PopeAlessandros

New Eyes and an Old Soul

Dorian moves quickly, not wanting to leave the boy on his own for too long. In the room he checks the stove to make sure that the remnants of burnt clothing are completely ash, and checks the bed for any signs of blood. Once he is sure everything is in order he scoops up his travel bag, a carrier pouch that hangs from one shoulder the strap across his chest. The fine dark brown leather matches his outfit along with his air of one who is no stranger to the finer things in life. With one last glance around the room he gives a nod and heads out into the hall. 'Not an unpleasant place to stay. Perhaps if the staff were a bit more subtle in their ways. . .' He puts on one of his best smiles as he comes to the front desk. He decides to not negotiate with the woman, simply paying the sum she asks for. This makes her rather happy and he has to fight not to pull his hand back when she presses a grateful kiss to it.

With all his business taken care of he heads out to the street. The hard cobbles beneath his feet are alive with the clicking sounds of many feet not too far away, but in front of the inn itself seems to be less busy than one street to either side. He hums softly as he wanders towards the stable swiftly only to break into a slight run at the sound of a horse's scream. At the door to the building he stops only long enough to assess the situation. The girl, the one he assumes was sent to the stable to deliver what he asked for, stands against a stall door, her arms wrapped tightly around the parcels in his arms. His steed is rearing and plunging, shaking it's head wildly, while off to the side just out of reach the young vampire shuffles across the ground away from the upset animal.

Like lightning Dorian darts across the distance between them and, taking a tight hold on the collar of the boy's shirt, tosses him into a pile of hay nearby away from danger. Turning back towards the upset beast he motions for the girl to remain still and with practiced ease he moves to stand in close to the horse. The girl simply nods, pulling her arms in tighter. 'Now to calm you down Horace' Pulling his lips tight, tongue tucked behind teeth, Dorian lets out a shrill whistle that makes the stallion turn towards him. Still spooked it rears again, but Dorian dodges as the thick hooves come down and reaches out for the beast's head. Having been in the stable for a few days he has no harness, however Dorian is strong enough to just grip the muzzle bare handed to keep hold of Horace.

The stallion tries a few more times to rear but Dorian is talking to him, shushing him, muttering nonsensical words and with a loud huff he eventually quiets down. Still to frightened to approach the girl watches as Dorian looks the beast over. Upon finding a small patch of blood around a very recognizable set of puncture wounds the elder's head snaps around to give James a sharp look before he reaches in his bag to retrieve something. Always ready to cater to his horses, Dorian produces a bottle of a thick green poultice and begins applying it to the wound. 'At least it's not deep. I guess I over estimated the little one' Glancing over at the boy once more he give him a little tilt of the head, beckoning him over.

Make Me Purr, or Roar. . . ~ PopeAlessandros x Crawkid

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When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

~The stuttering confession from his counterpart was enough to raise a few questions in Seishu's mind. However the peace and harmony of the place kept his from feeling the need to have some sort of retort for it.

He's been blushing for a while.

I wonder if he notices.

A warm feeling bubbles in his stomach at the rather pathetic attempt to at least try and move away from him, but his smile remains without malice or spite. Instead when Enasi looks away to the world below, lost far beneath the cloud cover, he begins wondering if there is something he can do. . .

His eyes narrow, a faint shimmer coming from his hands where they rest on the other's lower back. Somehow, he knows it's just what he needs. He can just feel it. Carefully he slides his hands up to rest between Enasi's shoulder blades. The shimmer seems to take a more solid form and Seishu's smile widens.

I get it.

I can give it to him.

I can share with him.

He hums low in his throat at Enasi's compliment, recalling once saying something about the two never being able to do such a thing for the other. The recollection brings a chuckle from deep inside, however his focus remain on his work. The shimmering strands begin lacing together, weaving in and out, around and through, each strand no larger than a thread of silk from a spiderweb. “That is the lullaby you asked me about before. It's something the nurses came up with eons ago for the little ones. They use to just hum something nonsensical or play some instruments, but one night a young nurse was telling a young boy about the night mothers.” He glances at Enasi with a innocent grin before returning his focus to the energy.

“It was kind of a joke about the one who had my job before me. I don't remember her all that well, but she was quite the terror. A few of my own subjects thought of her as a role model. I had to deal with that a while ago. . .But that's not part of the story.” He lets out a sigh, his work half finished. “The child was afraid, fearing the night mothers, so he told the boy it was alright, that the night fathers would keep them in check.” He gives Enasi another small smile. “That was a reference to us actually. Since we replaced them, in essence it is we that keep from the rise of more night mothers, so. . . .Well, one of the other nurses started humming, and he began to sing. The song was rough at first, a lot of stuttered lines, and forgotten parts, but eventually the staff worked out something, and an actual set of notes, and poof! They made the first Nightmare Lullaby.”

