No problem.
For me the choice would only exist if
A) They are obviously are of a mixed race
B) They are raised by both parents so they KNOW they are a mixed race
C) Their parent tells them they are mixed and force them to make the choice
D) Any mix of the above
I would think that for a mixed race that comes to the point where they have to make the choice, someone other than the parent/s will have figured it out by then and they will tell the leaders, and they will have to be informed of said choice. For those in the resistance I would say they would have made a public choice, and in the resistance they feel more free to be themselves.
As for the night and day thing, yeah, for the most part I can see it related to the actual time of day, but I also like the exceptions. Fairies like to operate at night, but I see them as Daywalkers, know what I mean?
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By the way, the "Tullian" was a random name I pulled out of my head for a brand of wine :P
Oh, and I know what you mean. I too am looking forward to the interactions over the hard breaking :P
Oh, and I know what you mean. I too am looking forward to the interactions over the hard breaking :P
Heheheh, "Eager to start angst", that made me giggle, but I know what you mean :P Yeah, Joseph will discover it soon, since Alexi has every intention of telling him as soon as possible. He trusts the elder vampire :P
The only reason I don't want any of the servants to find out, is because I don't want anyone from the resistance to find out, at least not for a long time :P *Evil laugh* All part of my plan, mwahahahaaaa!
The only reason I don't want any of the servants to find out, is because I don't want anyone from the resistance to find out, at least not for a long time :P *Evil laugh* All part of my plan, mwahahahaaaa!
Oki, post up! Sorry it took so long. I'm currently at my stuck at my sister house, which is not conducive to writing with all the stress in the air. . . .
Dorian keeps a strait face, his faint smile becoming almost fixed as the man lights his pipe. The fouls smell of burning plant wafts his way and he is careful to keep breathing even though if he simply stopped the stink would be lessened. 'Of all the tings humans have come up with to destroy their bodies, this one is by far the worst. At least most others have little to no affect on those around them. If I could have my stomach turned by such thing, the smell would sicken me. As it is, it is at least simply unpleasant' His smile widens as the man asks him a question. “Just a little trip for my companion's sake. He has not seen the sea properly since his birth and he wished to view it once more.” The men laugh at the vaguely romantic idea and Dorian is ready to join in when suddely cool fingers slip from his grasp.
His head snaps around and his eyes lock immediately upon James as he weaves through the crowd towards the door. With a slight bow, his eyes still turned away he murmurs, “Forgive me, it seems my companion is in need of some fresh air. . . .” His tone is light, sounding only vaguely concerned. The men make some offhanded comments about youth but Dorian slides away before they can really register. 'The way he is moving, this must be important. He has been so cautious up to this point, now he moves with blatent disreguard for whom he runs into. He is not even hiding his face' A slow smile spreads across his lips as he catches up with the newborn right at the door. Rather than gabbing hold of him or speaking, he follows silently a few paces behind.
The hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as the scent of a vampire filters through his nostrils and he feels his muscles tense. 'A newcomer. Someone has just come into town. I wonder who this could be. . . .' Ahead of him James is frozen on the spot, his eyes fixed. The smell of blood comes from somewhere nearby and Dorian steps up beside the youngster. An eyebrow raises as he watches the woman feed. 'Middle-aged woman, made by someone who enjoys that set. Young, but by her skills well practiced and trained' Taking in her scent more fully Dorian figures out what drew the newborn's attention. 'She is of the same ilk as he. Not a sire, but related none the less'
His arm snakes out and he takes hold of James's opposite shoulder gently, his arm settling across the younger male's back. The sound of feeding causes a tingle in his own innards, the more instinctual part of his being aroused by the sound. 'The little one may be feeling it too, however we can not have him just running in on instinct, now can we?' Leaning in close he whispers, “Well, seems you have lead us to a fine starting point. Very good. We will have to speak with her, no?” At the sound of his voice the woman stops feeding, the man falling limply to the ground in a heap. She reaches up, wiping her lips clean on a red cloth. Dorian trails his eyes up and down her body, taking in her finery, fresh and clean. 'Perhaps she lives on an estate near here? She needs to keep clean somehow, and she lives far enough away that I can not sense her. Or she could be a traveler, however I do not see much dust on her. . .'
His head snaps around and his eyes lock immediately upon James as he weaves through the crowd towards the door. With a slight bow, his eyes still turned away he murmurs, “Forgive me, it seems my companion is in need of some fresh air. . . .” His tone is light, sounding only vaguely concerned. The men make some offhanded comments about youth but Dorian slides away before they can really register. 'The way he is moving, this must be important. He has been so cautious up to this point, now he moves with blatent disreguard for whom he runs into. He is not even hiding his face' A slow smile spreads across his lips as he catches up with the newborn right at the door. Rather than gabbing hold of him or speaking, he follows silently a few paces behind.
