The small house is silent as he makes his way around the main room. Deciding that if the boy is asleep he shouldn't disturb him until the last minute for the bandage change. 'The more sleep he gets, the better, and if he can sleep through the cleaning. . .' He chuckles lightly, cleaning up the little mess left over from the morning and the night before. Picking up the boy's blood splattered clothing he gazes at the dried red patches for a bit. With a sigh he tosses them, unsure if the boy will still want them, but feeling that they should be trashed none the less. Running his hand through the pants pockets before adding them to the rest in the garbage he makes his way to the back, into his own room. After picking up his own laundry he glances out the window at the garden before turning to go check on Zach.
Suddenly he pauses, his hand on the handle, and his brow furrow. Turning he looks out the window again and with a smile he heads tot he front room. Scooping up his first aid kit he leaves the house and heads around it to the back garden. He walks slowly, not wanting to startle the boy by rushing up. When he comes into view he stops, a warm smile on his lips. 'He looks so peaceful. Even with the bandages and bruises, he looks almost innocent' He shakes his head lightly with a sigh. 'The only thing taking away from him seeming completely innocent is my knowledge of street kids. All of them have something they regret. Something they've done or had done to them, that takes it away' After watching for a few more seconds he strides softly forward and kneels beside the bench. Setting the kit down carefully on the grass Kiel reaches out and touches Zach's shoulder gently. “Zach. . . Zach wake up, it's time to change your bandages little one.”
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Dorian watches the boy look around the room, smiling at the curiosity of the newborn. 'I can not quite recall what it is like to take interest in such things. I have seen so many rooms just like this I bet I could walk through it blindfolded and not bump into anything' “James.” he repeats, his voice low and contemplative. “At least you recall that much, that is good.” Moving forward he scoops up the foul smelling clothes as the young man drops them and brings them over to the stove. 'Once they are dry, I shall burn them. That should be the last danger, least he takes to feeding without asking' Setting the pile near the heat Dorian reaches over and runs his fingers through James's hair. “We are safe here, for now, as long as you do as I say little one.”
Turning the boy so he can get a better look at him he takes in the various injuries. His fingers trail down over his body as he checks each one to make sure it's healing properly. Kneeling down he turns him around to check the ones on his back and lets out a sigh. “You really should be more careful with your body. We may be immortal, but we can scar if we are not careful.” Turning the boy once again so he is facing the elder he pulls the smaller man's chin up so he can look into his eyes. “You do not want to spend eternity looking like some mid evil slave or mercenary, covered head to toe with ugly white and pink scars.”
Brushing his fingers once again through the wet blond mess atop James's head Dorian steps back and pulls off his own coat. He drapes it over his arm and looks to the bed. 'Looks fine for two to share, as long as he does not thrash about' Looking over his shoulder at James he murmurs, “Leave you pants on until we get to the bath. I do not think they would take kindly to you wandering around naked.” Turning his head back forwards he adds, “Though it is quite comfortable, I admit.” His fingers come up and he loosens his cravat slightly before walking over to the lone chair and sitting down so he can remove his shoes.
Turning the boy so he can get a better look at him he takes in the various injuries. His fingers trail down over his body as he checks each one to make sure it's healing properly. Kneeling down he turns him around to check the ones on his back and lets out a sigh. “You really should be more careful with your body. We may be immortal, but we can scar if we are not careful.” Turning the boy once again so he is facing the elder he pulls the smaller man's chin up so he can look into his eyes. “You do not want to spend eternity looking like some mid evil slave or mercenary, covered head to toe with ugly white and pink scars.”
Brushing his fingers once again through the wet blond mess atop James's head Dorian steps back and pulls off his own coat. He drapes it over his arm and looks to the bed. 'Looks fine for two to share, as long as he does not thrash about' Looking over his shoulder at James he murmurs, “Leave you pants on until we get to the bath. I do not think they would take kindly to you wandering around naked.” Turning his head back forwards he adds, “Though it is quite comfortable, I admit.” His fingers come up and he loosens his cravat slightly before walking over to the lone chair and sitting down so he can remove his shoes.
