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MeruleAkito's eyes travel up slowly to the younger males face as he senses the uncertainty in the man. For a moment at least, the soldier can see beyond the prince and take in the man over the royal. With the same critical eyes that would once feel out his target he now examines Hiro while he's not looking trying to quantify what he sees without letting his own uncertainty cloud his vision. 'He is. . .A beautiful man. . .Who asked for this engagement as much as I did, which was not at all. He may have had more time to see it coming, if he knew of the tradition, however that has given him time to grow bitter over the arrangement. . .It doesn't happen every generation, seeing as there are not always wars, and even when there are, not all wars have heroes. . . .Though, I can not say I feel very heroic. . .'
Glancing down for a moment he lets out a sigh, looking back up a moment later only to meet Hiro's gaze. Fighting his natural urge to drop his eyes down once more he give the prince an honest half smile. “Highness. . .I know you never asked for this, and neither did I. However, like it or not, we are stuck in this, and while for my fellows this gift of raising in the ranks to marry the most beautiful man I have ever seen is something they all envy me for, Right now I am simply lost in a world I don't understand.” As he speaks his hands slips behind his back, standing one more at attention because it is comfortable for him.
He glances down for an instant, trying to steel his resolve to at least finish his thought without fleeing to his father's side. Gazing into the beautiful face he closes his eyes for a moment before opening them again. “I never planned for my future, and right now I am just trying to keep up with everyone else rushing me into it. You have been most kind in letting me take my time here and there, and I think you for that. You may have all the time in the world for your personal matters, and I swear I will do what I can to not interrupt the goals you have set for yourself.” He waves a hand, his smile becoming a little sheepish.
“In short, I have no life, and what is being offered to me. . .No, what is being placed upon me, is over whelming.” His half smile returns even as his false calm begins cracking. 'I better finish before my voice begins sounding like a woman's' “I am a boring nobody, and I am sure you never imagined being forced on someone like me. You have things you like to do, and. . . .Instead of showing me around, how about. . .You let me see what you like? Then, maybe, I can stop acting like some sort of bumbling fool like I am now, since I am just not. . .” His voice finally gives up on him and he devolves into mutters, staring at his feet by the end.
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Nyau? So it work?
I would think that the elder knew, and told him about it, along with the one who became elder after her. The people I can agree don't know anything about magic, but could we say it something like a legend for them? They know there are bigger monsters out there from traveler's tales, and they think that they just live in a well protected spot or something :P The elder was one who trusted the legend and told it as fact to Kir-Kon, and simply passed it on to the new elder as tradition demands. Does that work?
As soon as he's back on the floor, the plants on the way as far as he's concerned, he lets out a long string of happy clicks and chitters in his native tongue. Watching the vampire bow he scrabbles about Joseph's feet and paws at his pant legs. Alexi watches this, the look in Joseph's eyes not missed by the human and after a moment he settles a hand on the vampire's shoulder and shifts him upright. Riley is now wrapped around one of Joseph's legs, staring up at the taller males. Looking deep into his once mentor's eyes Alexi offers a gentle smile. “I know I am asking a lot of you Joseph, and I know it is taking it's toll. Please, hold out just a little bit longer?”
Pressing a kiss to the taller male's head he squeezes his shoulders before waving to Riley and heading off towards his room. Riley whines but knows better than to follow. Instead he launches back into his room and begins shredding the curtains around his bed to give them a more natural feel. Alexi chuckles at the ripping noises and prays Riley doesn't cause too much trouble for his beloved Joseph. 'I have lost a lot of blood recently. . .Ah well, I will be fine. I still have a full day to recover. I will be fine by then' Smiling he hums lightly, checking the hall quickly before slipping into his room. Spotting Erik reading Alexi offers him a gentle look before heading over to his wardrobe, dropping clothes as he goes.
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A hand on his shoulder makes him look up. Sharing a look with the other officer Mois stands slowly and gives her a nod. “Shift change?” The woman simply nods, looking out over the devastation before taking his place, kneeling beside one of the many dead bodies, trying to find the right way to get it moved off the field without it falling apart. Mois looks, just as she had, out across the rubble one last time before making his way over to the company buss heading back to the precinct. The ride is short, and quiet, each person lost in their thoughts. Mois does his best to focus on what he needs to grab before heading home, deciding to skip the shower and simply bath when he gets back to the estate.
Pressing a kiss to the taller male's head he squeezes his shoulders before waving to Riley and heading off towards his room. Riley whines but knows better than to follow. Instead he launches back into his room and begins shredding the curtains around his bed to give them a more natural feel. Alexi chuckles at the ripping noises and prays Riley doesn't cause too much trouble for his beloved Joseph. 'I have lost a lot of blood recently. . .Ah well, I will be fine. I still have a full day to recover. I will be fine by then' Smiling he hums lightly, checking the hall quickly before slipping into his room. Spotting Erik reading Alexi offers him a gentle look before heading over to his wardrobe, dropping clothes as he goes.