The hairs on the back of his neck stand on end as the scent of a vampire filters through his nostrils and he feels his muscles tense. 'A newcomer. Someone has just come into town. I wonder who this could be. . . .' Ahead of him James is frozen on the spot, his eyes fixed. The smell of blood comes from somewhere nearby and Dorian steps up beside the youngster. An eyebrow raises as he watches the woman feed. 'Middle-aged woman, made by someone who enjoys that set. Young, but by her skills well practiced and trained' Taking in her scent more fully Dorian figures out what drew the newborn's attention. 'She is of the same ilk as he. Not a sire, but related none the less'
His arm snakes out and he takes hold of James's opposite shoulder gently, his arm settling across the younger male's back. The sound of feeding causes a tingle in his own innards, the more instinctual part of his being aroused by the sound. 'The little one may be feeling it too, however we can not have him just running in on instinct, now can we?' Leaning in close he whispers, “Well, seems you have lead us to a fine starting point. Very good. We will have to speak with her, no?” At the sound of his voice the woman stops feeding, the man falling limply to the ground in a heap. She reaches up, wiping her lips clean on a red cloth. Dorian trails his eyes up and down her body, taking in her finery, fresh and clean. 'Perhaps she lives on an estate near here? She needs to keep clean somehow, and she lives far enough away that I can not sense her. Or she could be a traveler, however I do not see much dust on her. . .'
Since you don't wanna know, all I can say, or ask for, is that you go along with none of the servants other than Joseph ever finding out just who Alexi has captive. If you wanna know, I can tell, and we can work together on it, I'd love to see your thoughts on the matter, but if not this will be an interesting challenge for me as well as Alexi :P
Alexi watches in mild fascination as the vampire lashes back at him. 'He's breathing hard, he's definitely agitated, but with the drugs in his system he shouldn't be able to get so physically worked up. I guess that could have something to do with his age' He tilts his head, listening carefully to the man's ranting. 'He is so passionate. I wish I could see that more in my own servants. I know most are slaves, but the few humans even act like tortured little puppies. I'm not cruel, I never punish without a reason. Is ti so much to ask to see a little more backbone?' Letting out a sigh Alexi tilts a little, leaning back against one of the foot posts on his four poster bed.
His little smile is still in place and even as the vampire falls silent he feels no need to respond right away. The daggers flying from the man's eyes are almost soothing. 'He has just what I need, and he will give it to me whether he knows it or not. He will do what I need him to do, but not by submitting, by defying. He is, perfect' His tongue darts out to lick his lips before he finally speaks up once more. “I agree, slavers are a huge part of the problem. But every problem has a solution, and if you want to be around to see it all you have to do is what needs to be done.” He chuckles lightly. “When we reach the end of this, I'll tell you the solution, but until then, just keep being yourself.” Turning on his heel Alexi strides toward the open door to his bathroom. He pauses in the doorway, one hand on the frame. Turning to look over his shoulder he adds one final note, “I may be everything you hate in humans, and I don't expect you to believe me, but I just wanted to let you know one thing. I never lie. I may not tell the whole truth, I may dance around it, but I never lie.” His voice trails off and with a light smile he vanishes into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
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After finishing the last bit of his paperwork from the night's events Mois hosp in his car and heads home. The sun is till high in the sky, and traffic make the trip an hour longer than it has to be. By the time he pulls into the family's large garage he is thoroughly sick and tired of dealing with other human beings. Slamming the door to his SUV he rolls his eyes at the sight of some of the morning staff buffing his brother's collection of antique cars. 'If he ever actually drives any of those in public, people are going to think he's crazier than they already do. But still, the MUST remain in working order and look all shiny' Shaking his head with a sigh he waves to one of the servants. The mousey young girl comes over quickly, her eyes on her shoes as she stops in front of the elder Vandros. “Send Joseph to my house with a bottle of the old Tullian, an 86 if we still have it, and a sandwich, he'll know which one.”
The servant nods and scurries away to deliver the order. Mois watches her go for a few seconds then turns and heads out the garage's side door. There is a good stretch of lawn between the garage and his small house on the grounds and he enjoys the walk in the fresh air. The lawn is well manicured, a little longer than one would expect, but that's all thanks to the younger Vandros. He's always enjoyed thick plush grass and even to this day can be found laying on it from time to time when he needs a break from “being an adult”. A smile flashes briefly over Mois's face as he recalls how many times he'd been sent out to find his brother after a particularly bad turn with the parents. At the thought of his brother though he pauses, turning back to look at the mansion. His eyes narrow as his gaze travels up the side wall towards the upper floors. The sun's glare turns his back on to the lawn quickly and with a sigh he makes his way the last hundred feet to his house.
