I'm becoming the part that don't last.

thirty-four. ✝

Mon, 22 Jun 2009 05:50:11 GMT

[he passed out from blood loss, on the verge of going on a rampage. his sheets were soaked with borrowed blood, though once the dream was over, he'd be good as new again, no longer hungry.

when he woke into the dream, he was dressed in white silk pants on his lavish bed at the Circus of the Damned. beside him was Nathaniel, curled on his side with a lazy grin on his lips. the wereleopard's ankle-length auburn hair was a bit mussed with sleep, spilling over his shoulders and his bare chest. in fact, the young man is entirely nude, and not the least bit ashamed of it. the redhead with the lavender eyes leaned up, brushing his lips over Asher's in a ghost-like kiss, fingertips brushing over his scarred cheek before disappearing]

So beautiful Asher...

Nathaniel...

[the man shook his head, putting a finger against Asher's lips - a fleeting touch - for a moment before drawing it back]

Shh... I want to tell you something... something that's been on my mind for a while. Despite what everyone else says, I love you, and adore you. You're a beautiful man, and no matter what... I'm yours. I want to be your pomme de sang, Asher.

[the vampire's ice blue eyes went wide in surprise, and oh god, his heart would have skipped a beat if he had the blood to fuel it]

Do you know what you're asking...?

Yes. I want to be yours, forever. Take me as your pomme, and when the time is right, make me your human servant.

You have made me the happiest dead man, my kitten. Thank you.

Anything for you, my darling prince.

[[ooc: Both Nathaniel and Asher are available for interaction! So those who have heard of the leopard before, now might be a good time to say hi~]]

thirty-three.✝

Wed, 17 Jun 2009 01:54:55 GMT

[unfortunately, the vampire fell asleep, actually fell asleep, which is shocking enough in itself. and truthfully, he's not looking so good, like he's been skipping meals again. what a surprise.

three hours, three minutes and three seconds later, and he's jerking awake, panting for air he knows he doesn't need. his cheeks are hollowed, there are dark circles under his eyes, and he's shaking with fear. the minute those ice blue eyes pop open, he's surrounded by bodies, rotting bodies with all too recognizable features.

Anita, Nathaniel, Jean-Claude... and the shipmates he's come to care for. Axel, Ammy, Riku, Sasuke and even Kaname, dead with looks of horrified rapture on their faces. standing in the midst of the bodies is Belle Morte, her mouth stained with blood, darkness oozing from her black lace gown]

You think anyone could love you, Asher? You and your scars? I never took you to be a fool. They're lying to you, ma chardonneret. Every last one is lying to you, telling you what you want to hear. I can't believe you fell for it.

[the woman darts forward, her claw-like nails digging into his neck, but all everyone else sees is blood running down. Asher screams in pain, eyes screwing shut and he's grabbing at her, throttling the one no one else sees, blood-red tears running down his cheeks]

Je ne vous pardonne! Grâce à leur sang sur ta bouche et dans vos veines, je vais vous tuer. La seule bonté je le choix de la manière dont on meurt. Dois-je arracher la tête ou se déchire le coeur de votre poitrine?

((The French is automatically translated to English by the Sphere: I'll never forgive you! With their blood on your mouth and in your veins, I will kill you. The only kindness I offer is the choice of how you die. Shall I rip off your head or tear your heart from your chest?))

thirty-two. ✝

Mon, 01 Jun 2009 03:37:34 GMT

[our favorite vampire looks stunning in this white outfit (with the purple part more of shorts then a bikini bottom) that makes his golden hair practically glimmer and come alive, especially with the exquisite coronet he's wearing. he's looking as pale as ever, but it's only been a few days since he fed, so really, any offers are out of the kindness of your heart~ he's playing with the wand, surprised by the powers given to him]

A dead man that can heal? How terribly ironic.

[ooc: The lovely Ziri made art for Asher in his outfit! ♥]

thirty-one. ✝

Mon, 27 Apr 2009 16:34:57 GMT

[even though he's on the ship and doesn't require daily feeding... well, the poor vampire needs to eat eventually. he's been cooped up in his room, venturing out only to the shops to fetch more paint supplies and the occasional book. he's been ignoring the madness on the network, though his Sphere is still on, a blood red rose. anyone who catches sight of him will see dull eyes, thin face, lackluster hair in a sloppy bun.

around the room is a series of portraits -- Cinders, Ammy, Riku, and then faces that only he knows: Jean-Claude and Nathaniel. each painting is stunning, almost life-like. he seems lost in his newest painting, but feel free to bug him]

thirty. ✝

Fri, 10 Apr 2009 01:58:12 GMT

[he's in the cemetery himself, laughing his ass off. it's a rich sound, almost fattening. he's been watching the network, and couldn't be more amused]

Oh captain, my captain.

