. Kuro sees this ever time, at least when his head is not otherwise occupied, and with each one his redoubles his attack. Once they are far enough away from the other two Homura whispers, “Jealous Little Black Storm cloud?” There is a purr in his voice and a knowing look in his unseeing eyes.

Kuro glares at him, knowing it's useless for the most part but feeling better for having done it none the less. He does not respond right away, simply growling and trying to pin his older sibling. On his fifth try however his head is positioned right by Homura's ear and he chances a response. “That is not an acceptable action, even among our own kind. It's rude, especially since he's so young, he doesn't even know what you just did!”

Homura tosses Kuro against a support beam, moving the fight even further from the two over by Mama. Kuro lets out a hiss as the smaller male slams into him, his smile widening. “I bet you've touched there. I can smell it on you dear little brother. . .You want him. . .” That last part is said in a hiss as Kuro twists his arm behind his back, pulling him in close.

His response to the accusation is one that surprises the older demon, making him pause his fighting just to look at his little brother. Kuro's voice is soft, and uncertain. “I don't know what I want Homura. I would delight in watching him squirm beneath me, but even as I think on that, the pleasure feels. . . .Hollow. I. . .I don't know. . .” They are quiet for a few seconds before Kuro tackles his brother tot he ground and they roll back towards Dani and Aoba. Hearing the angel call out the baby's new name he smiles. The fight only lasts a minute more, ending with a flare of black flame that Homura takes and curls around himself like a scarf happily, purring like a cat.

Dani rolls his eyes. “He's always been easy to distract. . .” Kuro chuckles, bringing Homura to his feet as the flame sputters out, his overly pleased smile shifting back to a curious one as he looks towards the angel.

The black haired one rolls his eyes. “You can check him out more next time. You should get back before Issho misses you and asks where you went.” Homura whines, pouts, kicks the ground, but eventually he nods in consent. Dani snaps at him when the older male pats him on the head, but Homura just chuckles, in a very good, if confused mood.

After nuzzling Kuro's chin he at last turns to Aoba, stepping towards him while a curious cat noise sounds in his throat. Reaching out slowly as to not frighten the youth away, he once more presses him fingers gently to Aoba's face. After a few silent moments he says, in a voice oh so soft, “You are very special, beautiful little angel. Don't try and sell yourself short. You are. . . . unique.” Kuro watches the exchange silently, knowing Homura is still thinking on what he said, and for a brief moment wonders just how much more his older brother understands the situation than the rest of them, because it is clear to anyone who's met Homura that his shyness hides a great well of knowledge and understanding.