Finally, the first story of another land. Kinda bland and short, but it's what came to mind :P
His eyes wander slowly over to the man kneeling at his side. The worry and confusion creasing his face pulls at the shinigami slightly, forcing his thoughts away from the darkness. Closing his eyes he lets out a gentle sigh as he turns towards the food laid out before them. 'I know it's his job, but the worry is somehow comforting' Picking up his chopsticks he motions towards the dishes set out for the young man before he opens his eyes and pulls the meat dishes towards him. He's silent for a little while, just looking at the food he prepared so carefully, with all his concentration and skill. His eyes travel once around the room to all the happy and curious faces as they sample the unusual dishes and send him smiles when they notice him looking. 'I did my best, and no one lost anything. It's a good feeling' Casting a glance back at Shigetoshi ha manages a brief smile, but it's gone swiftly as the weight of his up coming task begins nagging at him.
Without really thinking he begins talking in a low voice only the Innkeeper is able to hear. “I am as well as can be expected in my line of work. Not all of us share the same love of the people we work with during each job, but a lot of us get rather depressed over time. Some of us grow distant, or callous, or even worse, begin getting a kind of sick pleasure from the work.” Keeping his eyes on his food he eats slowly. “ I've traveled the world over, a few times, and for the most part I am happy with what I do, but. . . .Sometimes. . . .It's so hard.” Setting down his chopsticks he picks up his large cutlet and dips it in the red sauce he'd prepared. His eyes wander about the room, looking past the people to their souls. His eyes flash slightly when he does so, but he doesn't notice.
Looking back to his breaded meat he takes a bite and sets it aside. Licking the remaining crumbs from his fingers he picks up his chopsticks again. “Once, in the far west, I worked with a man with a large family. He lived in a large old house, stone, but very finely made. As the years passed, they had added new wings as the family grew. Each wing was different, furnished how that particular era saw was best. Large tapestries in the main hall with old coats of arm on them, flowers in vases in alcoves along the walls.” His voice grows distant as he draws the images up before him as only shinigami can. “He was old, close to the end of him time, but still he would visit each wing once a day to make sure the flowers were fresh, and the dogs had not causes too much of a mess in the night. The children would all greet him with smiles. In the west wing the stain glass windows would cast him in rainbow light making him look so strange, but so peaceful. . .”
His voice trails off and his gaze returns to the world around him. Looking down at his meal he begins eating slowly again. “He died in that hallway. After one last check, one last look at the family that loved him so much, he just sat down in one of the ornate high back sitting chairs set evenly along the inner wall facing the windows. There was a smile on his lips, so content he was with his life that death held nothing to fear for him. Even in death, the new morning light streaming through the window had made him look so amazing.” Without skipping a beat he turns to look at Shigetoshi. The look in his eyes is honest, and earnest.
“I see a lot of death Shigetoshi-san, and a lot of my stories from around the world may contain it. I thank you for listening to me, but if you'd rather not hear about all the deaths I've seen, just tell me so. I will do my best to avoid the subject. I just want you to know that when I seem to pass from one state of mind to another it isn't your fault and you shouldn't feel responsible. I won't you to understand that I just shift moods from time to time when certain things remind me of things I'd rather not think about at the moment.” He manages to pull an honest smile as he turns back to his food. “I know it's in your job description to make the guest comfortable and happy, but I would rather your listening to my tales be something you like to do personally rather than as a duty, so if parts bother you, tell me and I will adjust.” With that he scoops up a large portion of noodles and puts it in his mouth to avoid talking the man's ear off.