Were you not satisfied by your current population that you had to bring in such impostors?

twenty-nine. ✝

Fri, 03 Apr 2009 04:16:42 GMT

[since Asher looks so stunning in white, he is suddenly in this little number, ridiculous feathers and all. and he's... less than amused. sure, he's cross-dressed before, but it was on very rare occasions and never in anything like this]

... I don't even want to know. I just don't.

twenty-eight. ✝

Thu, 26 Mar 2009 03:51:13 GMT

[it's the third time he's woken up in this damned cabin in this hideous orange jumpsuit. he sits up with a soft sigh]

They say the third time's a charm, right?

How tiresome.

twenty-seven.✝ [best guess 1]

Sun, 22 Mar 2009 05:57:14 GMT

[pushing through a bit of the wreckage, Asher paused for a moment, looking at his red haired companion]

Does it hurt to die, Cinders?

I wouldn't know. It's been so long that I can't remember.

[there's silence except for some swearing and the groaning of metal as Asher forces a collapsed wall out of his way]

You know... you never called in that favor.

Offering something, Asher?

If there's something you want.

[Axel smirks at the vampire]

You can do my laundry again if you want to clear that debt so badly.

Do you even have any clothes left to wash?

Good question.

[more silence, then they're standing in front of Asher's old room: Kepler Cabins, Titan Hall, Unit 3]

twenty-six. ✝

Sun, 15 Mar 2009 17:19:49 GMT

[his right leg is back, so he's merely playing with the branch he'd been using as a crutch now, writing a certain set of words in the sand. he'd made it to the ship, found the note... and was sorely disappointed]

It's all his fault... Do they mean the original captain? I certainly blame him for this whole bloody mess.

[Nathaniel nuzzles his cheek, purring low as if to comfort him. he looks up into the night sky, and it's hard to miss the black hole. the stars about it have disappeared, leaving a gaping maw of darkness behind]

I suppose this time, I shall stick around 'til the end.

twenty-five. ✝

Wed, 11 Mar 2009 03:07:58 GMT

[he's been in a dazed state since he had to cauterize Amaterasu's arm. her screams rang in his ears, the sight of her shaking in pain and shock replaying over and over again in his head. so it's not surprising that he's walking along a path and doesn't know when his right foot goes to take a step and lands not on the ground, but into emptiness. with a very undignified yelp of surprise, Asher sank to his left knee, desperate to keep the rest of his body out of the hole. you know, the one that effectively just sliced his right leg right above the knee. his scream rings across the network, full of agony]

twenty-four. ✝

Thu, 05 Mar 2009 15:52:28 GMT

[truth be told, he's not looking so good. normally he would have been healed the wounds already. as they were from a supernatural creature... well, it was a different story. there was a gash across his chest, and one on his right leg that looked particularly nasty. his cheek was torn up as well, and he looks... miserable. everything hurt, and it made it worse]

At least her voice has stopped...

[he looks up at the Sphere, trying to be neutral but the pain shines through]

I cannot wait to get off this damn planet.

twenty-three. ✝

Sun, 01 Mar 2009 00:51:14 GMT

[he's still edgy, looking a bit lost as he sits on the spare bed in Riku's shelter. things still aren't alright. he's been hearing her voice in the shadows, and he's had a few more bouts that he had to be shaken out of.

he's staring at the Sphere in an almost desperate kind of way, lower lip caught between his fangs. mumbling under his breath]

Belle, I have no time for your games. Do you hear me, wretch?! I'm not yours anymore.

[louder now, he forces himself to focus. Nathaniel's hunched up on his shoulder as usual, hiding in his hair]

Abel... I need to find Abel. Promised my goddess... must save Abel.

