PopeAlessandros

The Truth Behind The Blaze ~ PopeAlessandros x tenebrae16

The battle wasn't going well. Through all the haze of smoke and rain high above the earth below the rain mixes with blood and falls like red tears from the sky. The humans below recognize the signs and flee from the red rain, many crying and praying that the rain will be the only thing to descend today. Overhead the rain becomes a storm as the forces clashing just across the veil begin moving closer and closer, unable to confine the fighting, and truly, not caring about how far up or down they go. They simply want to hold the line. It is a light skirmish, by many's standards, however that does not mean that the bodies are not beginning pile up on both sides.

Among the fighters one rookie seems to be keeping stride with those older and wiser angels, his eyes flaring with his energy as he takes down one demon after another. Behind the glow, hatred can be seen. His cries and bellows sound much bigger than the boy himself, however as he tears his way through the battlefield, covered in blood from both demon and angel, the enemy comes to understand not to underestimate the child. They've heard of him, from other demons, from other battles. They would call him the mad angel, ripping his way through the battlefield like an angel possessed, not paying attention to his own wounds until the retreat.

However, Laisander is not crazy. Obsessed, maybe. Over confident, most definitely. But, he is quite sane. Like any youth trying to prove his worth though, he tends to go overboard when it comes to handling demons. Proof is found easily as with a shout his blade sails out and takes the head off a demon who never saw it coming while another demon sinks his spiked mace into Lai's shoulder. With a cry the blade returns in an arc and cuts the demon's throat. As he gurgles out his last breaths Lai removes the mace and throws the foul weapon aside, rushing to aid one of his fellows.

The fight is short, no more than half an hour, and by the end Lai finds himself with his feet on blood soaked terran soil. The water from above pouring from the heavens slowly returns to normal and begins washing away the grime on the young angel's skin. Without bothering to return to their realm right away a medi angel rushes over to the troops youngest member and begins treating his major wounds, glaring at him but biting his tongue. No matter how many times the others have told him, he simply loses himself in battle, so there really is no point any more.

As his wounds are being treated Laisander flops down on the hard packed earth, now mud. The medi angel swats him but only grumbles a little as he now has to kneel. The few too wounded to go right back up follow suit, letting the medic do their jobs while complimenting one another. Lai sits away from them, not really having anything to say to the others. 'A battle is a battle, and surviving isn't enough to celebrate. We didn't actually achieve our goal. We simply held the line. If we had just pushed, that little bit more, we could have retaken Arbath Point. . .' He does not really resent his fellows for not doing what he thought they should, but right after battle he can't think of anything other than “We could have done better”. A bad habit, but one he has no intention of changing until the war is over.

The rain slowly lessens, but does not stop completely, and one-by-one the other angels leave. Once the medi angel is done treating Laisander, he leaves too, until the only one left on earth is the boy. The rain continues washing over him and with a sigh he cleans his clothing so that, other than the mud he's sitting in, he looks pristine. 'I like ti down here. . .Even with the red washed soil beneath me and the stench of demon still in the air, there's something so. . .Peaceful about all of this desolation. . .' Looking around he notes very little damage to the planet itself and nods, a slight smile gracing his normally stern face.

Standing the soil slips off of him as if he were made of cellophane and he looks untouched save for the now soaked bandages over his shoulder and calf. Going over his schedule he realizes he should be getting back, however as he turns to leave something begins nagging at the back of his mind. Looking around he feels a presence. . .A demonic presence. . .However it is so faint that at first he thinks it's a dying demon left on the battlefield. His head goes up, like a dog scenting the air, and after a moment he locates the source.

His head snaps around. “It's by a bunch of humans, near a holy house. What is a demon doing in such a place!?” The faintest twinges of fear for the humans races through him, and his duty to those who follow the lord compels him forward. His wings make hard rustling sounds as he beats them quickly, pouring on as much speed as he can. As the first signs of humanity appear at the edges of his sight the angel touches down and like a leaf in a fire his normal outfit peels away from him and a new one curls into place. His hair, a bit out of place from the battle, ripples into a perfect braid with his bangs sticking to his cheeks, making him looks a little more believable as a human and his clothes, though clean, appear worse for wear. He learned through trial and error that if he wore nice clothes that most humans would easily guess he's not human. Pressing his energy down so the demon won't feel him coming he lets out a sigh and continues slipping into his disguise.

His wings seems to dissolve, feathers falling away and leaving him with them well out of sight, and adding the final touch he reaches up and pulls down his goggles to cover up the top half of his face. The leather of it is supple, and quite comfortable, even though he doesn't wear them often. 'If they make me they may start fleeing the both of us, making it harder to target this demon' Racing forward as fast as a human can he slows as he notices that. . . .No one's fleeing. His pace becomes a simple walk as he looks this way and that. 'But, if there's a demon tormenting them, then why?' His confusion only mounts as he comes closer to the church and sees only relived and disgruntled faces.

