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I would say, they only need one another for the initial creation, or bringing into being, of a particular thing. Like, making a rock, either can do without the other, however making "Rock" would require both. Making a breeze is easy, making "Wind", not so much. I think the only exception would be the mortals themselves. After making them, with the ability to make more of themselves(Procreate) I still think it should take both of them to make something that complex. What do you think?
~The corner of his mouth twitches, his lips tempted to curl into a smirk as Enasi shifts above him, his feet slipping down shifting his weight to a rather provocative spot. However Seishu manages to school himself and remains supportive in his expression as he watches the little struggle going on above him.
”Just... spread my wings.”
Seishu nods carefully, his hair whipping this way and that about his face, the majority of it running along his back. The wings twitch and spread ever so slowly and the Nightmare Guardian can feel his counterpart taking on more wind resistance. His muscles tense, preparing for what's about to happen. While he waits a true level of confusion settles inside his chest and his mind wanders. 'He really seems to have no experience with flying. How does he travel in the human realm then? When I go there I always take up a spot high above my target until they fall asleep. Does he really walk around there? Or does he waltz strait into their heads and never look at the world itself?'
His questions are brushed aside by a sudden jerk and a great lack of Dream Guardian beneath his fingers. He immediately arches, turning at breakneck speed so he can glide beneath the tumbling sparkler. He contemplates catching him, but decides to give him until he's right above the clouds to catch himself. When he does, the labored flapping keeping him aloft, Seishu moves in closer so he can look up into Enasi's face. He drifts back and forth, a new need coming to his mind and less than a heartbeat later the breeze picks up and like a kite Enasi is presented with a strong headwind.
Keeping to his promise, and not wanting the other to have to learn all alone, Seishu darts up and takes Enasi's hands. “Don't flap, just let the gust take you for a while. Keep your legs strait and whatever you do don't fight.” His expression is rather serious, but a faint smile dons his lips to try and comfort the white winged man. “Remember, nothing bad can happen here. We could fall a million miles and either there is no ground, or it's so soft it would be as easy as falling into bed.”~
”Just... spread my wings.”
Seishu nods carefully, his hair whipping this way and that about his face, the majority of it running along his back. The wings twitch and spread ever so slowly and the Nightmare Guardian can feel his counterpart taking on more wind resistance. His muscles tense, preparing for what's about to happen. While he waits a true level of confusion settles inside his chest and his mind wanders. 'He really seems to have no experience with flying. How does he travel in the human realm then? When I go there I always take up a spot high above my target until they fall asleep. Does he really walk around there? Or does he waltz strait into their heads and never look at the world itself?'
His questions are brushed aside by a sudden jerk and a great lack of Dream Guardian beneath his fingers. He immediately arches, turning at breakneck speed so he can glide beneath the tumbling sparkler. He contemplates catching him, but decides to give him until he's right above the clouds to catch himself. When he does, the labored flapping keeping him aloft, Seishu moves in closer so he can look up into Enasi's face. He drifts back and forth, a new need coming to his mind and less than a heartbeat later the breeze picks up and like a kite Enasi is presented with a strong headwind.
Keeping to his promise, and not wanting the other to have to learn all alone, Seishu darts up and takes Enasi's hands. “Don't flap, just let the gust take you for a while. Keep your legs strait and whatever you do don't fight.” His expression is rather serious, but a faint smile dons his lips to try and comfort the white winged man. “Remember, nothing bad can happen here. We could fall a million miles and either there is no ground, or it's so soft it would be as easy as falling into bed.”~
Looks good! How about mine?
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Name: Shiori(Marius) Takashi
Race: Japanese
Age: 26
Height: 6' 1”
Weight: 137
Hair: Black, waist length, kept back in a slim pony, strait, with bangs as long as the rest hanging down to either side of his face.
Eyes: Black
Skin: Alabaster
Build: Slim with only faint muscle tone, but not unhealthy looking.
