PopeAlessandros

Who Will Break? ~ PopeAlessandros x Raafling

Kiel can't suppress a chuckle at the obviously disgusted look on the boy's face when he covers his plate in syrup, however he quickly swallows his mirth when he seems to get uncomfortable again. 'This kid seems all over the radar. I'm not sure what it is, but his mood shifts don't make as much sense as I'm use to' He give Zach and understanding look about the books, but gives off a sigh at the boy's obviously false tough guy front. Gulping down the rest of his breakfast Kiel stands and carefully takes the plate and fork from the downcast teen. Stacking them atop his own plate he reaches up and lays a hand on the young man's head for a moment before ruffling the dark hair. “I know you're not foolish, I'm just a little over protective of my charges.” Slipping a hand down so he can turn the boy's face towards him Kiel looks deep into his eyes. “Which is what you are now, Zach, and nothing you need will trouble me to do or get. It is my calling to help kids like you, and I take it as a gift, not a burden.” Giving the boy's head a final pat the priest moves over tot he sink to rise off the sticky mess from the syrup coating both of them.

Outside a bell tolls overhead from the direction of the church and Kiel quickly dries his hands. “I have to go to mass now, don't worry about the dishes I'll take care of them later.” Turning to look at Zach he give him a warm smile. “I'll check on you before I hit the streets and change your bandages. You should try and get some rest today.” With that he reaches out and gives the boy's shoulder a comforting squeeze, throw on his robe, then heads outside. The rain has all but stopped, but the ground shows no sign of drying any time soon. Large puddles create little marshes in the thick grass and Kiel smiles at the memory of driving the nuns crazy on days like this with his love of crashing through those puddle. However he has no time for that today. Slipping in the side door to the church he makes his way through the kitchen then into the front hall. Slowing his pace he walks at a respectful speed up to the main doors and slips inside.

~*~*~Time Skip~*~*~

As morning mass ends Kiel stands and stretches. A few of the older men look at him disapprovingly as he groans away some of his kinks from sitting in the stiff, scantly padded wooden pews. The large stain glass window behind the pulpit shines brightly with the new day's sun but the dark colors keeps it from blinding the people below during the head pastor's sermon. Kiel squints, tracking Father Renolds as he makes his way to his study next to the dais. Ducking through the crowd, careful not to run into anyone, Kiel makes his way to the study door and knocks softly. When he's bidden to enter he steps inside, closing the door softly behind him. Father Renolds, a baling old man with a sharp eye and with wrinkles that show that he's spent most of his life with a stern look on his face, is already at his desk hard at work. He glances up to see who entered and give Kiel a little wave before motioning him to take a seat.

The room is well furnished, much of the stuff several generations old as each head priest used this office then left their belonging here for the next head priest. It even has a large working fireplace which currently crackles merrily to warm the small room, keeping the chill of the rain at bay. Kiel walks over to one of the more comfortable high back chairs before the Father's desk and takes a seat. He waits until the man puts down his pen and looks up to begin speaking. “Good morning Father, it was a lovely sermon. I'm just stopping by to let you know I have taken in another lost soul. His name is Zach, street kid, black hair. A group of street kids really laid into him, but nothing too dire. He's scared though so I'm going to do some snooping while he heals.” His glance darts to the window beside the desk which looks out towards his little house. “I've told him to stay away front the gate, but if the other Fathers could keep an eye out for anyone suspicious looking in that would be very helpful Father.”

The old priest listens quietly, giving Kiel a nod at his request. The young man smiles and stands. Giving a little bow he turns and walks out of the small study to the now empty room beyond. 'When he's not preaching, Father Renolds really doesn't like to talk much. It always seems like he's got better things to think about. Sometimes it makes me wonder if hears what I'm saying, but then he's never failed to register what matters I suppose' He walks quickly back towards the kitchen and makes his way outside. The rain has completely stopped now and the faint sunlight shinning through the trees makes the ground glisten. Kiel takes a deep breath, letting the fresh clean air fill his lungs. He hold it in for a moment then lets it out with a rush, smiling at the crisp feeling of the damp air against this face and hands. Moving forward again he strides back up to his small house and slips inside, closing the door behind him.

