PopeAlessandros

Outlast The Night ~ PopeAlessandros x Rapture

Um. . . . . Quote - "Leaving his generals to the front lines, Mathias took a small party and set off towards the villages to do what he could to protect those people that had given up their boys and men to fight for their king. Three villages they passed, turning back the raiders despite being outnumbered. By the time they reached the last village, most of it was up in flames. The raiding party gone, Mathias scoured the small village, his men putting out fires as they moved until finally a small group of survivors was tracked to the hidden cellar." That is in your character sheet, and that's what I was going off of. . .So. . . .Yeah. . . . .The king should be in the village, unless you wanna change your character sheet. . . . Sorry if I sound picky, but it got me really confused there, and both can't be true :P

When Realms Collide {AkiBlue & PopeAlessandros}

Seishu hobbles away from the mass of positive energy, the one negative trickle following the guy he likes like a little puppy into the arms of what was once his master’s sworn enemy. 'Not that I ever really stuck to that. I mean, I would get pissed, curse his name,and kill his troops indiscriminately, but that's different. That was business. A business that soon will be in the past. . .Hopefully' The Nightmare Guardian does not doubt for an instant that the plan can work, however he's still very much on the fence on whether or not it will. He sighs deeply, looking this way and that. 'The halls are lovely, but they're just so. . .Bright' In stark contrast of his own deep blue stone walls, the off white of the marble lining these hallways catch ever little sliver of light and bounces it around until the guardian finds it all nearly blinding. It is not a relaxing walk, not by a long shot, but he really feels he needs to take it. Something about moving, wandering, not laying around like a lump, allows him to think better. Despite the pain still radiating through his leg and shoulder, growing more and more intense as he shambles on and he wonders vaguely if he should just start back towards his room. However after having this thought he catches the scent of fresh air. For some insane reason he can not understand he feels the urge to go outside. He knows it will be bright, he knows it will kill his eyes and make his wounds burn, but the outdoors just seems to be the place to be. So, following his nose, he sets off. ~*~*~*~*~ “So,” Finn asks, “any idea why this is so hard right now?” He glances up at his sister. “Normally, when Lord Enasi is upset, the flowers still bloom, just, more slowly. They normally don't need to be coaxed for over an hour. . .” Starla shrugs before laying down next to her brother, her hand at flowers a little more experienced. As the two of them talk to the flower however a thought comes to her. “This could be. . . .Getting used to the new energy?” Finn looks at her sideways. “Well, think about it.” She continues, laying on her side. “We all noticed that Lord Enasi is giving off a new energy, and that the garden is ties to Lord Enasi. Since the whole place did not wilt, I would say that the flowers are just learning to transition to this new energy. Like when we moved the shrubs from the nursery into the garden. They take a while to take root and begin to bloom.” He runs her fingers over a closed blossom, watching it beginning to unfurl very slowly. “They have new food, and need to adjust. . .” “Just like the rest of us. . . .” Finn adds, nodding in agreement. He can see no fault in her logic and after a moment takes heart in the idea. “You know, if flowers can adjust, then so can we.” Starla looks back with a smile and a nod. Glad that that problem is now solved in his head the brother returns his attention to the task at hand. 'Yeah, if flowers can do it, then we can too. . . .' ~*~*~*~*~ Harper begins the slow walk towards Crios' office, wanting to stay true to his word to Seishu. He shakes his head with a smile. 'never thought that would be a desire to cross my heart' He sighs softly, letting his eyes wander, his body relax. After all the tension, and even with the still prevalent complications in his life, the general feels himself calming now that Lord Enasi is laying down comfortably, Seishu will soon be intercepted by someone else so he doesn't have to deal with him right now, and potentially, all the wars are over. Yes, for General Harper, today is a good day. ~*~*~*~*~ They watch the abomination, the embodiment of all the foul change that has been happening around their pristine realm, the creature most foul, as it walks absentmindedly along the hallway. Now is their time to act. Lord Enasi is laid up and can not stop them. He will see the good of their actions once the realm has been cleansed. Once this evil is removed they will be able to set things right, to get everything back to normal. They will get their guardian back. They won't have to suffer any longer. Across the way, somewhere near the the monster, a dream minion opens a bottle of his special perfume. It wafts through the area, nearly scentless, and with one effect. A wicked smile crosses the lips of the dream minion in charge of this endeavor. 'Perfect' she thinks, watching Seishu turn towards the nearest doorway to the outside. The palace itself has few doors but there are still arches separating one room from another. All the rooms with beds have doors of course. 'We just need to get you out, under the sun, then we can remove you from here' she hisses in her mind, her soft brown eyes hiding her malice for the guardian poorly. ~*~*~*~*~ Seishu doesn't really care what's driving him right now. He's just happy to be be moving about without someone worrying about him. 'Well, I'm sure plenty of people are worrying, but just not openly and right behind me' he muses, his eyes narrowing as he walks out into the sunlight. Holding his hand up over his brow to block some of the glare he lets out a sigh. He still looks a bloody mess he's sure, and to that he is glad that no one is around to see him. 'Last thing I need is them thinking I've killed someone' Letting out a sigh he takes a few steps, looking out across the open field before him, recalling how he'd flown over it a few days ago. 'Despite the brightness now pounding into my temples like a jackhammer, it is quite lovely' He only has a few moments to think this however when at last he feels his head clear up and some delightfully wicked feelings of to his left catch his attention. It's too late however and an instant later he feels a pain in his back. 'Oh goodie' is all he has time to think before he feels searing pain race through his system. He can't even cry out however as the drugs do their job and knock him flat. In short order the guardian is wrapped up in a cloth and a group of dream minion have him through a portal to the human realm. The female minion watches with delight. 'He's recovered a lot. None of us could kill him as he is now. But in a week? Being constantly fed positive energy? He'll be ripe for killing by then. . . .' Her smiles fades to the inside as she straightens her lab coat and heads back to the medical wing, her lunch break over.