Clothes: At work he has a variety of brightly colored suits, custom made. Underneath he wears either a black or white button up shirt with a vest of the opposing color. He forgoes tie in favor of cravats, of which he has has a vast collection of many different designs and colors. His suits are always one solid color. Off of work he's always still in his suit unless he's at home, and then he favors a comfy pair of black sweatpants, and nothing else.
Accessories: A wide variety of cravat chains. Silver pocket watch on a white gold chain he keeps hooked to his belt, the watch in his jacket pocket.
General Personality: Rather defensive when his race is brought up in conversations, but other than that he's vary likeable and always ready with a smile. He cares for those who work for him, however his absentmindedness has lead to many a misunderstanding with them. He tends to rely heavily on people whom he trusts, but that trust is hard to win, and easily lost. He has a fiercely protective streak so some would say he is quick to anger, however for the most part he tries to talk his way out of conflict, on anything else for that matter. To many he seems arrogant, however that is more a product of his upbringing than an actual character trait.
Background: As an American born Japanese Shiori got a lot of flak from the Japanese community he grew up in with his father. Despite his father's position, as the owner of a large American company, Shiori spent much of his childhood isolated from the other kids around his age, most of whom had moved to America with their parents. He grew up learning the ins and outs of his father's business, the only heir to it, and at a very young age he grew up and left his childhood behind. When he was sent off to boarding school at the age of sixteen he began learning to make friends, however like most rich kids, the friends he made only wanted something from him. All but one boy.
The half American half Japanese boy became his only companion and after he returned to his home, to his father's deathbed, Shiori had adopted his American name full time and brought his friend back to help him run the business. Barely out of his teens, things were rough at fist, but within the span of a year Marius Takashi became the best President the company ever had. He took a hands on approach to the business which has earned him a reputation among his rival companies as a softy, but his results are undeniable. He has been running the company for years now and has managed to avoid any major scandals even with the incidents with his secretaries.
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Name: Shiori(Marius) Takashi
Race: Japanese
Age: 26
Height: 6' 1”
Weight: 137
Hair: Black, waist length, kept back in a slim pony, strait, with bangs as long as the rest hanging down to either side of his face.
Eyes: Black
Skin: Alabaster
Build: Slim with only faint muscle tone, but not unhealthy looking.
Clothes: At work he has a variety of brightly colored suits, custom made. Underneath he wears either a black or white button up shirt with a vest of the opposing color. He forgoes tie in favor of cravats, of which he has has a vast collection of many different designs and colors. His suits are always one solid color. Off of work he's always still in his suit unless he's at home, and then he favors a comfy pair of black sweatpants, and nothing else.
Accessories: A wide variety of cravat chains. Silver pocket watch on a white gold chain he keeps hooked to his belt, the watch in his jacket pocket.
General Personality: Rather defensive when his race is brought up in conversations, but other than that he's vary likeable and always ready with a smile. He cares for those who work for him, however his absentmindedness has lead to many a misunderstanding with them. He tends to rely heavily on people whom he trusts, but that trust is hard to win, and easily lost. He has a fiercely protective streak so some would say he is quick to anger, however for the most part he tries to talk his way out of conflict, on anything else for that matter. To many he seems arrogant, however that is more a product of his upbringing than an actual character trait.
Background: As an American born Japanese Shiori got a lot of flak from the Japanese community he grew up in with his father. Despite his father's position, as the owner of a large American company, Shiori spent much of his childhood isolated from the other kids around his age, most of whom had moved to America with their parents. He grew up learning the ins and outs of his father's business, the only heir to it, and at a very young age he grew up and left his childhood behind. When he was sent off to boarding school at the age of sixteen he began learning to make friends, however like most rich kids, the friends he made only wanted something from him. All but one boy.
The half American half Japanese boy became his only companion and after he returned to his home, to his father's deathbed, Shiori had adopted his American name full time and brought his friend back to help him run the business. Barely out of his teens, things were rough at fist, but within the span of a year Marius Takashi became the best President the company ever had. He took a hands on approach to the business which has earned him a reputation among his rival companies as a softy, but his results are undeniable. He has been running the company for years now and has managed to avoid any major scandals even with the incidents with his secretaries.
