PopeAlessandros

We'll take the low road.

A substation of our power plant exploded so I only have intronet for limited amounts of time. I will try to respond if I can, but if I can't, at least now you know why :P

Lost On Course To Tomorrow ~ PopeAlessandros x ShadowRaeper

A substation of our power plant exploded so I only have intronet for limited amounts of time. I will try to respond if I can, but if I can't, at least now you know why :P

We'll take the low road.

It got recoded yays! Less annoying now? I should get a reply up for this tonight or tomorrow, sorry for the delay.

Over the Hill ~ ClosetMonster x PopeAlessandros

The spirit stands for a long moment simply staring at the boy, observing some lost part of the world that only he can see. Setting aside all before him, he looks past it all, watching the weaves of power in the universe pulse and quiver as it comes I contact with the still figure of the kirin. 'We have tried many times over the years, each one falling, each one failing. I have never tried myself, but perhaps it is my turn to test the bonds that have us tethered' he muses, letting out a soft sigh. He watches the boy stiffen slightly as he begins stalking around him. His shimmering figure catches the sunlight every so often, causing him to almost vanish from view as if the sun itself could erase his presence. Chall remains as still as he can, exercising the age old wisdom of 'when one does not know the right path, it is best to do nothing until you know which one is right rather than risking walking down the wrong one'. He does not know what the spirit wants, if indeed that is what this thing is, and until it tells him, he has no intention of risking angering or offending it. Luckily for Chall, the spirit harbors no ill will towards him and once he comes back around he pauses, looking deep into the kirin's eyes. Chall stares back, resisting the urge to start when at last it speaks again. “I have put something inside you to help you on your journey.” It's voice is low and sounds like the low rumble of waves crashing into shore at a distance. Tilting his head the youth's brow furrows in confusion. “To help me. . . On my journey? You mean, tapping the lay lines?” His ears flick slightly. 'Why would any spirit be interested in making my man given job any easier? All the lore is the same; the spirits have long stopped caring for the ways and minds of man, turning instead to the purity of nature and those who are bound and connected to it' He blinks as the beast shaped spirit shakes his head, the thick fur around it's neck shimmering lightly. “This journey you are on, was not set by your own hands, nor by another's. No, this path is hidden from you, and when you do find it, this task placed upon you by the will of man will look a mere stroll in the fields compared to the honor I have given you.” Chall looks on in confusion as the spirit looks around, a low note whispering out from it's lips that seems to dance on through the trees and towards the town in the distance. 'What does he mean? Does he mean he's given me a job to do, but he is not going to tell me what it is. . .And I will have to abandon my duty to my lord to complete it?!' “But, sir, if I abandon what has been asked of me, my brother, he can't be-” he tires to explain but the spirit cuts him off with a sharp look. Taking a step closer to Chall it raises it's head, looking quite intimidating despite appearing as nothing more than a large deer with many antlers and a human like face. Chall does his best not to cower, his self determination more than enough to keep him from bolting, but as it takes another step he drops his gaze respectfully. “Some things are more important than the things living creatures cling to so desperately. If this brother of yours is a good soul, he will live on, and be safe. We do not ask such things without considering your heart. I saw his place in there, it is a gentle place, but you must put him out of your mind for now. We will keep an eye on him.” His voice is harsh at first, but calms as he goes on, his heart slowly remembering how mortals feel about their families. The boy feels a little calmer about his brother now, but as he stops and thinks further on the issue he can feel the truth of it crashinging over him like and overwhelming wave of responsibility. “We? As in, more than one spirit is asking this of me? What, what am I to do? Forgive me, I am just a youth, not someone great enough to take up the work of the spirits. Your kind, I did not even know you all still lived, I. . . .” Glancing over at the nymphs he lets out a sigh, realizing his panic is not helping anything. Much to his surprise however a sound he was not expecting suddenly comes from the spirit. Looking up slowly he watches as the being shakes, it's laughter echoing through the trees and making the water ripple gently. The new magic passing through his system seems to shiver as well, making Chall sway on the spot, but when at last the laughter falls silent, leaving the spirit smiling wide, he manages to keep his feet and meet the taller one's merry eyes with his own confused stare. However instead of explaining it simply says softly, “You mortals. . . .” A moment later the spirit turns to leave and Chall's hand flies out, wanting to stop it. However his voice freezes in this throat, his hand falling back to his side. The nymphs laugh lightly as they move back into the depths of the pond to play, leaving Chall alone, and very confused. After standing for a long moment, watching the spirit vanish into the foliage, the youth moves slowly over to where he left his robes and begins getting dressed. So many things run through his head, and despite the herbs his wound still throbs lightly as he pulls on the slightly worn fabric. 'The spirits. . .They want something from me. . . .They put something inside me, poured it through my magic and filled me to my eyeballs with this power that makes me dizzy if I move to fast or think too hard. . .They want something from me, and are protecting my brother. . . .' His hand comes up to rub at his temples as the thought once more pounds through him that he's been handed something so much bigger than he is. “They want something from me, but it is hidden. I must discover it. . . .But they did not say I need to stop what I am doing right this second.” he whispers to the air. Looking towards town he wonders for a moment about the call the spirit had sent out. One of the lay lines is not too far out of town, he knows this, so maybe. . . He lets out another sigh. 