Wit and Wiles: The Means to an End ~ PopeAlessandros x PrincessOfMyBedroom

*Checks for pulse*

Outlast The Night ~ PopeAlessandros x Rapture

The villagers shuffle around nervously, the sounds of the raiders pillaging the town above them having faded well over an hour ago, the dim flickering light of a single lantern casting it's light on the grim scene. But still, none are willing to be the first to peek out and see if it is safe for them to exit. The heat emanating from the thick doors at the top of the stairwell speak of the fire still close and blazing strong. Children weep in a corner, a few of the older ones trying to keep them all from whaling. Though the danger may be gone, they can not be sure, and the sound of a hysterical child is sure to alert anyone to their presence. The children outnumber the rescued adults two to one, many parents sacrificing their lives to keep their little ones from harm. The adults either sit around with dead looks in their eyes or move about trying to comfort and aid one another with cuts and burns. Among those injured is an unusual sight in these parts, and indeed something none in the village had ever thought to owe their life to. His breathing slow and ragged the beast man lay unconscious near the children in the corner. The children, the first to be saved and less bothered by things most consider strange, feel a faint comfort having their savior so close. This son of the Moon Raven clan however does not know this. He does not feel their little hands trying to shake him awake every once in a while, nor does he hear the adults shooing them back while they try to tend to him. The dank little cellar they are hidden away in is not very well maintained, the earth walls and broken shelves give them almost nothing to work with. However, those who still have their wits about them manage to tend to the wounded in short order laving only the long wait until someone screws up the courage to venture forth. Long hours tick by and the stranger does not stir. The little ones seem to one out of tears and eventually their crying leads to sleep. Many curl up right next to Shu and nod of with either a head or a hand on some part of him, taking some incomprehensible comfort in touching him. Eventually however none need worry about checking to see if the coast is clear for instead the cellar doors are thrown open from the outside, showering the stairwell with the deep orange light of sunset. After the near complete dark many of the villagers recoil just from that, while still overs cry out in fear, thinking it the raiders who have found them. The oldest youth goes so far as to take on of the beastman's blades and takes up a protective stance between the stairs and the other children. To their fortune however it is not the raiders that have found them. As the first soldier reaches the bottom of the stairs the older villagers recognize the kings colors and cry out with joy, scrambling over to her. The hardened soldier hides her own relief and sorrow at finding them alive. 'I'm glad someone survived, but. . . .Is this really it? Are these the only ones?' Her eyes land on the youth, still holding the blade but now looking less hostile. The soldiers that come down behind her begin helping the rest of the villagers out, but the youth with the weapon tenses as she approaches. A few of the little ones wake and cry, seeing an armed person approaching, making the boy all the more on edge. “It's alright kid, we're from the capitol. We're not raiders, we're here to help, just, put the blade down.” She speaks softly, keeping her eyes on the young man's. Once she's close enough she carefully takes the weapon away, tucking it in her belt before calling one of the remaining villagers over to help her usher the kids out. She pauses however when she spots the beast man passed out on the ground. When the villager comes to her side she asks, “Who is this? Surely he's not a villager. . . .” A few of the children reach over and take hold of the man, looking up at the soldier as if they are terrified at him being taken away. The mild aged man, his left arm missing below the elbow from his time as a soldier, looks down at Shu and shakes his head. “No, that there is a very brave man. He came with the raiders, I saw him coming into town with them, but before laying a finger on any of us, he turned on his own. Even took a few hits from some frightened villagers, but still only fought raiders.” He coughs slightly, the dust in the air tickling his throat. “If it weren't for him, I doubt any of us would be alive. . .” While not unheard of, and indeed the man sounds sincere, the soldier is unsure if to take this story at face value. 'The little'uns seem to have taking a liking to him though' she muses, her eyes running over the many bandages covering the beastman's arms and chest. Some were obviously put there by little hands trying to be helpful. As such, she's sure he's not quite as hurt as he seems. With a nod she gestures for the man to begin helping her remove the children, many going quite reluctantly, until at last only a handful of them remain attached to the stranger. She sends one of her fellows off to inform the king of the situation and to bring more hands. Should this warrior awaken and still be looking for a fight, she wants to be ready.