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A hand on his shoulder makes him look up. Sharing a look with the other officer Mois stands slowly and gives her a nod. “Shift change?” The woman simply nods, looking out over the devastation before taking his place, kneeling beside one of the many dead bodies, trying to find the right way to get it moved off the field without it falling apart. Mois looks, just as she had, out across the rubble one last time before making his way over to the company buss heading back to the precinct. The ride is short, and quiet, each person lost in their thoughts. Mois does his best to focus on what he needs to grab before heading home, deciding to skip the shower and simply bath when he gets back to the estate.
The stillness around the boy seems to deepen and for a moment he holds his breath. Normally, if he sits still in the woods, it goes back to it's normal order. The birds chirp, the animals shuffle about, and the monsters creep along. However as he sits up slowly, listening close, it feels almost as if the air itself has stilled. He lets out a breath, looking around curiously, unsure of what to make of all this. 'Well, this is new. . . .Probably a bad thing. Maybe the ward is down and something's heading in to attack the village? Or maybe just me. . . Maybe my coming out here so often has thrown of the balance. . .That would be bad. . .'
His head turns this way and that, trying to find the source of the stillness. Instead he hears faint sounds coming from the direction of the village. 'Raised voices. . .Did I leave the gate open again let the birds loose? No, I hopped the fencing this time. Maybe the kids went back and let out the horses to get me in trouble. . .' He listens closely, the sounds growing louder. He does not move however. He's learned that approaching raised voices as one of the best ways to earn a smack, even when you've done nothing wrong. He can feel his skin pricking, the sounds of the voices different from what he's heard before. The closest he can remember is when a man attacked his wife for cheating. His angry shouts and her cries for mercy. . .
His eyes widen as suddenly a howl rings out, followed by an other, more pained sounding one. A faint pulse in his chest that fades quickly bring him to his feet. Standing on the stone he faces the direction of the sad sound, unable to bring himself to move. He is far to interested in keeping himself safe to slake his curiosity. 'It sounded. . . .So sad. . . I've never heard a cry like that. . .Well, a kicked dog kinda sounds like that, but this was more. . .' He can not find the words to describe how his hears had interpreted the sound, however he knows the animal, whatever it is, is frightened and scared. He understands that feeling. He understands it very well.
The cries continue on for some time, more odd noises he can not identify, and his skin dances as the air begins to move again. However instead of the normal shifting of light air currents, a breeze comes from nowhere and moves through the trees. Kir-Kon braces against it, never moving his gaze from the spot he hears the sounds coming from. It's not that strong, and soon passes, however the curious side if him grows more and more intense at every new thing. And then, just like that, the cries fade and Kir-Kon is left alone with only his thoughts as company once more. 'Well, that was different. . .I wonder if something happened with the ward. I didn't hear any screaming, so I don't think anyone died or anything. . .'
Slowly he steps down off the rock and begins walking towards the source of the sounds. His steps are quiet, but swift, his body crouched low so he can remain hidden amongst the foliage as he approaches the village. 'I should find out if it's my fault before going back in. If it is my fault I should try and get as many chores done first so at least I won't earn an extra beating from the horse master' He first listens carefully for any mention of his name before moving in a little closer and settling behind a large bush.
“Did you see that thing? It like, grew, right in front of us!”
“That was a monster! How did it get so far in!? That thing was obviously not your garden variety beast!”
“I don't know. . .Luckily no one got hurt. . .Woulda been one hell of a trophy though. . . .”
“Think a tamer could have had a chance with it? I think it'd have made a great guard beast.”
“Poor Saffron. Did you see how it threw her? She's okay, but man, I wish I had something like that around. . .”
His eyes remain locked on the ground while he listens, one ear turned towards the village while the other listens to the sounds of the forest. 'Well, this still may be my fault, if my little forays into the woods had any part in this, but it sounds like nothing too bad happened. .. And I don't hear them talking about me, so maybe I can avoid getting blamed, at least for a while. . .' The sounds of the forest return, albeit only a little bit, but now that he's sure nothing is going to be blamed on his right away, or attack him for that matter, he turns his attention on to the ground where the men are milling about. His eyes follow the obvious drag marks, following them towards where they end, continuing on to where they would have vanished into the woods.
For a moment he considers that he really should get to work. After all, he is already late. However as he stares at all the men milling around he realizes they are all going to be busy for a while. He has a few minutes to at least figure out which way the thing was heading to explore things further later. Sinking back into the forest a ways Kir-Kon makes his way around the perimeter of the village, reaching the right spot without being seen. The elder's teachings come in handy as he finds large paw prints with lines running along side and through them. He has no idea what to make of the lines in the dirt just yet, however the prints are easy to follow.
