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The Truth Behind The Blaze ~ PopeAlessandros x tenebrae16

1. Well, don't worry too much. I may be a little controlling in steering the plot, so do let me know if I do. Usually, I tend to nudge the plot towards my ideas and I enjoy working around any thing you can throw me. It's almost like improv on the spot which I quite like. I will still drop hints when we get to that point, don't worry, it's not too out of the ordinary or out of context what we've already planned. It just delves a little deeper into the reason behind the war and so on. If I have any other crazy ideas pop into my mind, I'll be sure to notify you :3 Just let me try to keep a little surprise factor.

2. Sorry, what I tried to say was, right now, I think we can have Lai focus on Xeph in finding out his reasons for being here and Xeph to keep an eye on Lai and all the character development, but later, once they're more 'comfortable' with one another, we can move onto addressing the war and what problems are facing the compound, the church or just the humans. So personal first, then external factors later. If that makes sense?

3. I think the attack should hold off a while until Lai knows Xeph's reasons and attachment to the church so that he sort of knows how much Xeph has lost in revealing himself. I'm thinking that the adults will be offended and put off by the fact he is a demon having deceived them for so long, whilst the children are at first frightened but eventually realize that it didn't matter if he was a demon or not. Alternatively, we can have the attack earlier so that it prompts Xeph to open up and Lai to start respecting him for what he's sacrificed and done. Either way, it'll probably signal them leaving the compound because Xeph is basically out casted now. (On a side note, would Lai reveal himself too?)

4. I love the idea of the angel being stubborn in healing himself and the practical demon has to come in and convince himself to get healed, probably also teach him a little of humanity, what the humans have to go through with their slower healing and lives in the war. I get that the demons and angels are basically ignoring the plight of the humans for their own needs so this could be an eye-opener to Lai about the adverse effects on the war on those that aren't even involved. It's both a cute and useful idea of yours ^^

Now that that's all out of the way, aside from Lai getting hurt, maybe he learns more about Xeph through the kids, maybe through Javier, a lil through Athena and I'm thinking he may try to tail Xeph on his duties around the church and if not pester him, just bother him with his presence?

And just an idea that popped up now, I am so scatter brained, was that maybe Lai gets hurt whilst saving a child from getting hurt? If he can get it good with the kids, it'll score major points with Xeph. Hmm, I usually like a line of events lined up so we never have nothing to plan for. Anything else you wanna add in?

The Truth Behind The Blaze ~ PopeAlessandros x tenebrae16

Heh, I'm glad that they're not bad thoughts, but sleepy thoughts don't help so go get some rest and we can discuss this anytime later! Only sleep can give back life to your brain, then it's known as a zombie that will serve you for life till death do you part. You may now kiss the bride.

The Truth Behind The Blaze ~ PopeAlessandros x tenebrae16

It's gonna be a little slow, the chipping away of that wall Xephos set around himself to the war. Most things I have already planned I would like to execute when they have a more established relationship, at least begrudging respect, so we can focus more on the outward world around them and all the morales of the war and everything. Do you wanna take a moment to discuss what small events we should have just to make sure it isn't just stagnant back and forth.

The Madness (An insane roleplay)

Quick check, how's everyone enjoying the rp so far?

The Truth Behind The Blaze ~ PopeAlessandros x tenebrae16

Javier has a sad little look pass over his features for a good minute before he lets himself be convinced by Laisander, waving goodbye to Father Xephos. Satisfied by all the reassuring smiles that are shot his way and encouraged by the cheers and cries of joy from his fellow peers, he's off running the moment his feet hit the ground. Tousled head of hair bouncing up and down with the other children as they proceed to continue their game of tag, chasing each other around the yard before one of the elder helps herd them up for Laisander to focus them on picking a spot for their picnic. The children are excited, barely able to hold sill whilst they go around the backyard, crying out their opinions about each and every spot until they found the 'perfect' spot for their picnic which coincidentally was the exact spot they had picked the week prior, but they couldn't be trusted to remember that in their excitement.

Next comes the debate on what game to play after as those sent out return with all sorts of toys and props that were grabbed unthinkingly in the excitement. Working like a military faction, throwing out strategies that wouldn't work out or had the slightest kink in them until they reached a decision that everyone could agree on, but by then of course, Athena had gotten fed up and was calling them all to eat before all the food she had painstakingly set out got cold. It was a good day.

