#swordofspirits

[paladin-alexander-anderson]

OOC:

Canada is going well on my end. I will be working on replies and will have them sent out by this evening. I look forward to seeing what you all wrote. 

-Oneal

[thevampdad]

"Don't let them find us."

“Them?” Vlad snorted 

“You think you are safer here?”

[paladin-alexander-anderson]

A new Beginning (closed Rp swordofspirits)

     The day was winding to an end. As the cool-front slowly swept through the country side as the sun set with beautiful orange and yellow hues in west.  The children were lining up in the mess hall now, awaiting their turn for food and grace by the visiting father for the evening. Their happy and carefree chatter could be hear echoing through the halls, leaving a since of homeliness to anyone who may enter. The night was perfect and like any other.      Alexander walked into the orphanage, wiping the seat that lingered in tiny droplets upon his brow. His skin was tanned from the rays of the sun, leaving him looking more rugged and worn than before. His attire was less ‘priestly’ as one may have thought. Now, the priest wore a gray (What Americans call) tank top, tattered and torn jeans, accent only by a white towel that rested upon his left shoulder, after a long day of manual labor. He had sent most of his day working outside on and around the grounds. He had repainted the shutters, Worked on the roofing to fill in any drafty areas for the upcoming winter months. He had split wood, weeded the garden, constructed a new swing set- all-in-all, the Alexander had a hard and fulfilling day of work. A large, rugged hand was bright up, fingers brushed through the blond mess of hair back.      No sooner did the priest make his way into the front lobby of the orphanage than one of the nanny-nuns rushed up to him speaking thickly and at a mile a minute. She was a stout woman, faire, young looking, and very sweet in nature. Her attire was like any other sister, except she wore an apron and bonnet, hair drawn up in a braded bun. Hands dictating and expressing as she spoke, she seemed to be explaining about the two newest addition the group, The Babies.     A while back, Maxwell had ordered Alexander to take on a very impressive young woman who was truly gifted. In the beginning, Alexander and Mary-Anne did not see eye to eye, often fighting about the smallest of things. Then again, why should she make his life easy? He was the monster who kidnapped her, No? But in the greatest since of honesty, the priest had become rather fond of his guest and did not wish to hold her anymore against her will than she already believed. He would take the fall for being the monster, this was what he was accustomed to; however, he would not make her stay her unpleasant in the least. Marry-Anne had come to him pregnant and quite along at that. During her stay, she had given birth to her children which changed everything between her and the priest. Alexander did not breathe a word of this event to Maxwell. Instead, Alexander spoke alone with Marry-Anne alone, reveling to her that she could have all the basic freedoms she so desired as long as she stayed here and raised her children as normally as possible.  They were… still working out the details.     Returning back from the reaches of his mind, the priest nodded to the sister, thanking her repeatedly for her time before sending her away for dinner. Oafish, tires thuds of his feet could be heard as Alexander pulled himself up the stairs and into his room for a shower and change before attending to his priestly duties. But before he could even get completely undressed, there came a knock on the door.

Right On Time…

“Coom’in!” he called towards the door, Shirt hanging from his hand still as he dug in the drawers of his dresser with the other.

[section13iscariot]

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Maxwell looks up from his paperwork, his hands moving up to his glasses to pry them from his face.

"How did you get in here?" he asks flatly.

[chaotic-lawful-objections]

+6 have been added to the Court Record.

nightshiftcuteyexe

forevermxre

matt-the-wanderer

clashofpassion

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kirakirakazuki

"Hmph..! I suppose I do have time for some introductions, but if any of you ramble on and cite extraneous, irrelevant details.."

"I will most certainly make you aware of my displeasure!"

[moonlightscholar]

"What's in this stuff?"

"It would be ideal for you not to drink it. It’s just…a small experiment of mine." He said, trying to direct her away from the blood-red vial. He was still far from finished, though it wouldn’t have any ill-effect on a human more than likely, it would still taste terrible to one. "It’s merely an attempt to possibly reduce the consumption of blood." Knowing that she would probably ask what he was doing, leaving it at that in attempt of remaining on the hunter’s favour.