Without really thinking he begins talking in a low voice only the Innkeeper is able to hear. “I am as well as can be expected in my line of work. Not all of us share the same love of the people we work with during each job, but a lot of us get rather depressed over time. Some of us grow distant, or callous, or even worse, begin getting a kind of sick pleasure from the work.” Keeping his eyes on his food he eats slowly. “ I've traveled the world over, a few times, and for the most part I am happy with what I do, but. . . .Sometimes. . . .It's so hard.” Setting down his chopsticks he picks up his large cutlet and dips it in the red sauce he'd prepared. His eyes wander about the room, looking past the people to their souls. His eyes flash slightly when he does so, but he doesn't notice.
Looking back to his breaded meat he takes a bite and sets it aside. Licking the remaining crumbs from his fingers he picks up his chopsticks again. “Once, in the far west, I worked with a man with a large family. He lived in a large old house, stone, but very finely made. As the years passed, they had added new wings as the family grew. Each wing was different, furnished how that particular era saw was best. Large tapestries in the main hall with old coats of arm on them, flowers in vases in alcoves along the walls.” His voice grows distant as he draws the images up before him as only shinigami can. “He was old, close to the end of him time, but still he would visit each wing once a day to make sure the flowers were fresh, and the dogs had not causes too much of a mess in the night. The children would all greet him with smiles. In the west wing the stain glass windows would cast him in rainbow light making him look so strange, but so peaceful. . .”
His voice trails off and his gaze returns to the world around him. Looking down at his meal he begins eating slowly again. “He died in that hallway. After one last check, one last look at the family that loved him so much, he just sat down in one of the ornate high back sitting chairs set evenly along the inner wall facing the windows. There was a smile on his lips, so content he was with his life that death held nothing to fear for him. Even in death, the new morning light streaming through the window had made him look so amazing.” Without skipping a beat he turns to look at Shigetoshi. The look in his eyes is honest, and earnest.
“I see a lot of death Shigetoshi-san, and a lot of my stories from around the world may contain it. I thank you for listening to me, but if you'd rather not hear about all the deaths I've seen, just tell me so. I will do my best to avoid the subject. I just want you to know that when I seem to pass from one state of mind to another it isn't your fault and you shouldn't feel responsible. I won't you to understand that I just shift moods from time to time when certain things remind me of things I'd rather not think about at the moment.” He manages to pull an honest smile as he turns back to his food. “I know it's in your job description to make the guest comfortable and happy, but I would rather your listening to my tales be something you like to do personally rather than as a duty, so if parts bother you, tell me and I will adjust.” With that he scoops up a large portion of noodles and puts it in his mouth to avoid talking the man's ear off.
Glancing over his shoulder he smiles at the sight of his visitor licking his fingers clean. 'Funny, I've never been sure if that was odd for me to do, but I guess not' Walking over he scoops up Aryx's plate and goes to stand. However his body freezes at the question about originating in this village. A faint sound makes it out of his throat but then he bites down on his lip and turns away. 'I don't know how to answer him. I don't want to lie, but. . .' His mind buzzes as he makes his way back to the sink and rises the dish. He almost doesn't hear what the man says next, so lost in his fretting, but the oddness of what is said causes him to pause. Setting the plate in the sink he turns to look at Aryx. Confusion is evident on his face as he looks hard at the man. 'It's strange, but from what he said earlier is sounded as if he lived near that lake for a long time. Not specifically, but just a feeling I got. But now, if the only travel he's done is over water, then it sounds like he's a sailor'
His eyes travel over the smooth skin and slightly worn finery. 'He looks to be rich, sort of, but definitely not anything like the over seas merchants that have passed through over the years. And he doesn't have the skin of one who has spent a life at sea. And if he did travel on the sea, he most certainly wouldn't be talking about 'Getting out into the world more' seeing as the sea can take you to more of the world more quickly than over land' He drops his eyes, realizing he's being rather rude by staring. Instead he turns back to the sink and finishes rinsing the dishes. 'Honestly it sounds like that lake is the extent of his travels, but somehow that sounds very odd. I mean, I myself have not left this village since my father left, but I seem to know more about these lands despite the fact that I wasn’t born here' Shaking his head with a sigh he places the dishes on a wooden drying rack and chides himself for over thinking things. Under his shirt he can feel his tail twitch slightly but he ignores it as he turns back to the man.