Within the church walls though, Xephos busied himself in his work. Having relit and refueled all the oil lamps, he was heading down to the west wing. Making a mental note to change the wheels on the cart or oil the joint before the whole thing came apart. It might right now if he wasn't careful. So he was careful in wheeling it down the long stretch of corridor. He was careful when he stopped at each door, careful in putting down the stopper to make sure it didn't roll away down the completely level corridor. Careful in sliding one tray out from the other before he disappeared into a room and re emerged, either to continue to the next or to grab something.

By the time he's finished his round, stored the cart and the trays properly, shelf all the books that have piled up on his journey to and fro, the children are already begging for a second story. It's a sight to see them, even surrounding the angel, they don't fail in making him smile when he exits the church. Staying back, he watches them from afar before Athena approaches him with an empty picnic basket hanging off her arm.

Bowing to him, he nods back and asks, "Would you mind helping Greta on her delivery? I'll take over watching the young ones." Athena nods, leaving without a word. Obedient child, she was sure to find her own niche in this place one day.

Settling in a shaded corner, he silently observes the children and their 'newly appointed' story teller.

(MxM) Bored out of my mind

Boop

(MxM) Bored out of my mind

Beep

The Truth Behind The Blaze ~ PopeAlessandros x tenebrae16

*squeak*

Okie :p

Hmm, my ideas don't come in until much later..anything in your brain?

The Truth Behind The Blaze ~ PopeAlessandros x tenebrae16

Children are far more tactical and calculative than one would ever think. They corner him while he's relighting the lamps along the altar where the great figure of Mother Mary stood, looming over all who came to pray. Hands clasped together, head bowed and eyes closed in eternal prayer. Some of the oil had spilled out onto the base of the pedestal, soaking into the porous stone and making it start to erode in on itself with all the air pockets now trapped inside.

He wasn't sure what he would do when the structural integrity of the base of the statue was compromised. If it fell down on someone someday, considering it was made of solid granite and weighed a ton, he wasn't really sure how exactly they would replace it...nor what they do about the unfortunate victim under the statue, but that seemed less important to him. The statue had been a pillar in the church for a long time, having stood the test of time. It had been a constant fixture in their lives, a sort of special symbol. The children had passed by it everyday to the point that didn't even see it anymore when they walked passed it, but surely they would notice it when it finally crumbled. If it was any time soon. Who knows, by the time that this sentimental piece of carved stone had finally worn itself away, the children might already have grown up and gone away. Gotten married, settled down with kids, lived long full and happy lives. And he would be....elsewhere.

For a moment, he put down the lighter and leaned against the stone. Taking a moment to himself before soft footsteps from behind make him whirl around to find the one person he wanted to see least, armed with a crowd of children. God have mercy.

It's not an outrageous request by any means, but the children did just have their lunch outside the previous week and he didn't want the dirt and dust to get into their food. Something that happened often when they were half busy kicking up the soul and playing around their food.

The angel wasn't not helping his decision either and for a second he felt an urge. Not the urge, but a lesser one that just wanted to take the back of his hand and connect it with the man's cheek in order to hopefully knock out those annoyingly bright eyes. He doesn't wish for the urge to get any stronger and turn into something else though and he doesn't think he can handle the wide eyed stares of disappointment the children often give when they're not given what they want. He spoils them a little, that he has to admit.

"Fine, I will allow it, but Athena will supervise you and you will have to listen to what she says. If I hear one complaint that you've misbehaved, then you shall have to assist me in lighting up all the lamps in the dorms." He gives an ultimatum which the children don't really hear over the sound of their cheers.

"Father, why don't you join us?"

"Someone has to take care of the church whilst you play." He politely declines,knowing that there is still much to do around the church and he isn't in the most sociable of moods. Wishing the children a good time, he turns to continue his relighting of the oil lamps, but he doesn't fail to pick up Javier's insistence and tugging at Laisander's sleeve.

"Quick! Quick! Convince Father Xephos to come to the picnic with us! You have to!" He cries and the rest of the children are quick to beg as well.

The Madness (An insane roleplay)

Yeah, but it's slow and unless you're a turtle slow things often die quickly. Like old machines..

Let's hope we're a turtle everyone.