He moves slowly, just in case the beast hasn't gone far and is upset. He knows that as long as he is within the ward, which for now he's assuming is still in place since the villagers are still alive, he knows it can't really hurt him, but it could cause him trouble none the less. 'Knock me down without malicious intent and I smash my head on a rock for example' His looks carefully, trying to gauge the beast’s size and realizing that it's quite large indeed. 'This stride is gigantic, not to mention paw size. . .Long body, like a dog. . .' Despite how useless he know he is, some skills come in handy at times like this. 'Hours upon hours of being alone gives one time to learn such pointless skills. After all, none of them would ever trust me as a hunter. They think I'd attack them, so tracking is useless. . .'
He slows. 'They're getting closer together. . .It slowed down here. . .' His own pace drops to a crawl as he tries to locate his quarry. His eyes fall on a rope sticking out from under a bush and he raises an eyebrow. 'Well, that explains the lines I suppose' Carefully he moves around the bush until he can see what he thinks is what he is looking for. He pauses with a bit of it barely in sight, not wanting to approach it before knowing what he's up against, and if the beast is upset. Seeing a multitude of ropes criss crossing he realizes just how hard the villagers tried to bring the thing down. “Well, looks like you've got some rope troubles there.” His voice is soft, the normal tone he uses when talking to animals. Well, talking to himself really.
He doesn't actually think they can understand the words, but he's observed that certain tones get certain responses. He remains still, waiting, murmuring mostly to himself. “From the looks of things you didn't actually take a bite out of anyone, no obvious blood at least. I did notice some rope burned hands. .. Well, some raw hands, now I see that must have been rope burn. I've never seen anything like you before, not that I can really see you from way over here, but then again, I've not seen much of this world, like the rest who live in the town. We sometimes get travelers, but they leave quickly. They're tough, and most people think they are odd, but I find their stories interesting. . .” He rambles on, hoping to get a better look at the beast but not really counting on it.
His head turns this way and that, trying to find the source of the stillness. Instead he hears faint sounds coming from the direction of the village. 'Raised voices. . .Did I leave the gate open again let the birds loose? No, I hopped the fencing this time. Maybe the kids went back and let out the horses to get me in trouble. . .' He listens closely, the sounds growing louder. He does not move however. He's learned that approaching raised voices as one of the best ways to earn a smack, even when you've done nothing wrong. He can feel his skin pricking, the sounds of the voices different from what he's heard before. The closest he can remember is when a man attacked his wife for cheating. His angry shouts and her cries for mercy. . .
His eyes widen as suddenly a howl rings out, followed by an other, more pained sounding one. A faint pulse in his chest that fades quickly bring him to his feet. Standing on the stone he faces the direction of the sad sound, unable to bring himself to move. He is far to interested in keeping himself safe to slake his curiosity. 'It sounded. . . .So sad. . . I've never heard a cry like that. . .Well, a kicked dog kinda sounds like that, but this was more. . .' He can not find the words to describe how his hears had interpreted the sound, however he knows the animal, whatever it is, is frightened and scared. He understands that feeling. He understands it very well.
The cries continue on for some time, more odd noises he can not identify, and his skin dances as the air begins to move again. However instead of the normal shifting of light air currents, a breeze comes from nowhere and moves through the trees. Kir-Kon braces against it, never moving his gaze from the spot he hears the sounds coming from. It's not that strong, and soon passes, however the curious side if him grows more and more intense at every new thing. And then, just like that, the cries fade and Kir-Kon is left alone with only his thoughts as company once more. 'Well, that was different. . .I wonder if something happened with the ward. I didn't hear any screaming, so I don't think anyone died or anything. . .'
Slowly he steps down off the rock and begins walking towards the source of the sounds. His steps are quiet, but swift, his body crouched low so he can remain hidden amongst the foliage as he approaches the village. 'I should find out if it's my fault before going back in. If it is my fault I should try and get as many chores done first so at least I won't earn an extra beating from the horse master' He first listens carefully for any mention of his name before moving in a little closer and settling behind a large bush.
“Did you see that thing? It like, grew, right in front of us!”
“That was a monster! How did it get so far in!? That thing was obviously not your garden variety beast!”
“I don't know. . .Luckily no one got hurt. . .Woulda been one hell of a trophy though. . . .”
“Think a tamer could have had a chance with it? I think it'd have made a great guard beast.”
“Poor Saffron. Did you see how it threw her? She's okay, but man, I wish I had something like that around. . .”
His eyes remain locked on the ground while he listens, one ear turned towards the village while the other listens to the sounds of the forest. 'Well, this still may be my fault, if my little forays into the woods had any part in this, but it sounds like nothing too bad happened. .. And I don't hear them talking about me, so maybe I can avoid getting blamed, at least for a while. . .' The sounds of the forest return, albeit only a little bit, but now that he's sure nothing is going to be blamed on his right away, or attack him for that matter, he turns his attention on to the ground where the men are milling about. His eyes follow the obvious drag marks, following them towards where they end, continuing on to where they would have vanished into the woods.