Outlast The Night ~ PopeAlessandros x Rapture

Meeeehhhhh!!!! Tiny first post, sorry. . . .

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

"Although how is he going to stay cooled down from the sun aswell?" - Hmmm, I think you may be a bit confused. There's nothing special about the sun on this world, it's completely normal like an earth sun. My comment about your clothing choice had nothing to do with the sun being special, I was just being realistic. Leather does not breath, and wearing excessive amounts of it while doing strenuous activities and under the heat of the sun, your character would melt and chafe. Sun is not special, is normal, leather is just not a good material choice to cover your entire body with. That aside, the qipao is very light and breaths easy and he will be able to stay cool. :P He's only this mysterious because he's got amnesia. Once he starts recalling things they will be added to his character sheet :P So, yeah, if you're good, I think I'm good. . . .I like the idea of your guy finding my guy unconscious soooo, it's you're spot to do the first post! I can't wait to see what you come up with!

The Power of The Fallen ~ PopeAlessandros x AkiBlue

Kuro isn't sure whether to feel happy or nervous that Aoba seems to have no problem with him not being around. By how wording the demon is sure there is more to his thoughts than what he said aloud, but as he tucks his favorite cereal int the basket along with what they've grabbed thus far he vows to not go digging for answers just yet. 'I'm not sure quite yet is I'm ready to start leaving him on his own for very long, and if pressing the matter might make him insist I leave every once in a while so he can prove he can take care of himself' Glancing after the angel as he wanders off his teeth begin worrying his bottom lips. 'There hasn't been an attack in a while, and I've had this feeling in my gut that one isn't too far off, so I don't want him out of sight until at least I can confirm this feeling's validity. . .I know Dani would rather die than give up his “toy” but at this point I think he's starting to change a little. He may be even more possessive now, and leaving him alone. . .Not to mention the priest. . . .' “Haaaahhhhhh!” he groans softly to himself, ruffling his hair with both hands. “No point to this!” he hisses, dropping his hands to his side. His hair looks like he went through a wind storm but he doesn't care. A few girls passing with their boyfriends, laden down with drinks, have to be nudged along as they seem to find the look quite appealing. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Finally figuring out how to zoom out a bit Fenrir catches sight of Kuro attacking his head and stares for a long moment wondering what drove the demon to do such a thing. “Well, that was. . .Odd. . .” he murmurs before turning his attention on to Aoba, the one with whom he actually has some real interest. His eyes narrow slightly as the obviously interested young store employee engages the angel in conversation. His eyes flick to Kuro, who has also noticed what's going on and is now watching the two like a hawk. Not for the first time Fenrir feels both curious and disgusted as he thinks that, just maybe, Kuro actually has feeling for the little angel. 'It's bad enough that he's constantly tainting him, but to actually violate and corrupt him. . . .' ~*~*~*~*~*~ Kuro holds back a growl threatening to rumble out as the angel's natural charm enchants the young man, Aoba none the wiser. He responds to what Aoba has to say with a simple nod, his eyes locked on James until he catches the youth's eye and ensures that he, without a doubt, will never try anything with his angel. Once out of sight Kuro returns to smiling, continually assuring Aoba that he and Dani can carry a lot more than one would think, as long as they got plastic so it can dangle. He leaves out that he's going to make Dani carry most of it, and in not time they are ready to check out. That feeling deep in his gut surges slightly and he looks quickly around, trying to find the source, however after an instant it fades. “It won't be hard. I know how to find my brother. . .” he murmurs softly, giving James a vague nod as he loads the plastic backs on to his arms, letting Aoba carry as many as he wants as to not baby him. Once outside he begins looking around. His natural honing instincts kick in and after a moment he smiles at Aoba, nodding his head off in the direction of Dani. “He's this way!” he says cheerfully, setting out at a brisk pace. ~*~*~*~*~*~ 'This is so boooooreing!' The small demon pouts internally while spooking a few passing children who had been trying to ask him if he wanted to play. Usually he would at least have entertained the idea, but after all the hype and noise, a busyness he's not used to, he's far to irritated to deal with more little brats today. 