There is another matter of concern... I require more donors. Been hurting Ammy... don't want to hurt her, don't want to hurt anyone-- If you are healthy and willing, please contact me immediately.

twenty-two. ✝

Mon, 23 Feb 2009 05:23:46 GMT

[he's out for a walk in the downpour, ignoring the bitter cold and the whipping wind. it's actually soothing to him... until he smells smoke. he looks around in confusion, but sees nothing... until he turns back around. suddenly he's surrounded by flames, a circle interrupted only by a form. one with bright red hair, smoldering absinthe eyes, and... a silver rosary dangling from his neck. bouncing a ball of flame in a gloved hand, the figure smirked]

What's the matter, Ash? Cat got your tongue~?

A-axel...? What's going on...?

[he can feel the heat of the flames - the ones that aren't really there at all. he steps closer to the man that wasn't there, trying to escape the fire. but the circle seemed to shrink with every step he took]

Why are you doing this, Axel? Have I wronged you? My sincerest apologies--

[Nathaniel the adorable frobatten is fluttering anxiously, trying to get Asher's attention but it seems to have no effect. he squeaks at the Sphere, swatting at it with a wing to get someone - anyone - to pay attention]

[ooc; anyone is free to harass him and talk him out of this. ♥]

twenty-one. ✝

Sun, 15 Feb 2009 17:36:44 GMT

[his voice is soft, like he's trying not to be heard on the network]

Salvation... Perhaps I can avoid asking for more donors if we return to space.

[Nathaniel, everyone's favorite frobatten, makes a soft hissing, nuzzling Asher's cheek and making low noises of comfort]

twenty. ✝

Wed, 11 Feb 2009 20:39:58 GMT

[his hair's down, hiding his face again, and he's covered from neck to ankle in all black again. Nathaniel's buried in golden strands, mewling. it seems he's embarrassed]

I must apologize for my behavior while I was - ah - female. I was brash and uncouth, and having breasts was no excuse.

I feel I must especially apologize to you, my goddess.

[hangs his head, voice very soft]

However, I must ask that you come to my shelter when you have the time. I'm quite hungry...

To make things more organized, I have made a schedule of feedings. Hope none of the changes inconvenience anyone, but if they do, let me know immediately.

Monday: Ammy
Tuesday: Naruto
Wednesday: Ammy
Thursday: AU!Sasuke
Friday: Ammy
Saturday: AU!Riku
Sunday: AU!Sora

nineteen. ✝

Sat, 07 Feb 2009 18:55:35 GMT

[it's everyone's favorite busty and bold vampire. pretend it's dusk, and she's peeking out of her shelter that Riku helped her build. it's completely sun-proof by day, and toasty at night from absorbing the sun's rays]

Another glorious night on this two-mooned hunk of rock.

[her hair is braided back, showing off her scars in the bright moonlight. she's dressed in a summer dress she found in the shops before fleeing the ship; a skimpy blue dress that seems to cover the essentials and little else. her scars from shoulder to knee shine as well, a curious sight indeed]

Anyone up for a swim? It's too nice of a night to waste it sleeping.

[Nathaniel flutters up, landing on her bare shoulder and purring like crazy. seems he enjoys the night as well]

On a more serious note...

[filtered to AU!Riku, AU!Sora, AU!Sasuke, Ianto, Ammy and Naruto]

Well kiddies, we have quite the dilemma. So many of you willing to donate, and nearly enough days in the week. Are you all willing to donate once a week (Ammy, twice from you if I may indulge myself so)? I think it'd make things easier on you all, so you're not donating multiple times a week and putting a strain on your bodies.

If you're unwilling, then I will have to make arrangements with those who remain.

eighteen. ✝

Tue, 03 Feb 2009 02:02:44 GMT

[there's a very much female blond laying on her stomach on the mattress in the study room Asher claimed as his new room. ~~his~~ her button-up shirt is undone just enough to show off her cleavage. the pants are long enough, but certainly a bit tighter than before, outlining her long thin legs and generous ass quite nicely. her wavy hair is a bit longer than usual, tied up in a high ponytail that swings as she tilts her head to the side, flashing a smile at the Sphere]

Well, well. What a predicament.

[something seems off... she's not hiding her scars, and she's bold, even outspoken. she seems to be oozing self-confidence. odd considering her male self is so secretive, polite and quiet]

This could be fun~

[her voice is a bit more French, and has a pretty lilt to it that makes it almost melodic]

[ooc; complete gender-switch. remembers being male, but thinks like a chick. ♥]

sixteen. ✝

Sun, 25 Jan 2009 04:20:42 GMT

[the vampire's out exploring in the moonlight~ the soft flutter of wings hardly escapes his notice, though he finds it curious that the noise seems to be following him. whipping his head around, he catches sight of a fuzzy? frog with bat wings and a little wiggling nose]

Are you lost, little one?