Once inside he sheds all of his outer gear quickly and slips into a comfortable pair of sweats waiting by the door. The servants do not come to his house unless he asks for them, so instead of leaving his clothes in a pile as his brother would Mois dumps them into an air chute that would take them to the manor to be cleaned. They would be returned later via another chute, plastic wrapped and folded neatly be morning. Even as an old servant's house, the interior is rather lovely, and well furnished. A fireplace stands cold along one wall with a plush two seater couch in front of it and small coffee table between the two. With a sigh Mois moves over to the opposite wall and unlocks a door on the opposite wall. Years ago the door had been installed as a way to connect the main house to Mois's so that the vampire and other night dwelling servants can traverse the pace between the two safely. The tunnel connecting the two building looks very midevil, as his brother wished it, and often times Mois would send for Joseph for updates on his brother. Taking a seat in a high backed chair beside the fireplace Mois groans as the stress of the day begins to take their toll. 'I may need to ask Joseph for a massage. The stress of all this is really starting to make my body regret loving my brother so much. . . .'
His little smile is still in place and even as the vampire falls silent he feels no need to respond right away. The daggers flying from the man's eyes are almost soothing. 'He has just what I need, and he will give it to me whether he knows it or not. He will do what I need him to do, but not by submitting, by defying. He is, perfect' His tongue darts out to lick his lips before he finally speaks up once more. “I agree, slavers are a huge part of the problem. But every problem has a solution, and if you want to be around to see it all you have to do is what needs to be done.” He chuckles lightly. “When we reach the end of this, I'll tell you the solution, but until then, just keep being yourself.” Turning on his heel Alexi strides toward the open door to his bathroom. He pauses in the doorway, one hand on the frame. Turning to look over his shoulder he adds one final note, “I may be everything you hate in humans, and I don't expect you to believe me, but I just wanted to let you know one thing. I never lie. I may not tell the whole truth, I may dance around it, but I never lie.” His voice trails off and with a light smile he vanishes into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
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After finishing the last bit of his paperwork from the night's events Mois hosp in his car and heads home. The sun is till high in the sky, and traffic make the trip an hour longer than it has to be. By the time he pulls into the family's large garage he is thoroughly sick and tired of dealing with other human beings. Slamming the door to his SUV he rolls his eyes at the sight of some of the morning staff buffing his brother's collection of antique cars. 'If he ever actually drives any of those in public, people are going to think he's crazier than they already do. But still, the MUST remain in working order and look all shiny' Shaking his head with a sigh he waves to one of the servants. The mousey young girl comes over quickly, her eyes on her shoes as she stops in front of the elder Vandros. “Send Joseph to my house with a bottle of the old Tullian, an 86 if we still have it, and a sandwich, he'll know which one.”
The servant nods and scurries away to deliver the order. Mois watches her go for a few seconds then turns and heads out the garage's side door. There is a good stretch of lawn between the garage and his small house on the grounds and he enjoys the walk in the fresh air. The lawn is well manicured, a little longer than one would expect, but that's all thanks to the younger Vandros. He's always enjoyed thick plush grass and even to this day can be found laying on it from time to time when he needs a break from “being an adult”. A smile flashes briefly over Mois's face as he recalls how many times he'd been sent out to find his brother after a particularly bad turn with the parents. At the thought of his brother though he pauses, turning back to look at the mansion. His eyes narrow as his gaze travels up the side wall towards the upper floors. The sun's glare turns his back on to the lawn quickly and with a sigh he makes his way the last hundred feet to his house.
Once inside he sheds all of his outer gear quickly and slips into a comfortable pair of sweats waiting by the door. The servants do not come to his house unless he asks for them, so instead of leaving his clothes in a pile as his brother would Mois dumps them into an air chute that would take them to the manor to be cleaned. They would be returned later via another chute, plastic wrapped and folded neatly be morning. Even as an old servant's house, the interior is rather lovely, and well furnished. A fireplace stands cold along one wall with a plush two seater couch in front of it and small coffee table between the two. With a sigh Mois moves over to the opposite wall and unlocks a door on the opposite wall. Years ago the door had been installed as a way to connect the main house to Mois's so that the vampire and other night dwelling servants can traverse the pace between the two safely. The tunnel connecting the two building looks very midevil, as his brother wished it, and often times Mois would send for Joseph for updates on his brother. Taking a seat in a high backed chair beside the fireplace Mois groans as the stress of the day begins to take their toll. 'I may need to ask Joseph for a massage. The stress of all this is really starting to make my body regret loving my brother so much. . . .'