For a moment he considers that he really should get to work. After all, he is already late. However as he stares at all the men milling around he realizes they are all going to be busy for a while. He has a few minutes to at least figure out which way the thing was heading to explore things further later. Sinking back into the forest a ways Kir-Kon makes his way around the perimeter of the village, reaching the right spot without being seen. The elder's teachings come in handy as he finds large paw prints with lines running along side and through them. He has no idea what to make of the lines in the dirt just yet, however the prints are easy to follow.
He moves slowly, just in case the beast hasn't gone far and is upset. He knows that as long as he is within the ward, which for now he's assuming is still in place since the villagers are still alive, he knows it can't really hurt him, but it could cause him trouble none the less. 'Knock me down without malicious intent and I smash my head on a rock for example' His looks carefully, trying to gauge the beast’s size and realizing that it's quite large indeed. 'This stride is gigantic, not to mention paw size. . .Long body, like a dog. . .' Despite how useless he know he is, some skills come in handy at times like this. 'Hours upon hours of being alone gives one time to learn such pointless skills. After all, none of them would ever trust me as a hunter. They think I'd attack them, so tracking is useless. . .'
He slows. 'They're getting closer together. . .It slowed down here. . .' His own pace drops to a crawl as he tries to locate his quarry. His eyes fall on a rope sticking out from under a bush and he raises an eyebrow. 'Well, that explains the lines I suppose' Carefully he moves around the bush until he can see what he thinks is what he is looking for. He pauses with a bit of it barely in sight, not wanting to approach it before knowing what he's up against, and if the beast is upset. Seeing a multitude of ropes criss crossing he realizes just how hard the villagers tried to bring the thing down. “Well, looks like you've got some rope troubles there.” His voice is soft, the normal tone he uses when talking to animals. Well, talking to himself really.
He doesn't actually think they can understand the words, but he's observed that certain tones get certain responses. He remains still, waiting, murmuring mostly to himself. “From the looks of things you didn't actually take a bite out of anyone, no obvious blood at least. I did notice some rope burned hands. .. Well, some raw hands, now I see that must have been rope burn. I've never seen anything like you before, not that I can really see you from way over here, but then again, I've not seen much of this world, like the rest who live in the town. We sometimes get travelers, but they leave quickly. They're tough, and most people think they are odd, but I find their stories interesting. . .” He rambles on, hoping to get a better look at the beast but not really counting on it.
Adorable, I know :P I'm glad you like him. *Giggles* *Bounces around happily*
Amano refrains from rolling his eyes at the man's words, not just because it's undignified, but because deep down he's not sure if he disagrees. 'Whether I am a fool in this all depends on my success. Illiendi may be able to help me live through this, and may be able to turn me into someone presentable, but if I don't do a lot of the work here, this will be his success and not mine, which is worse than if I never tried at all. . .' He lets out a soft sigh as the demon's comeback, a light smile coming to his lips at the look on the old man's face. 'He really is intimidating, I am not just a wimp after all' This makes him feel a little happier and his smile becomes more genuine.
When Alphonse vanishes into the back room the youth looks up at the demon's approach. The smile he finds there as he takes the scroll warms him on the inside and his own upturned lips widen into a full grin. He knows he's being silly at this point, but a smile from the demon is more rewarding than the taller male may ever know. Something about it gives the young man confidence. He is careful to rearrange his face before Alphonse reappears. However after a moment his good mood all but vanishes as the old man speaks.
'What!? How could he know!? Is he a mystic in disguise!? Is. . . .' Pressing a hand over the seal while Alphonse is looking at the coins Amano looks to Illiendi and feels himself settle. 'I know Alphonse. He's got very keen eyes, but if he had actual mystic abilities he wouldn't be working here. . .I'm being foolish' As Illiendi walks past and the old man hisses his “insult” at the man's back, Amano gives him a wide smile. “Children don't always want what's good for them, right?” Alphonse looks at him, unsure of what to make of those words and simply watches silently as Amano walks out the door. Nodding and offering a quiet thanks to Illiendi as he passes the beast Amano waits until the door is closed before looking up at him with his smile back in place. “I know what I'm losing by sticking with you. But, I don't mind. . . .My life is most important to me, not my afterlife.” The street isn't too busy and the sounds coming from the dock are faint, however the sea air is strong and clear, tossing a bit of his loose hair about as he looks to his manservant.
When Alphonse vanishes into the back room the youth looks up at the demon's approach. The smile he finds there as he takes the scroll warms him on the inside and his own upturned lips widen into a full grin. He knows he's being silly at this point, but a smile from the demon is more rewarding than the taller male may ever know. Something about it gives the young man confidence. He is careful to rearrange his face before Alphonse reappears. However after a moment his good mood all but vanishes as the old man speaks.