A few people glance his way as he simply stops and stares so he ducks his head, moving towards the church slowly, hands deep in his pants pockets. 'This doesn't make any sense. I can feel a demon in the church. How can everyone be so calm!? Demons only enter human settlements to torment humans. . .Maybe I'm catching him before he starts?' Keeping his head down he slips into the church and settles next to the front doors. If he begins snooping. . .His eyes go wide as he hears the sounds of children. He knows a lot of holy houses house children who lost their parents, but children and demons in the same place are a recipe for disaster. Feeling his panic mount he stays leaning against the wall and just watching. Several humans are in the pews, praying or speaking in soft voices. He can't see the demon or the children, however he makes sure his holy energy stays down so the demon will not make him right away.

The Truth Behind The Blaze ~ PopeAlessandros x tenebrae16

Nah, looks fine. Like anything, could use more of this, and a little of that, but over all it's fine :P I'ma start working on my post now. sorry for vanishing. A pet died and I kinda shut down for a while. . . .

We'll take the low road.

The smells inside the shop are actually quite comforting to the little lord. He's always loved the smell of paper and the oils used to preserve sea charts and the like. His father has several of them in the basement Amano would look at often, taking them out sometimes to show the other kids in town. They would pretend to be on the high seas, looking for lost treasure. One of those happy childhood memories that are few and far between when he was actually getting along with the other boys around town. Once they reached their mid teens, all focus went to the ladies and Amano with his odd morals was left in the dust.

When the proprietor appears, starting off much the way he thought he would, Amano simply stands tall and lets Illiendi start off the sparring match for him. 'It's nice having someone else to help with trying to maintain some sort of standing. . .Or in this case building one. It's nice, but I should learn this. I can fight my own battle. . .Just not yet. . .' He watches the back-and-forth for a bit until he sees a good opening to add in his own two cents. Following the man with only his eyes he remains still as he speaks up. “This is a venture of my own making, and I know not yet what I will find. However I will find something worth the trip, plus so much more.”

The old man pauses, eying him. His old eyes still can make out the finest of details on his many maps and as he looks at the youth before him he takes in more than one would assume from one of his age. “You really believe that, don't cha lad? Going out on your own for the first time, and you decide on some god forsaken land. Not sure whether to call you fool, or wise.” He continues to the counter with a huff, glancing at Amano again.

Amano smiles. “Call me whichever you like Alphonse, but either way don't try and cheat me. I may be a fool in your eyes in this undertaking, but I know my maps and their worth. As does my manservant here.”

He gives Illiendi a little nod, indicating he should take over again. Alphonse rolls his eyes and looks back to the demon after tying off the first map. “Fools errand, no matter who came up with the idea. . .” he mumbles to himself.

Never Ending Battle ~ PopeAlessandros x AkiBlue

The Prince's immediate compliance sets the soldier on edge more than ever. 'He seemed almost overjoyed at the prospect, and after saying all that about war, there is no way he's actually happy about the idea. . .' Putting his worries on the back burner Akito follows behind his betrothed, his gaze darting this way and that with every mural and servant they pass. He gets an oddly uneasy feeling when passing a certain maid that almost makes him stop and get a better look, however he resists the urge and continues after the prince. 'It's just a feeling. It could mean nothing. . .I don't want to cause a scene over nothing more than a feeling, and it's obvious he wants me to follow without question. . .'

Lost in thought he stops automatically and once more comes to attention before even realizing why they stopped. Looking at the elderly woman Akito senses peace and kindness in her eyes and flashes her a half smile when she addresses him. The 'Sir' feels odd on his ears, however he accepts it and goes back to staring at the ground as he waits for them to move on. 'This may be my home now, but I am not yet a part of this. These two. . . They almost sound like father and I when off duty' The thought brings another smile to his lips, just as weak as the last but with a touch of a gleam in his eyes. The old woman notices this and chuckles softly as they continue on their way.

Every time a servant bows, Akito bows in return, mostly earning him looks of confusion, or giggles and whispering. 'I'm sure they all know who I am by now. I guess it's odd to think of someone bowing to them, since they are servants and all, but. . .It's just polite! I don't see why everybody doesn't return a bow. . .' Once they arrive he offers Hiro a bow before walking past him, his steps slow and a bit reverent. He can't help feeling the energy of those who have used this room before him. He's never trained indoors before, all of his training done on the warpath, however the feel of it is enough to relax him, if only a little bit.

His eyes drift over the scrolls on the walls outlining the base of the discipline used in this dojo, the blade held high in honor, the practice swords he's never really had the chance to use. He smiles warmly, a sparkle coming to his eyes as he begins, for the first time since entering the palace, feeling that just maybe he'll be able to call this place home. Turning back to the man in the doorway his smile does not fade and he offers a bow from the waist to show his gratitude. Standing back up a touch of his shyness returns in the form of a light blush.

“Thank you for bringing me here highness. I would. . .Like to stay here for a bit. There is a lot of. . . Familiar. . .” He casts about for the right words for a moment. “This place has an energy that comforts me.” His gaze drops, Hoko poking his head out as if he too can feel the energy and is curious about it. Reaching up he scratches behind the beast's ears. “I am a child of war, and I have no shame in that.” He murmurs softly, his eyes still on his pet, unable to bring his gaze back up to Hiro's. 'Though I may be tempting fate, the sooner we learn about each other, the sooner we can try actually getting to know one another. . .'