I have no problem with pokes, as long as that is what they are. Exasperated whining and angry jabs need not apply :P Ever 24 hours I am guarantied to have at least one chance to do replies, so if I haven't yet a sharp poke will get my attention and prompt a response when I next flash by the site. I leave it up overnight sometimes, so don't try to track me via my "Online" status :P
As of late it's been almost pure stress keeping my away, but I'm finding that this site, and writing helps a little bit. Site went down for two days, RIGHT as I was going to do my responses, killed my mood for responses. But I am up, I am back :P Well, I need sleep now, but when I get up I will get strait to work! *Shakes fist* I never know when to give up, because I always have time! *Giggles* But seriously, I have no problem with a good poke when you feel I've been gone too long. Once or twice a day is fine :P
As of late it's been almost pure stress keeping my away, but I'm finding that this site, and writing helps a little bit. Site went down for two days, RIGHT as I was going to do my responses, killed my mood for responses. But I am up, I am back :P Well, I need sleep now, but when I get up I will get strait to work! *Shakes fist* I never know when to give up, because I always have time! *Giggles* But seriously, I have no problem with a good poke when you feel I've been gone too long. Once or twice a day is fine :P
I understand. I am sorry about the most recent lags in my replies. I am currently stuck in a house miles from my home and it's making it very hard to write. I know this may sound silly, but I am writing right now with the sun up, and it's really killing me to do so. My mind is slow, and I have no idea when the next explosion is going to happen in this household. I was hoping to be home way before today, and it looks like it still may be a few days before someone has time to get me home. My not responding is not by my choice, and I am really very sorry about it. If I were home I would be much quicker, and I know my past actions may not make that believable, but it is the truth. Before the con, the month leading up to it, I'm always super busy, and while I am here, far far from my comfort zone, writing is hard. My lag has nothing to do with my other RPs, I promise.
Now that I have finally kicked myself into writing during the day, when most here are asleep or at work, I will be able to reply better, and once I get home I will be ever more attentive now that the con is over until next year. (Side note: Also, I have to think really really hard on some of your questions, which accounts for a couple of those days on occasion, sorry. I just wanna give you my best and when I'm half dead I can write really good RP replies, but crappy OOC replies :P) This may sound stupid, and a bit selfish of me, but if you would poke me if I haven't replied in 24 hours, it acts as a kick and will get my juices flowing better. I know, I'm asking for you to keep me on task, and I'm sorry.
I really wanna RP with you too, and I love this world we are developing. My mind works a bit different from yours in that I have absolute recall after a couple lines. I'm sorry to hear it's so hard for you to keep this in your mind. (25, really? Well, I only have 20 on my list, and only about 14 are mostly kinda active. . . .Then there are the 6 on the other site. . . .*Shrugs*) Anyways, my motivation is working and I'm getting up all 14 replies before I sleep. I'll be around for a while today, and if you wanna keep working on this, y'know, back and forth for a few hours, I'll be here.
Sorry again I am causing so much trouble. *Bows*
Now that I have finally kicked myself into writing during the day, when most here are asleep or at work, I will be able to reply better, and once I get home I will be ever more attentive now that the con is over until next year. (Side note: Also, I have to think really really hard on some of your questions, which accounts for a couple of those days on occasion, sorry. I just wanna give you my best and when I'm half dead I can write really good RP replies, but crappy OOC replies :P) This may sound stupid, and a bit selfish of me, but if you would poke me if I haven't replied in 24 hours, it acts as a kick and will get my juices flowing better. I know, I'm asking for you to keep me on task, and I'm sorry.
I really wanna RP with you too, and I love this world we are developing. My mind works a bit different from yours in that I have absolute recall after a couple lines. I'm sorry to hear it's so hard for you to keep this in your mind. (25, really? Well, I only have 20 on my list, and only about 14 are mostly kinda active. . . .Then there are the 6 on the other site. . . .*Shrugs*) Anyways, my motivation is working and I'm getting up all 14 replies before I sleep. I'll be around for a while today, and if you wanna keep working on this, y'know, back and forth for a few hours, I'll be here.
Sorry again I am causing so much trouble. *Bows*
But, but the cat was on the same surface as the boy. . And he even jumped over him :P Just pointing it out in hopes that I am not being to vague in my descriptions, and hoping you will point it out if I am. In my mind the boy was still laying down when Yu jumped over him, but I guess that didn't come through. . . .
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