A Bloody Murder

'He seems to be taking this seriously. This is good' Rei listens silently as the other talks, keeping his eyes locked on the prince as he comes closer and closer. 'A room, good, and more books. I will not have too much time to read, but I will make due' His eyelids droop down a little at the gentle touch to his sensitive ears. 'I know I am the first he's seen, but does he really find me so interesting that he needs to keep touching me? I'm not use to such sensations' His blinks slowly, looking up at the prince with a odd expression. He doesn't know he's wearing it, but in his eyes his confusion is faintly evident. 'It is not unpleasant, just different. But I suppose that's why I wish to stay by him, because my experiences around him even in this short period of time have been, different. . . .' With a faint nod he murmurs, “I will cover them.”

Reaching up behind his back his fingers brush the latch to the windows. “I will come directly to this room when I return, and much in the way I did tonight, I will not let myself be seen. If you feel I must wear something different, feel free to pick something out for me. I must remain as mobile as I am now though, so please keep that in mind.” He blinks slowly again. “As for my people, I am not a shinning example of my kind. Most are much like humans. They love, they fight, they live for one another. I don't know how your father sees us, but if he finds out what I am it will not be from my lips.” With that he unlatches the window. A quick glance over his shoulder confirms that the palace grounds are free of anyone who could see him and with a final nod Rei tips back wards out of the window. His body twists much like a cat's in mid air and with barely a sound he lands on all fours behind the bushes at the base of the wall.

He does not hesitate and in less than a minute he's upon the outer fortifications. He pauses, both moons shining down upon him, but there are no eyes to see the glow it seems to set up around him. 'Perhaps one set of eyes' His gaze turns back up to the palace and with one final glance towards the prince's room he turns and takes off into the night. All four of his limbs are used to crawl, climb, and leap as he moves towards the edge of town via the rooftops. Often called the thieve's highway, Rei has always wondered why people would build their cities in such a way. 'This design makes it so easy for people like me to get around. Whether it be reaching a target, or fleeing the guards, the rooftops make life that much easier for those with ill intentions' His final vault over the outer wall of the city lands him in the middle of a small group of chickens. Only a few notice him and scatter but the rest barely wake up before tucking their heads back down and drifting off again.

Glancing up he gets his bearings then heads towards where he hid the first half of his payment. He sets up a steady pace and reaches the spot before sunrise. The rolling grassy hills around the small cave glisten slightly in the moonlight as the morning dew begins to gather. His bare feet leave tracks on the stone floor as he ducks a spider web and moves to a small pile of stones against the cave wall. The dark blue stone of the cave reflects the light of the moons making it easy to see as he shifts a few large stones aside to reach the one he wants. Rolling a boulder the size of his torso over reveals that it's mostly hollow. Tucked inside is a brown bag which he pulls out carefully and sets to the side. Once the rocks are back in place he scoops up the first half of his payment and heads out.

'I just have to put this back and tear the contract to signify that I won't take it. Once my job with the prince is over I can start taking contracts again' His gaze travels to the sky above as he runs across the open fields towards his next goal. 'I wonder how long I will stay by his side. It could be some time. I should let the villagers know I will not be using my home for a while. Perhaps they could use it for something. As long as they don't touch my books' Letting out a sigh he runs over his books in his mind and wonders which ones he should take with him. When he at last reaches the spot where his contract post is buried he brushes aside the long grass and pops the top. There are no new contracts for him. With a nod to himself he slips the bag inside before pulling out he contract tucked under his clothing and with one smooth motion he rips it and drops it atop the bag. Replacing the cap he stands and looks towards the forest he was born in. He simply stands and stares at it for a while, lost in his own musings, until with a final nod he takes off towards it's border.

The Rebel Vampire

The last rays of the falling sun streams through the large windows of the villa's sizable sitting room. The orange light casts oddly shaped shadows around the room, the bizarre old gadgets and trinkets scattered tactfully here and there making the back wall look much like a shadow puppet back drop. The fireplace crackles softly as the fire burns low behind the short grate. Standing still in front of the grand window Alexi waves casually down at his brother's retreating back, soaking up the sunlight while he can. In his other hand is a glass half full of a rich dark wine which he swirls absentmindedly, almost as a reflex at this point. He's never been one for wine, but when his bother is over he makes due with a single glass so Mois isn't the only one drinking. With a sigh the sun finally falls completely out of sight and he raises a hand to the rope at the right of the window. With a long tug the thick red curtains cover the window, making it safe for his night dwelling slaves to care for the room now that it's no longer working in a hosting capacity.