'I already have to deal with my my own selfish little brother day in and day out, never letting have what I want, I'm not abo-' His thoughts get cut of suddenly and he lets out an almighty shriek. The feeling of a hand running down one of his wings sends waves of fear and disgust through the demon and he whips around to see who dares touch him like that. His now glowing red eyes, nearly lit with his violet flames, land on a drunken middle aged man, the murder in his gaze lost on the inebriated fellow. Almost everyone nearby turn to look, wondering where that sound came from, and the drunk himself simply stares at Dani bleary eyed. “Thers' lik' sum weird leather there. I fel' it.” he slurs. At these words eyes go to Dani and without really thinking beyond his outrage he screams, “How dare you touch me like that you filth piece of scum!” ~*~*~*~*~*~ Kuro and Aoba are only a block away when Dani lets out his shriek and in a flash Kuro has Aoba's hand, pulling him along until the smaller demon is in sight, then piling up the groceries around him and demanding he stay put while he goes to deal with his brother. Without waiting for a reply Kuro races off through the crowd. A lot of people seem to be yelling, most don't actually seem all that upset with Dani himself, however one set of eyes watching from the alley beside the spot where Kuro left Aoba are not resting on the commotion, they are instead resting on the angel himself. ~*~*~*~*~*~ It does not take long for Fenrir to notice those eyes watching the little angel and as he looks at the hooded figure staring at Aoba the arch angel suddenly feels as if he's been doused in an ice bath. 'Oh no. . .Oh lord, let it not be so. . . .' He can feel the urge to scream at the mirror, to call out, to race down and defend the little fallen angel himself, something, anything, to keep that demon from. . .His breath stops as it pushes off the wall it had been leaning against and begins m moving towards the oblivious angel. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Kuro meanwhile fights his way to the front of the crowd, catching Dani just in time to keep him from showing anything he shouldn't to the rather excitable crowd. From the yelling and his brother's own indignant hissing and ranting he gets the basic idea of what happened and tried to calm not only his brother, but the crowd down as well. Unfortunately, Dani will not be soothed. Thrashing and screaming he insists he's going to rip the human apart, even as many in the crowd are already on the suspected 'pedophile' like rabid dogs on a three legged cat. In all the noise and flailing, Kuro does not see the danger approaching his beloved. ~*~*~*~*~*~ Luckily for everyone involved, this so called threat is nothing more than curious, and has no intention of hurting Aoba. Instead, he's just. . . .Curious. As he approaches his little head wings flutter delightedly at the sight before him. 'It has gray wings, is that the mark of a fallen? Or does it have something to do with the company he keeps?' His eyes flick over to the crowd to make sure that the 'company' in question are still busy before moving in a little closer. His steely gray eyes are just visible over the tops of his shades and his thick black tail is carefully tucked away around his waist as to not draw attention to himself. As a so called “demon in training” this once human did not grow up with the lore and innate knowledge of the whole demon angel thing, and before he became a demon it was his curiosity that actually lead him on his path to hell. He had been to interested in finding the truth above all else, seriously not caring who got hurt in the process, and rejoicing when bodies slain by his hands lay all about him, his curiosity sated. . . .for a time. He always had to keep moving, finding out more and more, he always had to know. . .Stopping a few paces away from Aoba he can feel that tingle, that thrill of knowledge being almost in his grasp that, to him, feels better than sex. Reaching up he removes his sunglasses, setting his lips in a gentle, easygoing smile, and calls out softly, “Quite the fuss over there. I do hope your friends will be alright. . .” His voice is silky smooth, a voice he used often to make himself sound unassuming and earnest. He takes a step closer, his smile still calm and gentle. “Have. . . You been friends long?” Kyou is many things, but a fool is not one of them. He knows the angel's “Friends” are the youngest sons of Satan, and he also knows what they are ready to do to any demon seen closing I on their prize. 'If that's how they see him. That's one think I am most curious about. . .Why are they not killing this little tidbit? I know I'm not really inclined, but if history proves anything it's that fallen angels never last long. . . .' With the horrors of what the two could do to him should he spook the little angel he is careful to remain calm, and a handful of paces away, so he seems less threatening. His truly demonic features may be tucked out of sight, but he's sure that the angel still has enough in him to recognize a demon.