Dorian's hands continues to work even as he keeps his eye on the young vampire. His shuffling movements and cowering stance gives Dorian a satisfied feeling. 'At least he knows he did something wrong' His eyebrow rises however when the boy reaches him and gives him a rather pathetic look, gripping the hem of his jacket in a pleading manner. His attention returns to Horace and he quickly finishes administering his treatment. 'This wound will make our trip much slower. We will have to find a place to rest between here and the next town' He once more gives the youngster a harsh look but after a few seconds he looks back to the horse, stoking a hand down his long neck. “You need to learn to control yourself Little One. You will not starve, so even if you are hungry and feel the burn inside, you must resist.” His voice is hard, the injury to one of his best horses making his words harsher than they would be should he have slipped up in some other manner.
Unable to overhear the conversation going on on the other side of the now tame looking beast, the girl comes around slowly and stops just within sight of the taller male. He glances over at her and with a faint smile he calls out, “Would you close the door dear, I fear the sounds outside may spook him again.” She swallows hard and complies immediately. Dorian looks back to the boy and shakes his head. “Stay.” he orders simply and pulls his coat from James's fingers. He quickly saddles and bridals Horace before calling the girl over to him. She shuffles over quickly and hands him the things in her arms. As he takes them he grips her wrist softly. “A moment, I have something for you.”
She had been ready to bolt as soon as possible, still on edge after the incident with the horse, and a bit wary of Dorian after she saw him do somethings she's not sure are particularly normal. However, she is an obedient servant and nods, clasping her hands in front of her. After putting the things away in one of his saddle bags he turns to her and gives her a warm look. He slides in close to her, watching her breath catch in her throat as he takes her hands in his own. “I am sorry you had to deal wish such a fright miss. I would never wish such a thing on such a lovely young lady.” Those simple words are enough to not only turn her dark pink, but as the last words leave his lips her gaze becomes distant. Pulling her carefully into a stall, her hands still in his, he looks to James and motions for him to follow. Once out of direct view of the door he leans in close and sinks his fangs carefully into her collar, a bit above the bone, and injects her. After only a few mouthfuls he leans back, giving James room to feed.
Unable to overhear the conversation going on on the other side of the now tame looking beast, the girl comes around slowly and stops just within sight of the taller male. He glances over at her and with a faint smile he calls out, “Would you close the door dear, I fear the sounds outside may spook him again.” She swallows hard and complies immediately. Dorian looks back to the boy and shakes his head. “Stay.” he orders simply and pulls his coat from James's fingers. He quickly saddles and bridals Horace before calling the girl over to him. She shuffles over quickly and hands him the things in her arms. As he takes them he grips her wrist softly. “A moment, I have something for you.”
She had been ready to bolt as soon as possible, still on edge after the incident with the horse, and a bit wary of Dorian after she saw him do somethings she's not sure are particularly normal. However, she is an obedient servant and nods, clasping her hands in front of her. After putting the things away in one of his saddle bags he turns to her and gives her a warm look. He slides in close to her, watching her breath catch in her throat as he takes her hands in his own. “I am sorry you had to deal wish such a fright miss. I would never wish such a thing on such a lovely young lady.” Those simple words are enough to not only turn her dark pink, but as the last words leave his lips her gaze becomes distant. Pulling her carefully into a stall, her hands still in his, he looks to James and motions for him to follow. Once out of direct view of the door he leans in close and sinks his fangs carefully into her collar, a bit above the bone, and injects her. After only a few mouthfuls he leans back, giving James room to feed.
M'kay, so we're Death and Life. . . .Do you want to take our battle to the mortal plane or should we go with a more specialized place for our battle. The mortal plane gives us mortals to interact with when we get stuck, and the specialized place makes it so we have to interact with one another if we don't want to be all alone. . . I kinda like having side characters to use, so I more see us on a mortal plane.
Hahah, Grargoth. . . . .But never mind that, So. . . . . . You seem to have a sci-fi fantasy setting in mind. Let's see. . . . .