'I will have to go back towards town any way. The spirits never do something for no reason, so if he directed his attention there, then I at least have to find out why. I can. . .I can keep on the task the king gave me until I find this thing the spirits want me to do, that way my brother will be safer longer. . . .I have no idea how spirits would keep him safe. . . .Even without all of this he has always been in danger. My kind are tolerated, not welcome. . .' Chall's mind goes dark once more and as he gathers up his supplies he glares at the ground. His memories of how he and his family have been viewed and treated over the years leave him in a foul mood and as he walks away from the now revitalized pond he seems to be traveling in his own little cloud of angst. Keeping his eyes on the well beaten path beneath his feet it isn't until he hears the sound of laughter that he's drawn out of his self induced bad mood. Looking up he spots a group of young people, likely villagers, heading towards him from the direction of town. They are laughing and joking around with one another and haven't noticed Chall yet. 'Oh goodie, just what I need right now' He contemplates ducking out of sight before they spot him, thus avoiding any potential conflicts, but just as this thought crosses his mind one of the males in the group spots him and points him out to his fellows. At first none of them seem to think much of it, just another person walking along, minding their own business. In order to prolong this illusion Chall ducks his head, hoping that his ears will be mistaken for unruly hair or something for as long as possible. It's easy however to recognizes when at last they realize that what's approaching is not human. That oh so familiar hush, that slightly slowed walk, all those little signs that those approaching have spotted something they're unsure of. 'Yeah, yeah, I'm kirin. Now are you gonna walk by, or am I gonna hafta run?' He keeps his growl in check, despite his dour mood, but by the time they pass he's so keyed up that his tail is standing out stiff and his ears almost touching his jaw. Fortunatly, other than a bit of staring and whispering, nothing happens and Chall is able to relax. The happening actually allows the youth to relax and with a sigh he decides to go straight to the lay line instead of stopping by town. 'Not just yet. I want to get this out of the way, then maybe. . . .Maybe I will be relaxed enough to go into town and buy some supplies. . .' Turning slightly to the left he moves towards where he feels the pull, not noticing how the kids have stopped to watch. Pausing he checks how far away his destination is and frowns when he notes how close to town it is. 'Oh great, they get to watch me work my unwelcome magic in my unwelcome body. Fun' Chall knows that his bad mood is in part due to the stress of what the spirits have laid upon him, and that he's overreacting a bit, and knows he should not always assume the worst. Unfortunately, on top of the stress and his own dark outlook on the human – kirin history of intolerance, he's beginning to feel something beneath the magic left inside of him. Something akin to a longing, but for what he can not say. Not knowing what's going on with his own body is irritating to the point of being so distracted that he doesn't even notice the youth now following him at a distance. They don't mean any harm, however the rumors about Wren's guest, and about him passing through town earlier with the kirin, have them curious as to what the mage is up to. Most have only ever experienced hedge magic, nothing like the flashy stuff a court mage is bound to have, and as they spot the small threads of magic jumping from him to the ground when he checks for the lay line's location, they feel that the chance of seeing more magic is well worth forgoing a trip to the pond. It doesn't take long for Chall to reach his destination, and after a few children playing in the open field he winds up in just out of town go racing off to tell their parents of the funny guy they saw pawing at the ground he decides to do this as quickly as possible. However tapping a lay line is not a fast process, and as his magic trickles off of his body, amusing the youth to no end, a young one races through town on his way to a certain hedge witch's house where a weaver lay incapacitated by some unknown force on her kitchen table. When at last Chall his set, his weave in place, the elements giving way to his needs, he finally spots the congregation of onlookers, and notes that not all of them are as tolerant as the youth he passed earlier. In fact, he is quite sure the only reason some of them are not on him already is because of the white trails of magic wrapped around his body and dancing through the soft earth beneath his feet. 'They are too afraid to attack me with this obvious show of power. . . .Fools, this stuff couldn't even swat a fly. . .' He holds his feelings in check, not wanting to taint his tap, and not wanting to set off the new magic pressing into his personal magic making him feel a bit like he's not got quite enough air to breath properly. The last thing he sees before closing his eyes to focus on what he's doing is a slightly hefty looking old woman puffing into sight. 'She run here as to not miss the show?' he wonders idly before relaxing into the magic, all other thought but his task falling to the wayside. After a moment he feels it once again. That little tug, that longing, but he ignores it. Another heart beat passes and the one good part of the task he was given rises to the surface and an honest smile crosses his lips. Being so close to something so powerful and letting it race through you, it's quite a feeling. To those watching it is quite an impressive display. The faint white threads of magic thicken into dark and light blue ropes that instead of flexing gently begins whipping wildly around him, making his clothes flap, his hair toss, and even lifts him off the ground a few inches. His hands are held low, fingers spread, palms level with the ground, the ropes of magic coming off the tips and lancing into the ground. The magic is very natural magic, a magic that would be much harder for any human and near impossible for most. Taking in everything he can, every bit of information that he can, he slowly begins breaking the connection. Then something goes wrong. Instead of the normal slow easing out of the connection, it seems to just stop, a loud crack sounding through the area. Chall screams, the suddenness of it sending showers of pain through him, not to mention the shock of falling hard to the ground and being so far into the magic that he can't even catch himself when he falls all the way down into a crumpled heap. His eyes are still closed as he tries to cope with the pain wracking his system so he doesn't notice a bolt of magic shooting off, the blue green shimmer effectively parting the crowd and racing through town until it reaches it's target. Wren.