We'll take the low road.

Amano feels even more eyes on him as Illiendi comes over and begins cleaning him off. He flashes back to being a child when his mother catered to him as the “baby” and he wonders vaguely if this looks any different. 'I mean, he is doing what my mother used to, but is it different now? If so, how? Is it because of my age, or because of the societal belief that once you are important enough you should be catered to? . . . . .That is a distinct possibility. I've never seen anyone cleaned like this, but then again, I watch the ground most of the time. I've never bothered to look around and see how “other nobles” are being treated in public. . .I've never really cared. . . .Dies that mean that I only care now because I now have the potential to become such?' With a soft sigh he sets aside his mental debate for later and instead focuses on the man kneeling before him. 'No, not a man, a demon. A demon who will one day be gone, taking my soul or whatever with him back to hell, who doesn't understand love, a who despite all of his effort to help me does not actually care what he's doing as long as he gets what he wants in the end' His lids drop slightly as he examines Illiendi closely. 'In a way he's no different from the men who cater to my father, licking his boots to gain his favor, except. . . .Except he's not licking my boots. He seems to want me to just use him, but at the same time using him just feels wrong. The pride, the power, it's all there, and despite him being my so called manservant, it's all I can do to just pretend that I have any power over him' Illiendi uses that word again and the pleasant shiver runs through his body. It seems almost familiar now. Their eyes meet for an instant and Amano feels frozen until that unnaturally warm hand comes up and begins wiping away the filth from his face. His eyes almost close, but not quite. Instead of looking at the demon's face however, his gaze shifts over to his hand. 'This hand. . . .How many people has it killed? How much blood has soaked into it, staining it even thought the blood itself is gone. How much death has it delivered to this world. . . .Will this hand take my life in the end?' He shivers again, this time for not quite so pleasant a reason. Once more he finds himself setting aside his thoughts, his musing for another day, in favor of focusing on this demon in human skin. This time however he focuses on the man's word, listening with a mind so twisted and confused that he's actually quite surprised when he understands what Illiendi is saying. He chuckles at the idea of “just calling the whole thing off”, wondering vaguely what it would be like to be someone who would even consider doing so. Amano may not be the boldest man around, but when he sets his mind to something, not even his like long fear of his father's wrath would be able to force him off a path once set upon. 'I fear for my life. My life the the most precious thing I have, and if doing this will make this life of mine better. . . .' Looking up at the demon Amano smiles, doing his best to ignore all the little things that are making him want to flee the building. Holding himself up straight, just like Illiendi taught him he smiles warmly. Something about him not caring either way, or at least saying he does not, makes the youth happy for some reason. It doesn't really make sense as that once more gives him the appearance of one of those greasy weasels that hang out around his father, however somehow Illiendi manages to act like one, without appearing like one. 'Illiendi is different. He is special' He nods slightly at that thought and sighs. “Forgive me. Old habits die hard. I. . . .Will not give up. Not ever.” His voice is sure, his eyes clear as he looks at the demon pretending to be man. “We have made this plan, and I will follow through.”

Outlast The Night ~ PopeAlessandros x Rapture

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