How about a world where humans are the dominant species with the portals and other species are a well kept secret, but enough of the undergovernment knows about them to have created a secret society for dealing with and to a degree, controlling the outbreaks and incidents, with the aid of the church. Both "Angels" and demons are in their own ways detrimental to the humans, and the undergovernment does it's best to keep things to a minimum, but long ago gave up on wiping out the other races or closing the portals all together. However where the portals open have major cities around them, but the church and the secret society only monitor them since many demons and "Angels" are content with the status quo and keep their presence to a minimum.
So, the portals would lead to both the demon's home world, as well as the "Angel's" home world, but they also lead to a few alternate places where other species live, but whom have no knowledge of the portals. These worlds would be mostly peaceful, simple worlds like a peaceful version of earth, middle earth, varingard and the like. The demon would take the boy to one of these to raise him, however because of the way demons work he would have to return to the human's home world every few years, say every 4 years? For some reason or another and maybe one such trip could have an incident, when the kid's 17 or so, which would make them stay there for an extended period of time. The origin wold would be just one of many way station worlds out there, giving us a bit of fun with travel should we want a change of scenery.
Other than that, with the 1800 look, cobble and brick roads, dirt between towns, stone and brick buildings with the smaller villages still made of wood and rough stone. I like the idea of horses still in use, and maybe we could make some interesting looking carts and buggies as we go along. . . . . What kind of house do you see the kid starting out in? Do we want him from a rich family so that he may be recognized later when he returns, or a nobody of humble beginnings?
How about a world where humans are the dominant species with the portals and other species are a well kept secret, but enough of the undergovernment knows about them to have created a secret society for dealing with and to a degree, controlling the outbreaks and incidents, with the aid of the church. Both "Angels" and demons are in their own ways detrimental to the humans, and the undergovernment does it's best to keep things to a minimum, but long ago gave up on wiping out the other races or closing the portals all together. However where the portals open have major cities around them, but the church and the secret society only monitor them since many demons and "Angels" are content with the status quo and keep their presence to a minimum.
So, the portals would lead to both the demon's home world, as well as the "Angel's" home world, but they also lead to a few alternate places where other species live, but whom have no knowledge of the portals. These worlds would be mostly peaceful, simple worlds like a peaceful version of earth, middle earth, varingard and the like. The demon would take the boy to one of these to raise him, however because of the way demons work he would have to return to the human's home world every few years, say every 4 years? For some reason or another and maybe one such trip could have an incident, when the kid's 17 or so, which would make them stay there for an extended period of time. The origin wold would be just one of many way station worlds out there, giving us a bit of fun with travel should we want a change of scenery.
Other than that, with the 1800 look, cobble and brick roads, dirt between towns, stone and brick buildings with the smaller villages still made of wood and rough stone. I like the idea of horses still in use, and maybe we could make some interesting looking carts and buggies as we go along. . . . . What kind of house do you see the kid starting out in? Do we want him from a rich family so that he may be recognized later when he returns, or a nobody of humble beginnings?
I('d say the first part would be your guy's first day at work. Them meeting and an orientation type thing. Than as soon as my guy is sure that yers is workin' out, he'll get back on the road, yesh.
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Here's the blank sheet :P
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The apparent anger expressed by the vampire seems to only serve as an excitement for the wealthy lord. His eyes glaze over a bit as his smile slides into a dreamy expression. He even ignores his curse for now just so he can feel the waves of righteous anger rolling off of the bound man. 'Ah, so beautiful. The only other being I have seen with such passion. . .is me' He chuckles at the thought, letting his focus slip back into reality. Rolling over he stretches out, his robe splitting to expose one leg as he brings it up, toes pointing towards the ceiling. “Believe me or not, it is your choice. I put great stock in the right to make one's own decisions, despite what I am going to do to you over the next few months.” Swinging his leg down he uses the momentum to sit up, his back facing the vampire.