Over the Hill ~ ClosetMonster x PopeAlessandros

I have this image in my head where, when Chall does his thing, magical energy races through town and wraps around Wren's body doing. . .Whatever you want it to do. But this is a timing thing. The boy would get to Marge with just enough time for her to follow him back, and watch him tap the line, then she would notice the magic, connect the dots, and then insist Chall come back with her. BUT, because I didn't wanna control the whole happening, and I don't quite have Marge settled into my head, I thought I would stop where I did to give us a chance to talk, and if you want me to add a bit or wanna change the undertone altogether, we can do that with only a little shifting. It's up to you.

Lost On Course To Tomorrow ~ PopeAlessandros x ShadowRaeper

Name: ??? Race: Mage(Looks like a normal human) Age: ???(Looks 19) Height: 5' 2” Weight: 125lbs Hair: Black, waist length, straight cut across the bottom, silky, chest length bangs, parted down the middle, one side has a thin braid in it. Eyes: Golden Brown(More golden than brown) Skin: Alabaster Build: Thin, but not skeletal. Muscled, but not overly so. Petite in a way, but with a delicate frame that hides a decent amount of strength. Clothes: A black with red hem qipao with a silver sparrow embroidered in the bottom left corner. The same shape emblazoned across the back but it is normally hidden by hair. Material is silky, flexible, and light. Black loose fitting pants made of the same material, held up at the waist by a red sash, wide cut, very gentle sounding bells dangling from the ends. Accessories: Silver thread weaved in with the braid and tied into a limp bow at the bottom. Small silver bell with the same gentle ring tied on at the end of the braid. (Like the bells sound from Chinese stress balls) Powers/Skills(If Applicable): ??? General Personality: Calm, curious, spontaneously energetic. (Normally I have more here, but given the amnesia. . . .) Background: ???

Lost On Course To Tomorrow ~ PopeAlessandros x ShadowRaeper

Ah, thanks. For me it's the exact opposite. Custom building my character lets me get in their head way better than using someone else character and trying to fit my character into them.