'What!? How could he know!? Is he a mystic in disguise!? Is. . . .' Pressing a hand over the seal while Alphonse is looking at the coins Amano looks to Illiendi and feels himself settle. 'I know Alphonse. He's got very keen eyes, but if he had actual mystic abilities he wouldn't be working here. . .I'm being foolish' As Illiendi walks past and the old man hisses his “insult” at the man's back, Amano gives him a wide smile. “Children don't always want what's good for them, right?” Alphonse looks at him, unsure of what to make of those words and simply watches silently as Amano walks out the door. Nodding and offering a quiet thanks to Illiendi as he passes the beast Amano waits until the door is closed before looking up at him with his smile back in place. “I know what I'm losing by sticking with you. But, I don't mind. . . .My life is most important to me, not my afterlife.” The street isn't too busy and the sounds coming from the dock are faint, however the sea air is strong and clear, tossing a bit of his loose hair about as he looks to his manservant.
Rei watches all the small changes in the prince, takeing the nod as a sign as much as the tensing and the sigh. 'He has had a lot of people try to kill him. . .He is also very determined. Most people who hear their life is in danger at least look around as if trying to spot who is going to do it. A bad move, it puts a lot of half-wit assassins on edge and makes them act early and make dirty kills' He reasons that the prince would think all kills “dirty” however in this case it means making their prey suffer. Staying close by the prince's side he moves like water in between bodies, his head swiveling this way and that slowly, looking more like someone in awe than someone assassin hunting.
As soon as they are up on the cramped platform Rei takes a seat on the railing so he can see every point in the square, looking around to the other side of the prince as easy as leaning back in case there is someone in one of the windows. The fae doesn't listen to most of the speech, it having very little to do with anything important beyond maybe yet another motive against the royal family in general, however when he reaches the last part about 'any woman of noble birth' Rei looks up at the prince and begins wondering how in the world he is going to screen that many woman for possible threats. 'I have not killed many women, however I have been hired by quite a few. Any woman turned down becomes a suspect as I have observed they do not take well to being denied such a “prize” as becoming a princess'
As the chant begins and the prince turns to him, a flash of his true self showing through. Rei feels it. Without returning the look his eyes snap to the crowd as many hands fly into the air and a rain of hats tumble about above the crowd's heads. There is a glint of steel, only a dozen paces away and in an instant Rei's blade is free of it's scabbard. A sound rings out as it snaps forward, deflecting the assassin's blade from hitting it's target, instead making it fly off behind the prince. People are already scrambling to get away, more at the sight of Rei, blade drawn, mounting the railing and his cold icy stare looking through them than the actual attack. However one set of eyes stays too long, look s a little bit different, and in that instant Rei recognizes his target.
Not sensing any additional threats the fae launches himself off the dais, his small body flying forward like an eagles talons. The assassin sees him coming and tries to duck between two people, however Rei's aim is true. He lands squarely on the would be assassin's back and in one swift motion slips his blade into the man's back. Despite the suddenness and confusion, Rei's aim is true and within moment the man is dead. Several townspeople stop fleeing to stare at the dead man now sprawled out face down on the ground. Without hesitation Rei removes the rest of his throwing knives and slips a hand into his shirt where most of his kind hide their contracts.
As soon as his finds it he stands, looking at the seal the man foolishly forgot to crush. Not having worked for the family the seal belongs to before he doesn't recognize it, but he's sure the prince will at least have an idea. Leaning down one last time he rips off a piece of the man's tunic and tucks it in a pocket for later use. As he walks back to the prince, wherever he is now, the fae reads the contract and internally rolls his eyes. 'This sounds like a child wrote it. Not unheard of, but it explains why he was such a sub standard assassin. I mean, it is a good tactic for some, but he looked way too angry for someone who is suppose to be horrified. . .' The nearest guards race past him to the body, one trying to stop him to take what he's holding, however Rei sends him off with his patented stare.
Once he is near the prince again he looks up. 'I work for him, not the kingdom. I don't answer to the guards' he muses, handing over the contract. “The person who wrote that is either very young, or simply childish. There is also the option that they are not and wrote that way on purpose, but that is the least likely option. I do not recognize the seal, but I thought you might. I can ride back with you in the carriage if you like, there are no more threats active right now.” He speaks softly so only the prince can hear, his footmen and the others from the palace now more afraid of Rei than ever before. Pulling out the strip of cloth he wipes his blade carefully clean before putting it away, folding up the now bloody cloth and slipping it back into his pocket.