Humming again Seishu smiles, his work finished. He presses his fingers firmly against Enasi's back, between the shoulder blades as before, however this time the energy latches on to the Dream Guardian. After a few seconds he can feel the weight atop him increase, however his flight does not falter. Instead he gives Enasi a look of victory. Ever so gently he takes Enasi by the shoulders and pushes him upwards. He moves slowly, trying not to spook the man, each inch a small achievement. “It's alright, I know what I'm doing. I can feel it, things will be alright. Let me help you.” Seishu can not understand where his words are coming from, such things he has never heard from his lips save for his own minions, and normally only the children at that. However, foreign though they feel, he does not feel disturbed by their presence.

When at last he has Enasi sitting upright, his knees hanging to the sides of Seishu's waist with his feet still hooked around the Nightmare Guardian's legs, Seishu braces him carefully and keeps his movements strait and steady. In many other situations he may have found the position irresistible to teasing, however that is not his goal right now. Instead he splays his fingers across the other's chest and simply looks at him for a few seconds. His hair ruffles slightly in the soft breeze, his clothes flapping gently, and behind him a pair of glorious white fluffy wings ripple in the fiery light from the setting sun. They are still bent close to his body, the tenseness of the other reflected in their state. His lips spread in a gentle smile as he looks into his counterpart's eyes. “There is no way I would allow the lord of dreams to be denied the right to one of the fondest dream powers man has ever come up with. If you falter, I will catch you. So when you're ready, just spread your wings, and let the sky take you.”~

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

~Seishu tilts his head in confusion as Enasi seems almost frightened.

I wonder what's wrong?

I know he can fly.

Perhaps he's just not sure that he can here. . . .

With a shrug and a devious look he darts down beneath the coulds and rushes the cliff. The clouds are not wet and cold like real ones, instead they are like a warm breath of air enfolding him in it's embrace. With a sigh he uses his momentum to arch back just before striking the rock and rocket strait up in front of his counter part. Before the other can respond he changes direction again and with a soft laugh he curves around the other. After a single loop he moves in closer and knocks his knees carefully out from beneath him, catching the other guardian in his arms before turning to the clouds once more.

As they dart over the edge he makes sure his grip is firm, not wanting to scare the poor sparkler. He leans in close to whisper, “Trust me,” before shifting his wings so that they go into a dive. The wind is soft and warm, with only a faint chill to it but Seishu blames that on their speed. Turning mid dive as to not disappear into the clouds one wing skims through the thick blanket, leaving a stream behind them marking their path. He lets out a laugh, a smile on his lips as he darts up high once more. Recalling that Enasi once mentioned he'd like to hear Seishu sing the Nightmare Guardian decides that now is a good a time as any. Slowing down a bit he rolls so that he's on his back and carefully he adjusts his passenger so that he's settles safely against him. Wrapping his arms around the other he smiles up at him playfully before letting out a small shushing sound.

“Rest you now,
come rest your head.
It is now time
it is time for bed.

Travel on
behind your eyes
to where they rest
the mothers of the night.

Their dresses flow
like shadow
like fire.

At their hand you see.
At their hand you see them
the fathers of the night.

Together they wave
your nightly ways.
Together they build
your long adventures
in the night.

So rest now,
come rest your head.
Let them love you.
Let them hold you.
De~ep
in the night.”

Turning slowly he weave back and forth as he sings, letting the lyrics guide his movements. He keeps a tight grip on Enasi, but his smooth movements ensure that he is never in any danger of falling. As the song comes to an end Seishu smiles at his counterpart. “So, do you really think you can't fly? Or were you just being shy?” He drops his voice for the last part, his smile becoming somewhat teasing.~

Make Me Purr, or Roar. . . ~ PopeAlessandros x Crawkid

Hnnn? Kay. . . . .Want me post my empty profile here for you to use?

Blood Soaked Desperate Times

With a relaxed sigh Kinn settles with his back against the wall beside the doorway leading to the bath. A low hum starts up in this throat as his mind wanders here and there, surveying all he's learned. He closes his eyes, examining what he can while he waits. 'This place if fairly old, as far as humans are concerned. Many lifetimes have been here and gone since even last I was in this land. I recall now, being here twice before, however back then things were far more savage' His brows twitches slightly as he hears the king exit the water and begin making his way back to the room. With the door between the others and himself he allows himself a little time to himself as the king addresses his subjects. When he hears the door leading to the hall close behind the woman Kinn kicks the door beside him lightly so that it swings shut and he can see the other two males clearly.