“I was not born here, but I have lived most my life here.” He decides to answer Aryx's questions as honestly as possible, and ignore his own wild musings. “I've always been. . .Different, but the people here don't seem to mind when I act a little odd. Everyone else who lives here now was born here, and you could say, that's given them all a rather close nit range of emotions and reactions to things, being so close and all, but I guess since I spent my younger years somewhere else I don't have that innate community knee jerk reactions like the rest, heh.” Looking down he leans back against the sink and scuffs his foot against the floor.
“Travel over land is definitely different from water. Depending one what water your talking about, there is definitely more to see, and it's a lot slower.” His eyes come up shyly, wondering if the man will be able to ease his mind's wonderings about him, or if the act of asking such things would be considered rude. Coughing he moves back to the other side of the table and takes a seat. Picking up the teapot he tops off his cup and waits quietly should Aryx have any more questions.
His eyes travel over the smooth skin and slightly worn finery. 'He looks to be rich, sort of, but definitely not anything like the over seas merchants that have passed through over the years. And he doesn't have the skin of one who has spent a life at sea. And if he did travel on the sea, he most certainly wouldn't be talking about 'Getting out into the world more' seeing as the sea can take you to more of the world more quickly than over land' He drops his eyes, realizing he's being rather rude by staring. Instead he turns back to the sink and finishes rinsing the dishes. 'Honestly it sounds like that lake is the extent of his travels, but somehow that sounds very odd. I mean, I myself have not left this village since my father left, but I seem to know more about these lands despite the fact that I wasn’t born here' Shaking his head with a sigh he places the dishes on a wooden drying rack and chides himself for over thinking things. Under his shirt he can feel his tail twitch slightly but he ignores it as he turns back to the man.
“I was not born here, but I have lived most my life here.” He decides to answer Aryx's questions as honestly as possible, and ignore his own wild musings. “I've always been. . .Different, but the people here don't seem to mind when I act a little odd. Everyone else who lives here now was born here, and you could say, that's given them all a rather close nit range of emotions and reactions to things, being so close and all, but I guess since I spent my younger years somewhere else I don't have that innate community knee jerk reactions like the rest, heh.” Looking down he leans back against the sink and scuffs his foot against the floor.
“Travel over land is definitely different from water. Depending one what water your talking about, there is definitely more to see, and it's a lot slower.” His eyes come up shyly, wondering if the man will be able to ease his mind's wonderings about him, or if the act of asking such things would be considered rude. Coughing he moves back to the other side of the table and takes a seat. Picking up the teapot he tops off his cup and waits quietly should Aryx have any more questions.
Nope. Since I NEVER reuse characters, building a whole new one for each and every RP, I don't have collections of them like a lot of people on here do. However I can link you to the RPs where they are being used. You just have to look in the OOC for them :P Cept the last one, it's in the first post.
Immortal Blues
The Road to New Unlife
Was It Fate?
New Eyes and an Old Soul
Okay, technically it's five since I made two for Immortal Blues, but I made them at the same time, so, :P
Immortal Blues
The Road to New Unlife
Was It Fate?
New Eyes and an Old Soul
Okay, technically it's five since I made two for Immortal Blues, but I made them at the same time, so, :P
I may be in a very fairy tale mood, but I don't like the idea of his friend betraying him. Maybe, they have the understanding that if things get too hot the other youkai will have to preserver his/herself, but no out right betrayals. . . .Sorry, bad video game made me so sad with something like that just recently.
