PopeAlessandros

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

Hope you don't mind all the things I listed off under the similarities without conferring with you first in my previous post :P I tried to do stuff that would make sense :P

A Diplomatic Overture - An Android's Fight for Sentient Status

But that's what I'm saying, they CAN'T share memories. It, in my mind, would add a a bit of mortality that would make them more sympathetic in the eyes of the council.

And making it so that the androids are basically perfect without some sorts of modifications would be kinda boring, don't cha think? So maybe not storage space, something else that a guy like him would find useful in the job.

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

~As his mind passes from the world of the living the nothingness rushes in to meet him. The darkness is as dreadful as ever, each moment just like the last. He had long ago given up on anything ever changing in this dark, empty place. He wanders back and forth for a few minutes, his footsteps making not a sound. His own breathing is muted in his ears and eventually he plops down and tucks his legs up against his chest.

At least I'm not injured here. . .

That's at least something. . .

with a sigh he looks around without any real hope of seeing anything. Even though he knows there is nothing to find, his curiosity doesn't let him sit for long. Instead after a few quiet minutes he stands and begins wandering again.

Then suddenly, something is different. A faint tingle, familiar but foreign to his dream world, starts in the back of his hand. Looking down his gazes at the mark on the back of his hand. His eyes widen in wonders as it seems to start spinning.

This is impossible. . .

Touching his fingers to the smooth surface of the mark it's obvious that the skin itself is not moving, however when he pulls his fingers back it indeed looks to sill be spinning.

What does it mean. . .?

Then suddenly there is a tug. His arm rises off somewhere to his right and without thinking he turns to follow it. His arm drops back to his side, but he continues walking.

Something is there. . .

I can feel it. . .

It seems so familiar. . .

His feet continue to move, his mind trying to comprehend just what is happening.~

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Rue is roused from his sleep by a sudden influx of unfamiliar energy. He sits bolt up right, his fists coming up ready for a fight. Blinking his eyes rapidly to looks around the room for the source of the sudden rush of energy. He glares into the corners, trying to put on a tough front even as he lets out a huge yawn. Suddenly the energy hit him again and his head whips around to look at the man in the bed beside him. 'It's coming from him? Really? I wonder what kind of energy it is. It's not like the dark stuff that makes me sick, and it's not like the light stuff that makes me happy. . .' Dropping his hands on tot he covers he yawns again and lays back down. 'Well, whatever it is, I can ask tomorrow. I'm sure Mister Seishu can tell me. . .' With that the dream minion falls directly back to sleep with a smile on his lips.

Who Will Break? ~ PopeAlessandros x Raafling

Chuckling low in his throat Kiel shifts in a little closer so he can get his arms around the boy to wrap the last bandage securely. “Dark dark chocolate, I can do that.” He murmurs, looking up at Zach with a smile. His fingers are nimble and move quickly as he finishes wrapping and secures the bandage in place with a strip of medical tape. Tucking away the rest of the supplies he scoops up the kit and stands up. Still directly in front of the boy he reaches up and brushes his hair back so he can look at his face better. “I'll be back right around the time the sun goes down. The cook from the parish will bring out a meal around lunch time, and the entire parish knows to keep an eye out for anyone trying to come on the grounds after you.” Ruffling the hair beneath his fingers he steps back with a smile. “You just get some rest for now. Everything will be alright little one.”

With that he turns back to the house and after dropping the kit just inside the front door and snatching up his wallet and pocket knife he heads out through the front gates. All morning he cases the west side, looking for anything new or out of place. The streets are as hard and rugged as ever, but right around noon a familiar looking pack of boys close in on him. Kiel smiles at them, and a couple new members seem ready for a fight. However a young man, about sixteen and a head shorter than the rest of them waves a hand for quiet. He steps forward, his hand held out in greeting. “Hey Kiel. Long time since you been on this side. We missed you.” His voice is rough, his habitual smoking habit evident in the ragged sound. With a smile Kiel moves right past the hand and the boy lets out a groan as the priest pulls him into a one armed hug. His other hand comes up to ruffle his hair and the teen pushes him away halfheartedly. The new kids exchange glances while the rest of the gang relaxes and begins wandering about the area.

The rather large ally is flanked on both sides by very tall apartment buildings, one of the ones nearest the street long abandoned. Smiling wide Kiel gives the young man a look of apology. “I'm sorry Den. A whore house on south side went out of business a couple months ago and I've been trying to help as many as I can before they split for. . . . “A better place” to ply their trade.” Den gives him a vaguely haunted look before looking away.

“Yeah, that's important man.” After a second his gaze returns to the father. “So, what are you doing over here then? Everything all taken care of now?”

Kiel shakes his head sadly. “Nope, just more bad new I'm afraid Den.” motioning to a nearby pile of crates and pallets he moves over and takes a seat on the rough wood. Den follows close behind and sits on a stack of crates. Fixing the teen with a serious look he asks, “Den, have you heard of any new gangs around. They would be violent, and willing to bloody up newcomers.”