As soon as they are up on the cramped platform Rei takes a seat on the railing so he can see every point in the square, looking around to the other side of the prince as easy as leaning back in case there is someone in one of the windows. The fae doesn't listen to most of the speech, it having very little to do with anything important beyond maybe yet another motive against the royal family in general, however when he reaches the last part about 'any woman of noble birth' Rei looks up at the prince and begins wondering how in the world he is going to screen that many woman for possible threats. 'I have not killed many women, however I have been hired by quite a few. Any woman turned down becomes a suspect as I have observed they do not take well to being denied such a “prize” as becoming a princess'
As the chant begins and the prince turns to him, a flash of his true self showing through. Rei feels it. Without returning the look his eyes snap to the crowd as many hands fly into the air and a rain of hats tumble about above the crowd's heads. There is a glint of steel, only a dozen paces away and in an instant Rei's blade is free of it's scabbard. A sound rings out as it snaps forward, deflecting the assassin's blade from hitting it's target, instead making it fly off behind the prince. People are already scrambling to get away, more at the sight of Rei, blade drawn, mounting the railing and his cold icy stare looking through them than the actual attack. However one set of eyes stays too long, look s a little bit different, and in that instant Rei recognizes his target.
Not sensing any additional threats the fae launches himself off the dais, his small body flying forward like an eagles talons. The assassin sees him coming and tries to duck between two people, however Rei's aim is true. He lands squarely on the would be assassin's back and in one swift motion slips his blade into the man's back. Despite the suddenness and confusion, Rei's aim is true and within moment the man is dead. Several townspeople stop fleeing to stare at the dead man now sprawled out face down on the ground. Without hesitation Rei removes the rest of his throwing knives and slips a hand into his shirt where most of his kind hide their contracts.
As soon as his finds it he stands, looking at the seal the man foolishly forgot to crush. Not having worked for the family the seal belongs to before he doesn't recognize it, but he's sure the prince will at least have an idea. Leaning down one last time he rips off a piece of the man's tunic and tucks it in a pocket for later use. As he walks back to the prince, wherever he is now, the fae reads the contract and internally rolls his eyes. 'This sounds like a child wrote it. Not unheard of, but it explains why he was such a sub standard assassin. I mean, it is a good tactic for some, but he looked way too angry for someone who is suppose to be horrified. . .' The nearest guards race past him to the body, one trying to stop him to take what he's holding, however Rei sends him off with his patented stare.
Once he is near the prince again he looks up. 'I work for him, not the kingdom. I don't answer to the guards' he muses, handing over the contract. “The person who wrote that is either very young, or simply childish. There is also the option that they are not and wrote that way on purpose, but that is the least likely option. I do not recognize the seal, but I thought you might. I can ride back with you in the carriage if you like, there are no more threats active right now.” He speaks softly so only the prince can hear, his footmen and the others from the palace now more afraid of Rei than ever before. Pulling out the strip of cloth he wipes his blade carefully clean before putting it away, folding up the now bloody cloth and slipping it back into his pocket.
As the demonic energy fades with the false priest's departure Lai lets himself relax a little bit, watching the little ones prance around, helping where they can. He continues bringing boxes from one room to another, going where the church folk tell him to, all the while glancing towards where he can still feel the evil presence. 'He's back there, just. . .Just what? What is he doing here!? The children seem to love him and trust him, which means he's been here a while, and he didn’t jump me as soon as he sensed me, meaning. . . .What? He's a demon with some self control?' Several of the humans step away from him but he ignores them, continuing working.
Even thought that can't see his eyes, many of them sense his increasingly foul mood. Normally he's almost calm around humans. He knows how his moods affect those around him in the human realm, however in his current state it's all he can do not to charge over to the demon and start flaying some answers out of him. However, when one of the kids runs in front of him, almost knocking the boxes from his arms and his first response it to wanna smack the kid he finally notices how much he's stressing and forces himself to calm down. 'I will get my answers, I will. . .I just have to wait. . .. '
The kid looks frightened at first but after a few seconds he smiles and ruffles her hair. She giggles and pushes his hand off before returning to her running about. He watches her go, remembering his cousins back at home that he should get back to one of these days. Being active in the military makes it hard to get home time, and ever since the incident he's not found himself wanting to go home very often. He does miss the little ones though and he resolves to go see them when he's done here. As the demonic presence draws closer he sets down the boxes he's carrying where he's told before heading out of the room to wait for the demon to come in close. However when he does, meeting his eyes and everything, all he does is begin acting like the perfect host.
Laisander suppresses a growl and listens silently to what the male has to say. 'I guess he doesn't want to be outed. . . .I don't get it, I don't get it! Demons terrorize humans, fact of life, and now he doesn't even want them knowing he's here. . .Or, well, at least, what he is. . .Maybe he's got a screw loose? I've heard of crazy demons before. . .' He follow at the back of the group, listening to the male talk, watching as he points people off to their rooms, their numbers diminishing steadily until at last he is walking alone behind the false father. 'If he wanted to try anything, this would be it, but. . .I don't sense the fighting spirit in him. He's not preparing to attack I would know. He's just. . . .Trying to be polite. . .Makes me more uneasy than if he had a knife at my throat. . .'