He lets his eyes rove openly over the ailing man, examining him at a distance as the servant works. 'I can see him almost building himself up as the other works. Like he is preparing for some great feat' He cocks an eyebrow at the thought, but like so many others of his pointless observation, it slips swiftly from his mind and leaves him once more with a blank expression. As the last servant leaves Kinn moves in closer, his curiosity piqued again as the man seems to change even as he speaks. 'A simple story, it will not be difficult to recall or stick with' He lets out a sigh as the man gets steadier and steadier as he prepares for the day. Should he be one for such things, Kinn would find himself impressed. However as it is, he is simply a bit curious. Human have always fascinated him when it comes to such things.

He lets out a light “Hnnnn.” as he follows the man out of the room and down the hall. His hood keeps his face deep into shadows, and with his ands slipping into opposite sleeves there is nothing really to be seen of Kinn. The opulence of the halls the walk down would have most turning their heads in fascination, however Kinn stays focused on the king as they walk. He will have time later to get a good look as such things, but for now things about him need to be settled should he ever wish to walk the halls freely. His head tilts ever so slightly at the sound of many voices up ahead. Without a word he moves right up behind the king so that he is less than an arm's length away. He blinks slowly at the sudden bombardment of questions and a few of his own spring up in the process. Most nobles he's ever know do not only not dine with their servants, but also do not put up with such straightforward questioning.

However he keeps his thoughts to himself and follows close behind the king, but at enough of a distance for it not to look strange. He looks over the servants, their curious gazes switching between the king and himself as the man relays to them the same story he told Kinn earlier. When at last he finishes and fixes up two plates of food, Kinn moves to stand beside the empty chair at the head of the table and takes the plate offered him. As his hands slide out of his sleeves he can feel all eyes in the room on him. A few servants even gasp at the sight of the long pale fingers holding the plate in place. His nose wrinkles at the smell of the food, however after a little thinking he picks up the chopsticks and pulls a bit of fish flash from it's bones and begins eating. He is rather comfortable standing and turns down the chair brought for him to sit beside the king.

Instead he uses his vantage point to get a good look at the entire staff, his nose working to pick out each and every scent so that he will later be able to identify and track each one. 'Should any one of them be in on the king's poisoning, this will make it a lot easier to find out. I can track as well as if not better than a hound from the old woods, and if any of these comes near a poison I will know' His eyes track over two the three from earlier. They seem to be telling everything they can about their morning encounter with Kinn. The woman at least. The male however remains focused on Kinn, his eyes narrowed as he tries to asses his lord's new doctor, as if eyes alone could tell him something they could not before. Slowly the servants finish, excuse themselves, and leave with their plates off to what Kinn can only assume is the kitchen, before heading off to continue their morning chores. Kinn hands his plate off to one such servant and she gives a little bow before leaving the room with a faint flush in her cheeks.

When the Storm Breaks ~ PopeAlessandros x Oskar DiLondra

I'll prolly be asleep myself around then, so see you after sleeps! We still need to work out a basic outline for this world thing, and do some character sheets(I do those last, if you don't mind), then we'll be set!

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

*Bows* Sorry. Really I am. It happens, and I don't mean to.

So, you like the Positive and Negative idea? It keeps things simple, and it a concept that's easy to work with, I think.

Poor doggie, and poor you! I hope it didn't puke on anything important.

For our characters I think it would be interesting for them to be made of both, but each of us made more of one than the other, that way we're not identical. Does that make sense? That way we already have the base inside of us of HOW to mix the energies, but we're still relatively different. Oh, and a thought, to avoid "These are my creations, those are yours" happening between our characters, how about everything HAS to be made of both yours and my energy for them to truly work?

We'll take the low road.

Amano lets out a nearly inaudible shuddering sigh as Illiendi finally looks away, but his moment of calm is short lived. As the beast begins speaking again his focus becomes sharp, and he carefully adjusts himself so he is standing the way Illiendi had shown him. He is careful to log away all the information he's suppose to remember, and after a few calming breaths, he feels ready. 'I can do this. He's right here with me, and I have no doubts that I can at least to this much' He manages to keep the blush from his cheeks at once more being called master, the churning in his stomach a good distraction from the rush the word from the man's lips sends through him each time. Ha can not however hold back a little smile at the sight of the door being opened with a handkerchief.

'Feeling really fancy now' his mind echoes but he brushes that aside and moves forward with as much courage as he can muster. The inside is far quieter than most of the seaside pub, or most bar joints in general, but there is still a high level of jolly spirits and harsh words being slung back and forth across the crowded room. Only a few people glance his way as he enters, for which he is grateful. He steps carefully around a few men at a table by the door, his eyes darting about the room looking for a good place to start. 'So many men and woman, how am I suppose to find an information dealer in this mess. Most of Father's dealers come strait to the house. I wonder if he ever. . . .' His thoughts trail off and a true but slightly wicked smile comes to his lips. 'Perfect'

With the practiced grace of one well versed in avoiding being run over Amano makes his way over to the bar where a middle-aged man with a long well kept but bush beard stands, calling for a mug of ale. He coughs loud enough to catch the man's attention and watches amused as the heavyset male looks around for the source of the noise. The robust man is a good head taller than Amano, and at least twice as wide, and from the red in his cheeks more than a little buzzed. When at last his eyes come to rest on the youngest son of one of his most prominent partners he lats out a little laugh. “Well now, what you be doing in here young master? On an errand for your father?” He does not even notice Illiendi's presence, the sight of Amano in such a place holding his attention.