The boy looks back at him, knowing better than to ask for more information than the priest was willing to give. “Nope, not in this area, but I will have my boys keep an eye out from guys like that.” A silent communication passes between the two and Den nods. 'No way I'll get anywhere near specific about who asked, and I won't even tell my boys about the “Attacking newcomers” part. They may be my boys, but for the right price, they'd sell out in a minute about Father Kiel and some new kid' Sliding off the crate pile he stands still and puts up with another hug before letting out a whistle and leading his gang out of the alley.

Kiel watches them go, a smile firmly planted on his lips as they push and play fight as they walk off deeper into the labyrinth of alley ways. With a sigh he checks his watch. 'They should be serving lunch about now. I hope Zach was able to get some sleep. . . .'

New Eyes and an Old Soul

I'm glad you like him :P And only post what you are comfortable posting :P Don't worry too much about length, or else you end up with a lot of meaningless filler, which while sometimes amusing, is often never good :P

New Eyes and an Old Soul

It doesn't take long for flames to spring up in the old fire pot. With a smile Dorian glances over his shoulder to look at the boy in his new attire. 'Very good. He cleaned up well' He turns back to the task at hand but just as he gets a grip on the now crusty dry clothing cool fingers on his collarbone forces his neck to arch slightly. “You really are an impatient little thing, are you not?” he murmurs. Keeping his neck as still as possible should the boy decide to take another bite out of him he picks up the pile of ragged clothing and places into the fire. The wet feeling of a tongue on his neck makes him roll his eyes but he's saved from having to drive the boy off by him recoiling from the smell of the clothes on fire.

Chuckling lightly he makes sure all the clothes are burning properly before closing the door to the firepot and moving back over to the bed. Taking a seat he picks up his clean shirt and pulls it on. “Yes, it is a rather horrid smell, but I doubt the humans will take much note of it. Their senses are not as good as ours.” Glancing at the window as he buttons up he surveys the fading light and after a moment gives a nod. “Once I am ready, we will head out little one.” Looking back to James he fixed him with his gaze. As he puts on his cravat he gives the boy some brief instructions. “I want you to stay close to me, and do not go after anyone, even if they smell particularly good. The trick to not drawing attention is to pretend to be one of them.”

Pulling on his coat the finishes situating himself, making sure he looks his best before walking over to James. Reaching up he takes hold of the back of the newborns neck, his grip as such to trigger a freezing response in the young vampire. “When you feel this, you will not really have a choice, but I would like for you to remember that this means stop whatever you are doing. Much like a cat, you will have the instinct to not move when gripped here, however there have been newborns that have been able to defy this instinct.” Letting his neck go he instead curls an arm around his shoulders and give a squeeze. “I will only do it when absolutely imperative that you not move. Trust me in this. I have known some to abuse this control technique, but I am not one of them.”

Turning back to the bed he picks up the last piece of his outfit, his hair ribbon. Shaking his head lightly so his hair settles he reaches up and pulls it back, leaving his bangs free to frame his face. Once tied into a loose but secure ponytail he lets his hair drop to settle against his back before turning to the youngster waiting to feed. Crossing back over to him he slips his arm back across the boy's shoulders, settling his hand on the collarbone on the opposite side he's standing on. In a low murmur he says, “I will let you lead for now. I wish to observe what attracts you so I can make some assessments. However, do not leave my side. I will let you know when we can feed.” With that he moves together with James to the door, slipping together out into the hall with Dorian closing the door softly behind them.

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

M'kay, I'll get my response up laters. I has some stuffs to get done :P

A Diplomatic Overture - An Android's Fight for Sentient Status

As laborers they could have parts of their designs that are adaptable to whichever job they undertake. Like, your guy could have extra memory space so when he contacts all the other races he isn't in danger of forgetting anything. This would make is so that he's a little less "Tough" I guess you could say since, if they wanna keep the same all around shape, the memory banks would take up space that would otherwise be used for "Muscle" or "Weapons" or stuff like that. Your thoughts

We could go this route: They can connect with one another over long distances since it made work easier, but once a droid "Dies" the only memories they can leave behind are ones recorded externally. This was to keep them in line. Each android can remember interaction with the dead droid, but any shared memories are erased. They kept the feature to help those left behind to move on and not dwell on the shared memories. What cha think?

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

I wanna try something, but I gotta run it by you first. What do you say of them meeting up in the nothingness? It would be only because of the proximity that they would be able to find each other this time, seeing as the barrier has always kept them from meeting in such a way when they both slept at the same time before. I thought it might be neat after that little bonding experience :P This could maybe be a leftover trait from their race.

Blood Soaked Desperate Times

Just letting you know, that first part is Kinn dreaming of one of those other times he's been summoned :P