Bring Me Peace ~ PopeAlessandros x Apoalo

*Bounces around the room*

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

I'ma need to take a rain check on this. I wanna keep talking about it, but I need to wait until I get out of this funk before I can work on something like analysis again :P Sorry :P

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

Those last sweet words ring in the what haired guardian's ears as the sudden brilliance beneath the flares into something the three wise men have been reputed to have followed in their pursuit of salvation. 'You are a beautiful star who will provide salvation, one way or another, to this darkness driven soul' The blast against his shield, as it has been since he was wounded, causes a lancing pain to his two major wounds however there isn't even a flicker of pain in his eyes as he waits for the right moment to drop after his dear counterpart. As the minions shield their eyes they move in a little closer to Seishu, the energy making them feel ill, but with the boost from being so close to their guardian once he drops his shield to begin his decent they take the illness in stride and follow suit without much difficulty.

Seishu lands first, the minions landing moments later at the same time. Once hey are off Seishu wraps an arm around Enasi's waist and presses a kiss to his temple. “Good job Lord Sparkles.” he murmurs before taking the other's hand an leading the way towards the throne room. At the sight of him those few minions in the halls who are able to move scoot back away from the two of them. Seishu mourns their fear but in this case he is glad at least none are attacking him. 'It's bad enough I ordered Enasi to attack them, the last thing I need right now is to attack them with my own two hands. . .'

A few yelp and snarl at Enasi, the mere sight of him enough to tick them off, however they are no fools. Misguided maybe, but not stupid. Attack him in their current state would mean the death of them. Seishu is careful to go slow enough that Enasi doesn't stumble or show any other sign of weakness. 'He needs to at least look tough for this. I know he expended a lot with that blast, but they need to think he's got another one in him' Once at the doors to the main hall he kicks them in, true Seishu dramatic fashion. He can feel Tyar and Kaila in place and without hesitation stalks in. Several minions and nightmares scramble away from the two of them, however much to Seishu chagrin, Gin has at least regained his feet.

Smiling at Gin he spots Rue out of the corner of hi eye. The little fairy looks so happy and hopeful, alongg with a touch ofembarrassmentnt and fear. 'Well, this'll learn'im' he muses, giving a faint nod. In his soft, gentle voice he smiles gently at Gin. “Hello there Gin. How are you?” He holds tight to Enasi, knowing exactly what he'd want to do after seeing one of his own in such a mess. Gin snarls and hisses at the greeting, clumsily drawing Seishu's sword. The guardian feels several twinges of sadness for many reasons in the gesture but his smile remains in place. “Now now Gin. I didn't come here to fight. I would be a fool to attack you like this. Remember, strategy first, then the slaying.”

If Tyar had eyes to roll it would however it keeps it's movements subtle and slow as it moves around inside a shadow to get into a good position. Kaila settles in behind the crowd along the opposite wall, waiting for the cue. Rue watches wide eyed, also looking for a cue. Having spent a long time with Seishu he's positive that he'll be able to spot it. And spot it he does. Without warning as Seishu continues in his soothing voice he suddenly snaps, “On you wings Little Bite!” Without hesitation Rue leaps up, his wings instantly going so fast the hum fills the room. Gin looks up in time to see Tyar come out of the shadows and wrap around the fairy is he's obscured from view. Unable to resist, Kaila smacks Gin in the head as he passes to further disorient him as he darts in to guide Rue out through the window.

Third Time's The Charm ~ PopeAlessandros x Jiskastya

Cute pup kitty. . . . . . . .

Outlast The Night ~ PopeAlessandros x Rapture

I haven't decided on breed, but the kind that look more human than beast, but enough beast to be unable to hide the fact. You's see when I make him :P And magic sounds good. Hmmmm. . . . . .I'd like to talk a little bit about how the actual castle looks, like how big it is, an how big the town is, how big the castle town is. . . .Just to get a slightly better feel, don't need specific. Then we can move on to characters if no more questions arise. Just letting you know I have an empty template I use for my characters that I'd like to drop here. You don't have to use if of course, but I may end up asking a crap ton of questions if the sheet you provide doesn't have all the info I need, and may convert some things on your sheet into mine as a reference(Like, if you put "Appearance" all as one section like I've seen a lot of people do.). Also, I am morally opposed to using pics, so I won't be using them, I can't stop you from using them, but I will pout if you do :P

Third Time's The Charm ~ PopeAlessandros x Jiskastya

I had a really tense, drawn out fight with TShara on the subject of using pics. If you really wanna throw one in, feel free, just please cite the artist, or at the very least the site you got it from. That is the crux of my moral objection is using with out citation, however I have other reasons for asking for people not to use pics, but apparently these reason mean I'm a pretentious ass, so, whatever. . . . Use your pic. . . .