Sliding off the bed he grabs one of the posters at the end of his bed, causing his body to swing around so he can face Erik. A different kind of fire ripples behind his eyes, but no less strong that the vampire's own. “Keep that flame you beautiful creature.” he murmurs softly. With that he turns to his wardrobe and throws the doors wide open. Stripping down, the doors blocking him from view, he quickly changes into one of his more comfortable but respectable outfits as quickly as possible. As he closes the doors he calls over to Erik. “Sorry, but I must go now. I have a meeting with one of my contractors. I'm having some additions made tot he servant's quarters.” Then almost to himself he adds, “The drackl don' seem to have enough headroom. . .” He seems to drift off into his own little world and without another word he slips out of his room, locking the door behind him.
The patterned carpet beneath his feet make his steps all but silent. However many of his servants still hear him coming, their hearing very acute. Still thinking to himself he waves over the first one he spots out of the corner of his eye. The boy rushes to his side as fast as he can, bowing deep. When he does not reply right away the servant returns to an upright position and waits patiently. The servants learn early on in their time at the mansion that Lord Alexi will often times be too deep in thought to address you right away, and some have even had to wait up to ten minutes, following at his heels before he'll tell them what he called them over for. Luckily this is not the case this time and after less than half a minute he looks to the young looking lad with a small smile. “Sorry, but could you bring me Joseph. Bring him to my first floor lounge, by the front hall.”
The boy stands up a little straighter and bows with a muttered, “Yes sir.” before taking off down the hall. Alexi watches him go, and even after he vanishes around a corner he continues staring off towards where he last saw him. His gaze however is focused inwards and after a few seconds of this he drops his head down and begins wandering towards the lounge he named. Once there he wanders over to the fireplace, already crackling with cheery warmth, and simply leans against the side of it while lost deep in thought.
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Mois blinks as the sudden and rather uncalculated response from the vampire. His eyes follow the man to his subservient position on the ground, but it takes his a few second to gather his thoughts. 'Joseph has always had free reign around Alexi and I to express himself since our parent's passed, however this is the first time that I recall that he has done so in such a manner. He's normally more smooth and subtle about it' Before his thoughts go any further though his attention snaps to the kneeling servant and he chides himself for making him wait. Not wanting Joseph to think Mois actually took offense to the statement he slides off his own chair to kneel beside him. His hands slide out to grip his shoulders gently as he murmurs, “Sorry Joseph, you did nothing wrong, I am glad for your honesty.”
His right hand slides off the servant's shoulder so he can tilt the other's head up, endeavoring to meet the elder vampire's eye. The look in his own eyes holds no small amount of confusion. “I agree with your assessment, and from living my life with the man, I don't believe Alexi thinks any different than we do. Which is why I am afraid for him.” Standing he pulls the other to his feet with him, still holding his arms as his gaze drops to the floor. “Whatever he is doing, what it appears to be is far from what I believe the truth of his goals are. He likes the non-humans too much for him to be really wanting to do such a thing to one. Especially one he admires so much. . .” Mois's musing is cut short by the sound of his doorbell. Cocking his head to the noise he releases Joseph and walks over to the door leading to the underground tunnel.
When the door swings open to reveal a young male servant with his head bowed Mois cocks an eyebrow down at the lad in question. “Forgive the intrusion m'lord, but I was told that I could find the servant Joseph here.” His voice is strong but mild and as he finishes speaking his head comes up, his eyes seeking out the one he was sent to retrieve. “Lord Alexi wishes to speak with him immediately.” Turning back to the room Mois gives the elder vampire a nod, motioning that he should do as requested and steps aside so Joseph can pass. There is a slight plea in his eyes, some part of him begging Joseph to find out what Alexi is up to, and more over, to keep his precious bother safe.
Sliding off the bed he grabs one of the posters at the end of his bed, causing his body to swing around so he can face Erik. A different kind of fire ripples behind his eyes, but no less strong that the vampire's own. “Keep that flame you beautiful creature.” he murmurs softly. With that he turns to his wardrobe and throws the doors wide open. Stripping down, the doors blocking him from view, he quickly changes into one of his more comfortable but respectable outfits as quickly as possible. As he closes the doors he calls over to Erik. “Sorry, but I must go now. I have a meeting with one of my contractors. I'm having some additions made tot he servant's quarters.” Then almost to himself he adds, “The drackl don' seem to have enough headroom. . .” He seems to drift off into his own little world and without another word he slips out of his room, locking the door behind him.