He tenses a little when the demon turns to address him, his eyes narrowing behind his goggles. He stays silent, following a little closer when they continue on, and he even smiles when he notices how far his room is from the others'. 'Easier to come and slit my throat in my sleep, eh? Maybe that's his lure here. . . Drawing in angels with the innocent act. . .' He knows he's just being paranoid at this point but in the silence there it little else for his mind to think on. He would break the silence as they walk, but what would he say to a demon? When they finally reach his door Laisander doesn't hesitate, walking straight up to the false priest, turning at the last second to open the door. Pausing he puts a hand on the door frame, the other coming up to push his goggles so they are resting over his bangs rather than his eyes.
Turning his cool gaze up at the demon his loathing of the beast is clear. “What business have you here demon? Think long on this for it will decide what I shall have done with you.” His voice is harsh, unyielding, and before the demon can respond he slips into his accommodations and closes the door softly. Letting out a long sigh Laisander compliments himself on not losing it, taking a few slow breaths before looking around the room. It is small, simply furnished with only a lamp on a small table, a bed, a small chest, and a small window. 'Wow. . .The barracks is more crowded, but at least the beds are bigger. . .Ah, well, they are doing their best' Shrugging he plops down on the bed and yawns. He knows he can't sleep before at least showing up for supper, but he can't help feeling exhausted after the battle he was just in, and the stress he's been under since arriving. 'Perhaps a nap. . . .'
Even thought that can't see his eyes, many of them sense his increasingly foul mood. Normally he's almost calm around humans. He knows how his moods affect those around him in the human realm, however in his current state it's all he can do not to charge over to the demon and start flaying some answers out of him. However, when one of the kids runs in front of him, almost knocking the boxes from his arms and his first response it to wanna smack the kid he finally notices how much he's stressing and forces himself to calm down. 'I will get my answers, I will. . .I just have to wait. . .. '
The kid looks frightened at first but after a few seconds he smiles and ruffles her hair. She giggles and pushes his hand off before returning to her running about. He watches her go, remembering his cousins back at home that he should get back to one of these days. Being active in the military makes it hard to get home time, and ever since the incident he's not found himself wanting to go home very often. He does miss the little ones though and he resolves to go see them when he's done here. As the demonic presence draws closer he sets down the boxes he's carrying where he's told before heading out of the room to wait for the demon to come in close. However when he does, meeting his eyes and everything, all he does is begin acting like the perfect host.
Laisander suppresses a growl and listens silently to what the male has to say. 'I guess he doesn't want to be outed. . . .I don't get it, I don't get it! Demons terrorize humans, fact of life, and now he doesn't even want them knowing he's here. . .Or, well, at least, what he is. . .Maybe he's got a screw loose? I've heard of crazy demons before. . .' He follow at the back of the group, listening to the male talk, watching as he points people off to their rooms, their numbers diminishing steadily until at last he is walking alone behind the false father. 'If he wanted to try anything, this would be it, but. . .I don't sense the fighting spirit in him. He's not preparing to attack I would know. He's just. . . .Trying to be polite. . .Makes me more uneasy than if he had a knife at my throat. . .'
He tenses a little when the demon turns to address him, his eyes narrowing behind his goggles. He stays silent, following a little closer when they continue on, and he even smiles when he notices how far his room is from the others'. 'Easier to come and slit my throat in my sleep, eh? Maybe that's his lure here. . . Drawing in angels with the innocent act. . .' He knows he's just being paranoid at this point but in the silence there it little else for his mind to think on. He would break the silence as they walk, but what would he say to a demon? When they finally reach his door Laisander doesn't hesitate, walking straight up to the false priest, turning at the last second to open the door. Pausing he puts a hand on the door frame, the other coming up to push his goggles so they are resting over his bangs rather than his eyes.
Turning his cool gaze up at the demon his loathing of the beast is clear. “What business have you here demon? Think long on this for it will decide what I shall have done with you.” His voice is harsh, unyielding, and before the demon can respond he slips into his accommodations and closes the door softly. Letting out a long sigh Laisander compliments himself on not losing it, taking a few slow breaths before looking around the room. It is small, simply furnished with only a lamp on a small table, a bed, a small chest, and a small window. 'Wow. . .The barracks is more crowded, but at least the beds are bigger. . .Ah, well, they are doing their best' Shrugging he plops down on the bed and yawns. He knows he can't sleep before at least showing up for supper, but he can't help feeling exhausted after the battle he was just in, and the stress he's been under since arriving. 'Perhaps a nap. . . .'
That adorable pout on Aoba's lips makes Kuro chuckle, watching as the angel turns from a depressed mess into something resembling his normal self as he worries of the demon. 'I know talking about my pain would at least distract him from his own. He worries about those around him, and since he actually likes me, or so I hope, his distraction is even greater' Watching him clear away some of the dust on his clothes rather than having that 'don't give a crap' attitude he did only minutes before Kuro can feel a faint sense of calm pass though him as the broken angel seems to be repairing. Letting Aoba help him to his feet he suppresses most of his pain, though a small whine manages to find it's way out when his ribs scrape against his lungs.