Amano smiles and shakes his head slightly. “No Russ, I am here on my own business.” The man blinks, the lack of a “mister” before his name catching his attention almost more than the rest of the sentence. Before he can respond however Amano musters up his courage and plunges on. “I am here looking for a captain for a venture I am undertaking. I know you do good work for my father, he says so often enough, so I thought you may be able to point me in the right direction.” His voice is steady and he feels a bit of pride when Russ seems to sober up a bit.

A new gleam comes to the large man's eye at the proposition of a bit of business and for the first time he spares Illiendi a glance. As with many people he seems caught by the sight of such a foreign looking man, however his attention soon returns to the young man beside him. “A captain, eh? What kind of ship and where to. I know many a good captain who will not travel to certain ports, and several ships that just couldn't make it.” His manner is switching quickly to all business, the ale brought him by the tender sitting forgotten behind him. Under most circumstances Russ would not even consider dealing with the youngest son of any family, however something about the boy speaks to his seriousness in this matter.

His smile widens a bit, glad Illiendi had provided him the answer to this question already. That and Russ seems to be taking him seriously. Looking away with a casual twist of his wrist, a motion he'd seen his father often use to mark his interest he replies, “Something not too large, a sloop perhaps. Something to carry some crates of raw cargo.” He looks back to the man, his hands clasp gently behind his back. “As for the destination, that would be Ashai.” His stomach tingles as the older man's eyes flash and a smile crosses his lips.

“Ashai huh?” He replies simply and Amano nods slightly. A hand comes up to stroke through his beard, the tall man's eyes raking over those men gathered about him. Once and a while his eyes will stop, as if sizing someone up, before he shakes his head slightly and moves on. Amano's insides dance as he waits, his lets hand coming up to curl around his left breast pocket. The motion looks as if he is searching for something inside the pocket, however it is simply Amano's new nervous habit coming into play. Remembering what Illiendi had said he lets his hand drop back down, grasping his fingers once more behind his back. Finally Russ's assessment seems to be over and hid head falls a bit Amano swallows hard but remains silent, waiting for the verdict.

Finally his head comes up and he snaps his finger. With a smile he looks down at Amano and chuckles lightly. Carefully he pulls the boy in closer to the bar, close enough that he can whisper without being overheard. Amano tenses slightly but relaxes against the bar none the less as Russ begins speaking. “You are no fool boy, and know that most captains in their right mind wouldn't deal with you without your father's consent.” Amano swallows hard but refuses to acknowledge the all too true fact. Russ seems to take heart from this and continues. “It just so happens however that there's a captain down at the port just now, came to port this morning, whom I'm sure will deal with you for the right amount of coin.” He waves a hand to brush away any worries about that statement. “His ship is small, like you want, and he's not well known enough to have any regular customers. So, I'm sure if you can catch him before his next job he'd be willing to work for you.”

Amano looks at him, his brows creased in concentration. 'He could be just joshing me, but he's never been that type of guy. When money is involved he's very straightforward. He's never gone back on a deal, nor given false information as far as my father is concerned' His mind tumbles back over all he knows of the man before him and with his head still held high he smirks and nods. “I will talk to this captain you speak of. What is his name, ship, and where does he tie up?” His voice is confident and clipped, letting Russ know that things will not end well should he be lying.

The older male really does mean well for the kid, some part of him really hoping he finds what he's looking for. “His name's Captain Jusler, and his ship is the Angry Lad.” They both share a grin at the name before he goes on. “He's tied up near the fishery, his last job being for one of the fisher guilds.” Amano pulls a few coins from his purse and presses them into Russ's open hand. The man gives him a nod and just as he's stepping away whispers, “Good luck young master.” Feeling very good about the exchange Amano simply nods back and makes his way carefully outside.

Once away from the press of bodies the boy lets out a long sigh, stretching his limbs. Without waiting for prompting he begins walking slowly towards the fishery. After a few seconds however he looks over his shoulder at Illiendi, a shy look on his face. “So, how was that?” Before the other can respond he turns his eyes once more to the road in front of them. “Russ is a good guy, not nearly as condescending as most of those who work for my father. I really didn't expect to find him there, but what a stroke of luck, huh?” He doesn't notice his head sinking back down to it's usual position as he speaks. Now not on the spot he begins curling back into himself.

When the Storm Breaks ~ PopeAlessandros x Oskar DiLondra

So how about we go with the simpler one and I be Death, you be Life? That work?