Alexi makes his way over to the antique couch laid out before the dying fire and takes a seat. As he pulls up his legs to rest on the couch beside him so he reclined on his side a few servants shuffle in and begin tidying up the room. 'I can't believe my luck. This will be perfect. Mois has never let me down, and this time will be no exception' He chuckles lightly, earning a few odd looks from his newer acquisitions, bot those who have been working for him for a while simply motion that they should keep working. Alexi sets his glass on the old ornate oak coffee table and watches with a smile as it's quickly scooped up by one of the poshly dressed servants. 'I still can't believe some folk out there. I mean really, some of the things they make their slaves wear! That's nothing compared to those who make them run around in the buff, but still. . . .' With another sigh Alexi rolls on to his back, a faint smile on his lips as he stretches his arms out in front of him. “I can't wait.” He murmurs to himself, dropping his arms down to res on his chest. “I just can't.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“I want two units on the roof, but make sure they aren't in gear so they don't make too much noise. And for god's sake, have them check twice this time for anything hanging loose. We lost two guys lat time because someone's cell clip wasn't fastened correctly.” Mois glares down a t a few men who make 'Yes mom' comments but decides it's too late in the game to really do anything about their disrespectful behavior. 'I only have one chance at this, so I gotta make do with what I got. I suppose I'm lucky. There are guys been on the force three times as long as me and not had a break like this, or anything close to it for that matter' Looking over his teams again the eldest brother of the Vandros family narrows his gaze and begins his calculations. Around him many men are strapping into close fitting armor and other gear while the two roof teams check and double check their holsters and weaponry.

This is the big night. They have a solid tip in the whereabouts of the mother load, the central figure to the rebellion. If they pull this off, each man involved, who survives at least, will reap the benefits for many years to come. 'But none more so than my brother I suppose. If he can pull of his plan, things will start actually looking up. I mean, the rebels can always get a new rebel leader, but. . . .' Shaking out of his musing Mois takes one last look around the room before doing his own double check of his gear and the like. Patting the case to his sniper rifle he whispers a silent apology that he can't take him with this time. Instead he straps on dual holsters and slides in a couple high powered dart guns. It's his job to get to the leader first and tranque him if at all possible. Everyone else will be using live rounds, but he has a goal of his own, and he will not allow himself to fail.

The Rebel Vampire

As a writer I see everything about characters important. Every part of a person makes up what they are when making up a story, or at least,t hat's how it's always made sense to me. That's why I have the character sheet I do. Each of those details are a part of the character, and having those firm and solidified in my mind helps me to see them, to understand them, and to work with them. Emotions are only a part of a character, just like the name, clothes, background, and physical appearance. True some are more prevalent than others(I think that's the right word) but it's the reason I disapprove of using other people's artworks. True, I use reference pictures sometimes, but my guys are always different, and every part of them is precious to me. I really didn't mean to be mean about the comment, it really was just a giggle for me. I just want to let you know why I have such insistence on character building and stuff like that. It's all important to me. :P

And again, don't stress. I work with all levels/types of writers so just do what makes you feel good, and I'll work with you to set up a pace and style we are both comfortable with. I'm really flexible when it comes to that part of RPing. :P I'ma go write the intro now. Not too long, right?

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

Seishu was offering to let Enasi unload so that his negative energy won't go any higher, and perhaps fix the balance which is leaning far closer to Seishu's side than it ever should. In other words, he lives for removing those negative emotions, so Enasi should take the opportunity to do so :P

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

Hmmm, I can't tell if Enasi totally misunderstood the hinting, or if you did :P

New Eyes and an Old Soul

Oh, feel free to write past tense, I'm use to it. I know I'm a bit odd in that I'm even writing my novels in present tense :P I can play opposite for past tense no problem. :P

The Rebel Vampire

I'm sorry if my giggling felt mean spirited. And sure, no problem. I should get my intro here done soon. Don't worry about my expectations, just try to have fun :P

Blood Soaked Desperate Times

Yes, plot. I see the advisers trying to figure out what this new guy attached to their emperor is about, the hiring of assassins, oh! And maybe a secret plot to overthrow the emperor. What are your ideas?

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

No problem with that idea. Yays, post up!