PopeAlessandros

Monsters? *Anyone Can Play!*

Monsters?

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This story is going to be set up a bit differently from most. This is going to be kinda like a “Choose your own scare” book. Instead of having a set of players, anyone on the site can “Play” at any time. And instead of writing up posts, you will make 1-5 sentence posts about what you would like to see happen next, and I will write out the idea into a coherent paragraph or more, depending on how far the idea takes me. Each idea will get at last one paragraph in the next post and in essence create it's own time line, making many separate branches to the story.

But, to avoid making this too branchy, this is gonna work like this. Let's say I get three submissions/suggestions, I will then write for each one. The next round each player must state which paragraph/s they are making the next submission/s for before each submission so I know which line of events to build on for each suggestion, and make suggestion/s from there. This will make more sense as we go along :P If only two of the prior suggestions are chosen to continue from, the one left out is now a dead branch. Like this:



Simple ne?

Anyways, “You” are Sasha, or more specifically, Sasha's astral projection, at the moment. Feel free to throw in as many suggestions as you like and go wild! Note, the story can go on even if you decide to kill Sasha, just letting you know. So, 2 days after the first suggestion is posted (giving people time to read up) I'll close suggestion time and write the paragraphs. Have at it, and have fun! (Oh, and kinda feel a but dumb saying this, but all submissions should be made here, not on the IC part)

Of Steam and Souls

No problem. I'm patient. Also sick, so really, no hurry :P

New Eyes and an Old Soul

I fell ill. I'll try and get to responses tomorrow. Sorry I didn't tell you when I started getting sick.

Blood Soaked Desperate Times

I fell ill. I'll try and get to responses tomorrow. Sorry I didn't tell you when I started getting sick.

Magical Protection

I fell ill. I'll try and get to responses tomorrow. Sorry I didn't tell you when I started getting sick.

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

I fell ill. I'll try and get to responses tomorrow. Sorry I didn't tell you when I started getting sick.

The Rebel Vampire

When in place around the wrists they slightly weaken the one shackled, more so the more they struggle, and are sealed magically so they can not be opened save by the one who closed them, or by a very powerful mystic locksmith. They look like this save the chains are longer, and they have rigging at the base so that they can be shortened temporarily.



Alexi will have to put them on Erik himself and the flat pads will draw a bit of his blood when he seals it.

The Rebel Vampire

Smiling happily as his favorite servant enters with his after meeting tea Alexi stretches once, his whole body tensing for a moment. With a sigh he relaxes, a hand drifting out to scoop up the fragrant cup of liquid. 'Once the new one arrives, Joseph may get bumped down to second place, but I'm sure he won't mind. Not that he really seems to mind anything. He's like a dad who never seems to disapprove of his son, or at least never shows it' Even after the other male addresses him the lord of the estate continues to simply stare at him lost in thought. 'It had been a while since any of the servants needed breaking. And this will be only the second I have broken myself, and only the third vampire to serve this family. I wasn't around for the other two. I wonder if Joseph will be willing to help out in his limited capacity'

Alexi gives the old vampire a fond smile, motioning his gaze upwards so he can see it. Even with his ingrained subservient attitude, a direct command could not be ignored by the well broken elder. “Thank you Joseph. That will be all for my needs at the moment.” He pauses, batting a few things around in his head before adding on, “However I will need you to make some arrangements for me.” He takes a long sip of tea, shifting into a sitting position as he does so. Setting the cup down he rises and walks over to the fireplace which a young female servant had just stoked. Standing to the side of the actual mouth of the brick fireplace he leans back against the mantle and glances over at Joseph with a focused look on his face. The servants know better than to leave when being addressed until they are dismissed formally.

When at last he gets the list sorted out his face breaks into a smile once again, this one purely from the delightful feeling he gets when thinking about his soon-to-be newest acquisition. With a faint hum he runs his hand over the back of his neck before bringing it down to tug on his bangs. “I need a bed from one of the guest rooms to be brought into my bedroom and placed near one of the studier walls near a support beam. After that I need the breaking chains, the strongest ones we have, to be mounted in the support beam. They should be long enough for one to walk to the end of the bed and no further, and rigged so they can be shortened easily.” As he talks, his giddiness comes through in his voice. “Make sure our stock of blood is fresh, and I need you to hunt down that potion used for hard breaking that was used on you all those years ago.”