The patterned carpet beneath his feet make his steps all but silent. However many of his servants still hear him coming, their hearing very acute. Still thinking to himself he waves over the first one he spots out of the corner of his eye. The boy rushes to his side as fast as he can, bowing deep. When he does not reply right away the servant returns to an upright position and waits patiently. The servants learn early on in their time at the mansion that Lord Alexi will often times be too deep in thought to address you right away, and some have even had to wait up to ten minutes, following at his heels before he'll tell them what he called them over for. Luckily this is not the case this time and after less than half a minute he looks to the young looking lad with a small smile. “Sorry, but could you bring me Joseph. Bring him to my first floor lounge, by the front hall.”
The boy stands up a little straighter and bows with a muttered, “Yes sir.” before taking off down the hall. Alexi watches him go, and even after he vanishes around a corner he continues staring off towards where he last saw him. His gaze however is focused inwards and after a few seconds of this he drops his head down and begins wandering towards the lounge he named. Once there he wanders over to the fireplace, already crackling with cheery warmth, and simply leans against the side of it while lost deep in thought.
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Mois blinks as the sudden and rather uncalculated response from the vampire. His eyes follow the man to his subservient position on the ground, but it takes his a few second to gather his thoughts. 'Joseph has always had free reign around Alexi and I to express himself since our parent's passed, however this is the first time that I recall that he has done so in such a manner. He's normally more smooth and subtle about it' Before his thoughts go any further though his attention snaps to the kneeling servant and he chides himself for making him wait. Not wanting Joseph to think Mois actually took offense to the statement he slides off his own chair to kneel beside him. His hands slide out to grip his shoulders gently as he murmurs, “Sorry Joseph, you did nothing wrong, I am glad for your honesty.”
His right hand slides off the servant's shoulder so he can tilt the other's head up, endeavoring to meet the elder vampire's eye. The look in his own eyes holds no small amount of confusion. “I agree with your assessment, and from living my life with the man, I don't believe Alexi thinks any different than we do. Which is why I am afraid for him.” Standing he pulls the other to his feet with him, still holding his arms as his gaze drops to the floor. “Whatever he is doing, what it appears to be is far from what I believe the truth of his goals are. He likes the non-humans too much for him to be really wanting to do such a thing to one. Especially one he admires so much. . .” Mois's musing is cut short by the sound of his doorbell. Cocking his head to the noise he releases Joseph and walks over to the door leading to the underground tunnel.
When the door swings open to reveal a young male servant with his head bowed Mois cocks an eyebrow down at the lad in question. “Forgive the intrusion m'lord, but I was told that I could find the servant Joseph here.” His voice is strong but mild and as he finishes speaking his head comes up, his eyes seeking out the one he was sent to retrieve. “Lord Alexi wishes to speak with him immediately.” Turning back to the room Mois gives the elder vampire a nod, motioning that he should do as requested and steps aside so Joseph can pass. There is a slight plea in his eyes, some part of him begging Joseph to find out what Alexi is up to, and more over, to keep his precious bother safe.
I'm glad nothing important got messed. Smart doggy!
I was saying that both, yes would have both, but each of them would have more of one than the other, and the more each had would be the one that the other has less of :P So, one would be more Negative, and the other more Positive. As for what needs collaboration. . . How about anything smarter than a frog? So, they can make bugs and small animals on their own, but the larger animals, like cats and otters, need both of us. Not saying we need those animals specifically, just en example of relative size and complexity.
Also, not sure if you meant it this way, but I will take it as a complement that you say I have a stronger will :P *Teases*
I was saying that both, yes would have both, but each of them would have more of one than the other, and the more each had would be the one that the other has less of :P So, one would be more Negative, and the other more Positive. As for what needs collaboration. . . How about anything smarter than a frog? So, they can make bugs and small animals on their own, but the larger animals, like cats and otters, need both of us. Not saying we need those animals specifically, just en example of relative size and complexity.
Also, not sure if you meant it this way, but I will take it as a complement that you say I have a stronger will :P *Teases*
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