As for the other stuff, I think we should let the RP take it's course that far into the game. If something like that seems likely when the time comes, then we can do something like that, but I'm hoping that by that point the young man has more faith in his guardian :P There's a strong chance that by that point we may be on a completely different track, so we can keep it in mind, but I don't wanna lock us into it this early on. :P
As for the other stuff, I think we should let the RP take it's course that far into the game. If something like that seems likely when the time comes, then we can do something like that, but I'm hoping that by that point the young man has more faith in his guardian :P There's a strong chance that by that point we may be on a completely different track, so we can keep it in mind, but I don't wanna lock us into it this early on. :P
There you go, hope you like!
As the silence stretches on Seishu's fingers curl, bunching up the sheets as he prepares to follow through with his earlier threat. Just as his patience for the man reaches it's limit, he speaks. 'Finally! Now maybe we can get some things fixed around here' As he starts talking the Nightmare Guardian tunes this senses on to Enasi and he waits for the feelings to be turned into words. At first nothing happens, but after a few moments he feels it. A faint gasp escapes his lips. The dark feelings pouring, more trickling really, coming from Enasi, feels like the purest and sweetest fruit one can imagine. Shivers run up and down his spine and he has to hold back a groan as it seems to work out several kinks he's had for days. 'It's so pure, so good, like the sweetest nectar' His eyelids droop as the pleasure travels around him, the dark energy well inside him filling in such a way that he feels a new kind of pleasant tingle he's never felt before. 'I guess when you get it from the source, positive and negative energies take on a whole new feel. Or, maybe it's because we're from the same race? We were selected for this duty, and after the transformation we couldn't be more different about what we represent, but we did both come from the same place. Our race, what of it I can remember, are all able to sense and control feelings'
Rolling his eyes back a long smile finds it's way to his lips at the refreshed feeling inside him. His wounds still throb dully so he knows the energy doesn't help there, but Enasi's dark energies are the best pain killers he's had yet. When at last the Dream Guardian is finished talking Seishu lets out a long sigh, a faint crackle of dark energy jumping across his skin. Drawing it all in carefully as to not cause any harm he takes a few minutes to gather his thoughts. 'I have so many comebacks, so many openings to tease him, but. . .' His brows furrow in confusion for a moment, but them smooth out as a wicked smile curls across his face. 'I know exactly what to do' Shifting a bit so he can better face the man, he coughs slightly and takes a breath.
“If we are suppose to hate one another, then I have been doing it wrong for years. Whenever I saw you on the battlefield, sure I was sickened, but I always thought you were quite beautiful. The way you moved always fascinated me. My instincts didn't let me watch for long, but I always felt I wanted to watch just a little longer.” He watches, an innocent a smile on his face as he can manage, as the faint trickle of positive feelings begin flowing out of him and over to the man in the swivel chair. 'It's working' “And despite your complete lack of strict control over them, I've always admired how your underlings openly expressed themselves even during battle where one needs focus. The would throw themselves in front of one another, protecting them with such passion, it was always very touching.” The feelings continue to flow like a white stream, curling up Enasi's leg and vanishing behind the back of the chair.
“As for Rue, he makes me laugh. He's very amusing. He also makes me happy. Even though I know you guys are beyond forgiving and all, so after I leave he should be fine, but being looked at the way others do now must be hard on the little guy. I'm actually kinda grateful for the looks though because that's just more negative energy for me to feed on. He's such a good, kind boy, even if his memory is like a sive and I constantly have to put up with the happiness pouring off of him. Especially. . .” A faint sickness washes over him at the nice thing he's about to do for the other, “when he's talking about you. Man, that kid's love and devotion knows no bounds.” He waits a moment then murmurs, “Enasi, look at me.” As soon as he's got the other man's eyes he continues. “I can tell he likes me a lot, but I swear it's because of how much he wants you to relax, or be happy, or not worry, or some foolish nonsense like that, that he decided to stay by my side. I figured out earlier who he reminds me of.”