Shaking his head he says softly. “No, not right now. Dani is still upset and I have to stick around in case anyone tries to attack. After that sudden rise and fall of demonic energy, with the addition of holy energy, and energy that left alive, we can expect an attack today. . .” He glances out the open back door. “We man wanna bring in the animals early just in case. . . .Drops some feed in their stalls. . .” Using his limited healing abilities Kuro fixes his broken bones, at least enough that they stop grinding, and smiles at the angel. “I'll be fine. I just wont to make sure you're safe first. Then you can do the doctor thing.” He smiles, wiping away some of the blood still trying to drip into his eyes from his split brow.
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Watching his father race through the halls, calling in all manner of demon who fall into his own perception of sexy, Homura chuckles softly at the image. “Well, he's feeling better. . .”
From the corner of the room a deep gentle voice asks, “Father?” Out from the shadows of Homura's cloth bedecked room a slightly taller version of Lucifer steps forward into the soft light created by his little brother's seeing pool. His hair is shorter, and his black leather outfit is a stark contrast to his father's love or white Athenian robes, or nudity for that matter however despite the black horns coming out from his head, there is no doubt that he is the son of Satan. As the first son he was born from the coupling between his father and a female still very much angelic, making him the most like an angel out of the throng of Lucifer's offspring, however he is still innately evil and must feed like any other demon for his power.
Homura turns his unseeing white eyes upon his elder brother and nods slowly. In the safety of his own room Homura wears only his simple underclothes, a simple white long sleeve button up and some loose fitting black sweats. His short silvery gray hair seems to almost glow in the dull light and as he offers his brother a smile the only real demonic part of his appearance shows with a flash of long pointed fangs. Though he can not see, not in the conventional sense, the sixth born's sight is far and true when it comes to viewing the worlds in his own special way. He was born without sight and almost died several times as his mother did not view him as worth the trouble. As such, he is a bit of shut-in and stays in his room most of the time.
It was actually Issho who did a lot of the raising of the smaller male, having been born with his father's protective spirit. The tall blond returns the nod, touching Homura's arm as a way of saying good-bye, before slipping past several bits of fine cloth and exiting the room. The smaller male watches him go, staring at the place he vanished for several long minutes before wandering over to his wardrobe and pulling out his normal outdoor wear. 'I wanna know what our dear little brother did to make Pops so happy. And that look on his face. . .There’s something important going on out there I can't see due to his barriers, and I wanna see what it is. . .'
Shaking his head he says softly. “No, not right now. Dani is still upset and I have to stick around in case anyone tries to attack. After that sudden rise and fall of demonic energy, with the addition of holy energy, and energy that left alive, we can expect an attack today. . .” He glances out the open back door. “We man wanna bring in the animals early just in case. . . .Drops some feed in their stalls. . .” Using his limited healing abilities Kuro fixes his broken bones, at least enough that they stop grinding, and smiles at the angel. “I'll be fine. I just wont to make sure you're safe first. Then you can do the doctor thing.” He smiles, wiping away some of the blood still trying to drip into his eyes from his split brow.
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Watching his father race through the halls, calling in all manner of demon who fall into his own perception of sexy, Homura chuckles softly at the image. “Well, he's feeling better. . .”
From the corner of the room a deep gentle voice asks, “Father?” Out from the shadows of Homura's cloth bedecked room a slightly taller version of Lucifer steps forward into the soft light created by his little brother's seeing pool. His hair is shorter, and his black leather outfit is a stark contrast to his father's love or white Athenian robes, or nudity for that matter however despite the black horns coming out from his head, there is no doubt that he is the son of Satan. As the first son he was born from the coupling between his father and a female still very much angelic, making him the most like an angel out of the throng of Lucifer's offspring, however he is still innately evil and must feed like any other demon for his power.
Homura turns his unseeing white eyes upon his elder brother and nods slowly. In the safety of his own room Homura wears only his simple underclothes, a simple white long sleeve button up and some loose fitting black sweats. His short silvery gray hair seems to almost glow in the dull light and as he offers his brother a smile the only real demonic part of his appearance shows with a flash of long pointed fangs. Though he can not see, not in the conventional sense, the sixth born's sight is far and true when it comes to viewing the worlds in his own special way. He was born without sight and almost died several times as his mother did not view him as worth the trouble. As such, he is a bit of shut-in and stays in his room most of the time.
It was actually Issho who did a lot of the raising of the smaller male, having been born with his father's protective spirit. The tall blond returns the nod, touching Homura's arm as a way of saying good-bye, before slipping past several bits of fine cloth and exiting the room. The smaller male watches him go, staring at the place he vanished for several long minutes before wandering over to his wardrobe and pulling out his normal outdoor wear. 'I wanna know what our dear little brother did to make Pops so happy. And that look on his face. . .There’s something important going on out there I can't see due to his barriers, and I wanna see what it is. . .'
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