He pauses for a moment, his smile fading into a rather fond soft look at the older male before, he turns to look towards the covered windows. “I'm getting a new slave soon. A completely wild vampire and I will need every advantage in breaking this one. He will be the greatest challenge this house has ever seen. Perhaps the greatest challenge in the history of non-human slavery. . .”A chill runs up his spine and his face lights up with the thought of the difficulties ahead. “This will be. . . Amazing. . .” In a distant voice he adds, “Make sure this is all done properly, and before the sun rises tomorrow. Use as many as you need, and do not forget that if there are any mistakes it may mean my life.” With that he waves his hand in dismissal and turns to face the fire. “Dismissed.”

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Mois watches from the safety of an abandoned truck bed as the rebels matriculate around the building in the shadows. His own men wait several meters further back beneath scent dispelling cloth used fro such undercover situations. One such cloth stretches over the truck bed like a waterproof covering so it blends in perfectly in the darkness. From beneath it Mois stares at his little display screen attaches to a small snake camera peeking out from beneath the covering. He rotates it slowly until he spots his target. True guerrilla fashion he isn't really distinguishable from the other rebels, however frequent glances in his direction is enough to convince the man that he's the one he's after. 'It's almost time' As if on cue his scope catches a new kind of movement and he zooms in on a group of people entering the building.

The people are actually decoys, meant to look and act like the slavers so that the rebels would not get suspicious. They are obviously talking rather loud, pretending to be oblivious to the non-humans surrounding the building in the dark. Since new slaves and be dangerous the weaponry strapped to their sides doesn't look at all out of place and Mois nods almost proudly at their passable acting skills. They enter through a small side door and as soon as the light pouring out from inside vanishes from sight Mois watches the rebels begin taking action. As soon as he deems it safe enough he climbs silently out of the truck and begins stalking silently after them at a safe distance. 'Once the bullets start flying I should be in position to take down the leader. Once good thing about growing up being raised by a vampire, it's become almost second nature when it comes to avoiding detection by one'

This, That, and The Other Thing ~ PopeAlessandros x Jiskastya

“I'm not quite sure what you mean by reversible creatures. You mean ones that don't necessarily stay on one side, within their same type? As in, a parent could go to the Daywalkers, and a child (cousin, brother, etc.) could go to the Nightwalkers? I'd rather not have any of those at all. If you mean something else by that, though, feel free to clarify.”

*Gathers thoughts*

Sorry this response took a while but it really took a lot of attention to work out my thoughts coherently on this one :P If you would like to have sub species inside the races that land on opposite sides of things, then it follows that there will be inter racial breeding and children that WILL have to choose one side or the other when they reach a certain age. For them, it will be a choice things. I only say this to follow true to my idea that no one thing should decide if you are a Nightwalker or a Daywalker. For many races, I see that yes, they will be most definitely on one side or the other, however with races that have sub divisions, I see a lot of “Choice” entering the matter when it comes to the more ambiguous aspects to the sides of the war.

If you really don't want “Choice” to enter into this at all, then it would be best if we stick with singular races with no divisions, but even then, going along with what I said before, that does not eliminate the idea of choice since even in the most narrowly construed definitions of what makes someone one thing or another, there are always the exceptions.

But I digress. When I said Riba I was talking about having sub races and inter racial children for the most part. So a dark elf and a wood elf have a kid, which side would it be on? For the most part, whichever parent that raised it would make the choice, but I have always loved a good rebellious undertone, or perhaps just freaks who just don't feel they fit in. In that respect, I had plans to have such things, but if you really are against such things, then to minimize my creativity in that respect it would be best if we went with the narrow race setting. In other words, only one race of elves, one kind of dragon(Or simply all different colors of dragons on one side, separating out the drakes, wyvrens, and flying serpents), and so on and so forth.

New Eyes and an Old Soul

Well, since it wasn't a wound, changing it would make it more accurate, and I'd like to see what you write about her reaction :P