Rolling his eyes a fond smile comes to his lips, “He's like Kaila, willing to do whatever it takes for the one he's given his all for. The second you decided to care for me until I am well he locked on to that will and has been doing everything in his power to have your will be done. He was ready to charge down and take on each of those dreams and minions single-handedly for you.” He adds softly, “And a little bit because he's come to like me a lot.” Faking a shudder he flashes a final smile before leaning back against his pillows once more. And letting out a long sigh. Most of the positive energy that had seeped into him against his will over the past day has all but vanished from his body, absorbed by the other man, and he's left with the darker side of the feelings thrumming through his body. 'I still like the little guy, but now it feels less foreign. My feelings for him and. . . His thoughts trail off as he looks over to Enasi. He waits quietly to see the effect of his own monolog on the other guardian.
Rolling his eyes back a long smile finds it's way to his lips at the refreshed feeling inside him. His wounds still throb dully so he knows the energy doesn't help there, but Enasi's dark energies are the best pain killers he's had yet. When at last the Dream Guardian is finished talking Seishu lets out a long sigh, a faint crackle of dark energy jumping across his skin. Drawing it all in carefully as to not cause any harm he takes a few minutes to gather his thoughts. 'I have so many comebacks, so many openings to tease him, but. . .' His brows furrow in confusion for a moment, but them smooth out as a wicked smile curls across his face. 'I know exactly what to do' Shifting a bit so he can better face the man, he coughs slightly and takes a breath.
“If we are suppose to hate one another, then I have been doing it wrong for years. Whenever I saw you on the battlefield, sure I was sickened, but I always thought you were quite beautiful. The way you moved always fascinated me. My instincts didn't let me watch for long, but I always felt I wanted to watch just a little longer.” He watches, an innocent a smile on his face as he can manage, as the faint trickle of positive feelings begin flowing out of him and over to the man in the swivel chair. 'It's working' “And despite your complete lack of strict control over them, I've always admired how your underlings openly expressed themselves even during battle where one needs focus. The would throw themselves in front of one another, protecting them with such passion, it was always very touching.” The feelings continue to flow like a white stream, curling up Enasi's leg and vanishing behind the back of the chair.
“As for Rue, he makes me laugh. He's very amusing. He also makes me happy. Even though I know you guys are beyond forgiving and all, so after I leave he should be fine, but being looked at the way others do now must be hard on the little guy. I'm actually kinda grateful for the looks though because that's just more negative energy for me to feed on. He's such a good, kind boy, even if his memory is like a sive and I constantly have to put up with the happiness pouring off of him. Especially. . .” A faint sickness washes over him at the nice thing he's about to do for the other, “when he's talking about you. Man, that kid's love and devotion knows no bounds.” He waits a moment then murmurs, “Enasi, look at me.” As soon as he's got the other man's eyes he continues. “I can tell he likes me a lot, but I swear it's because of how much he wants you to relax, or be happy, or not worry, or some foolish nonsense like that, that he decided to stay by my side. I figured out earlier who he reminds me of.”
Rolling his eyes a fond smile comes to his lips, “He's like Kaila, willing to do whatever it takes for the one he's given his all for. The second you decided to care for me until I am well he locked on to that will and has been doing everything in his power to have your will be done. He was ready to charge down and take on each of those dreams and minions single-handedly for you.” He adds softly, “And a little bit because he's come to like me a lot.” Faking a shudder he flashes a final smile before leaning back against his pillows once more. And letting out a long sigh. Most of the positive energy that had seeped into him against his will over the past day has all but vanished from his body, absorbed by the other man, and he's left with the darker side of the feelings thrumming through his body. 'I still like the little guy, but now it feels less foreign. My feelings for him and. . . His thoughts trail off as he looks over to Enasi. He waits quietly to see the effect of his own monolog on the other guardian.
You should see the 4 OTHER vampires I've made recently :P It was fun coming up with ways to make them all different :P
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