Lost On Course To Tomorrow ~ PopeAlessandros x ShadowRaeper

How tall is Jace? Kinda important to know if my character has to look up or down when standing next to him. Also another reason I personally don't do pics, less informative :P

Never Ending Battle ~ PopeAlessandros x AkiBlue

He only has a few moments to simply stare about at his surroundings before the prince is once again on the move. His hands slide behind his back as he walks and despite the lovely setting for their little stroll Akito can feels his nervousness building. 'Something about being in a garden with someone I am to marry soon. It makes me feel like I should do something, say something. I've always had something to do, my time off spent either alone or with Father. Something like this. . .It's new. . .It's. . . .' He lets out a soft sigh, alternating between gazing at the landscape and keeping an eye on his soon to be husband. Aki pauses, staring a bit as at first the prince flops on to the ground, then simply lays back like he has not a care in the world. For several long minutes the soldier is at a loss, staring down at the man and wondering seriously if there's something wrong with him. 'Is he having a fit? Is he ill? Should I call someone?' Before panic can set in however he spots a few servants in the distance. He watches as they spot the prince on the ground, then continue about their evening. 'They don't seem worried, so, is this normal for him? The only time I ever felt safe doing something like this is when there were fifty or so warriors not a hundred yards away. But then again, the prince knows nothing of the fears of a soldier. . . .' Letting out a faint sigh Akito kneels at the taller male's side. Settling in comfortably on one knee he simply waits, his eyes scanning the trees. He can not help but feel protective of the other male. Making himself so vulnerable, relaxing despite all the possible dangers. True, the war is over, but that does not mean those defeated will not try something to uproot the country, and killing the prince before his younger sibling is born, and before marrying the war hero, would definitely send some serious ripples through the kingdom. As soon as the prince's eyes open Akito is on his feet, snapping instinctively to attention and following close behind the other man as they make their way inside. It feels oddly familiar when the prince poses a thought to no one and promptly receives an answer. 'Reminds me of those under the general. He would speak and someone always seemed to be there to deliver the information he needed. It was always quite impressive. . . .' The rest of the tour is uneventful save for a few moments where Hiro has to peel his betrothed away from a particularly enchanting piece of art or a fairly entertaining device. His stomach drops a bit at the thought of once again dining with his soon to be in-laws but the feeling does not show as he dutifully follows along behind Hiro as he picks up the pace. Much of the prince's side comments about what he normally does have the soldier a bit curious about why he's not just being himself. After all, they are suppose to be learning to live together, and acting in a way you would not normally creates a false front and is normally meant to mislead the other person. 'But by flat out telling me that what he's doing is abnormal, and telling me what he normally does, he's destroying the illusion. . . .But if he's not trying to make an illusion, then why act differently to begin with, other than to “Be polite”. But he doesn't really have to do that since, if the emperor and empress are any indication, being honest is alright in this family' The confusion continues to tumble through his mind as they approach the dinning hall. However once those doors swing wide his insides plummet a few more feet and his focus is brought to the present. The empress smiles and waves, one hand settled upon her belly protectively. It is not her smile that catches Akito's attention first though. It is clear from the emperor's face that he is displease by something, and as he glances at his wife it's easy to deduce that he thinks she should not be there. 'Likely worried for her health, even though she looks fine. A little paler than before, but more pregnant women get like that at night' He forces his eyes away from the irritated protective man, knowing that if he doesn't he'll just get more and more nervous, and instead turns his attention on to the feast laid out across the table. 'More food than even fifty people could eat in one sitting. . . .I suppose the staff get to eat the leftovers. . . .They can't be letting all this go to waste. . . .' The scent of one of his favorite meats wafts through the air and draws a faint smile to his lips. Though rare when on the go as a soldier, Akito had managed to snag this particular meat more often than the others in his team due to the simple fact that it also happens to be his pet's favorite food, and audrat happen to be good at catching soribird. The smile is more for the fact that it's normally considered the common man's pheasant and seeing it on the royal table is more than a little amusing. 'I bet the servants cook it and put it on the table because they like eating it' He knows he's being a little judgmental, and after thinking about it for a moment he realizes that the king likely grew up snagging it off the side roads as a soldier too, but for his own amusement Akito continues imagining the servants in the kitchen reveling over the savory little bird, making it to their liking. With this thought still at the forefront of his mind he takes the seat he's grown accustom to and nods towards the happy woman on his left. The empress smiles and pats his arm before turning to Hiro and asking about their day. While they are busy talking Aki coaxes Hoko out. The little beast seems far more awake now, chittering happily and standing up tall, trying to find the source of the scent of soribird. The little reptile bird is half way down the table and once the servants begin making up the plates Aki asks politely for two portions of neck meat. He feels a little bad, if his imaginings are correct, but as he listens to Hoko chatter on in anticipation the feeling fades and he pets the creature's back gently. “Good boy, just wait a little bit.” There is a fond look in his eye as he gazes at the little rodent.

Bring Me Peace ~ PopeAlessandros x Apoalo

*Checks once again for pulse*