[it stares at him with beady eyes, alighting on his shoulder. the creature even nuzzles Asher's cheek, making a soft noise that seemed to be of contentment]

Your taste is questionable, but if you wish to stay... I won't argue it.

[the little bat-frog shows off a dainty pair of fangs in a odd little smile, making the blond chuckle]

fifteen. ✝

Mon, 19 Jan 2009 02:44:35 GMT

[the Sphere flickers, coming to life. it focuses on a very much alive vampire, who looks as calm as can be. considering the state a few of the residents had seen him in two days ago, it seemed the ideal time to let the masses know he wasn't, well, dead]

To those who witnessed my unfortunate moment... My apologies you had to see that. I was not aware this bloody planet had a sun that would bring my death. It seems I will have to find a safe haven to retire before dawn.

When I awake a few hours before dusk, I will require blood almost immediately. I'm afraid I can no longer skip a day or two.

fourteen. ✝

Sat, 17 Jan 2009 18:18:00 GMT

[after the unfortunate crash, Asher had wandered the ship to examine the damage. his room was undamaged, but he slid Axel's drawing into the generous pocket on the trench he'd acquired, just in case. once he'd checked the ship, it was close to midnight, and he finally left the ship. basking in the light of the two moons - an odd anomaly in the night sky - Asher strolled amongst the flowers and came to a lake.

he'd been wanting a bath, but the lack of water on the ship made that almost impossible. with no one around, he shed his clothes, climbing in. relaxing in the cool water, he went over the last few months]

I spent three months here... and yet I only remember three souls when I clearly knew several others. That doesn't make any sense. I'm a master in my own right. Unless I'm mistaken... there is no one aboard the ship that is capable of erasing my memories.

[he continued to lounge and think. by the time he felt the pull of dawn, it was too late. The Sphere focuses on Asher's "dead" body, half out of the water and reaching out. there's a look of confused fear on his face. there's a band of black about his waist, leading one to believe he's wearing some sort of short covering his legs]

[ooc; for those who know Asher's vampy side, it'd be best if he was removed from the lake as soon as possible. if sunlight touches him, he's going up in flames. so a means of shelter until dusk would be appreciated~]

thirteen. ✝

Wed, 14 Jan 2009 15:42:17 GMT

[for those who had caught him during the anti-gravity incident, his hair is down again, covering the scars quite effectively. he's in his suite, but there's something different. it just might be the easel and small table set up with a box of oil paints and a jar of paintbrushes. upon the canvas is a light pencil sketch of a figure sitting with its knees drawn up and head resting on its arms. there's no identifying features, just a lone flower hanging from the figure's hand. he doesn't seem to be paying any attention at all to the Sphere - like he doesn't even know it's recording him - and for once, he looks downright calm and peaceful]

twelve.✝

Sun, 04 Jan 2009 05:01:41 GMT

[ Filtered to AU!Riku ]

I'm in need of your help.

[it's weird to see a tiger holding a laundry basket under a paw, tucked against his side]

eleven.✝

Wed, 31 Dec 2008 17:36:03 GMT

Our Captain is a ficus.

Do I even want to know what's wrong with my image?

ten.✝

Mon, 22 Dec 2008 22:55:14 GMT

[the Sphere flickered to life, panning over a typical bedroom in the cabin. A bed, a small fireplace, and a couch beside a quaint bookshelf. Zooming in on the couch, whoever’s watching is in for a grisly sight. On the end table is a framed child’s drawing a few may recognize. On the couch itself is a headless body, slumped on it side, feet still flat on the floor. In the body’s lap is a black leopard stuffed animal, hands holding onto it like a lifeline. The head itself…

Then the feed shuts off abruptly, like a switch was thrown. It seemed the Sphere had been repeating the clip, over and over again. The once headless body is upon a bed in the Kepler Cabins. The drawing is on beside him, but the leopard seems to be lost.

A startled noise falls from the vampire, bolting upright in surprise, a hand going straight to his throat]

Your work leaves something to be desired, Cinders.

Anyone mind explaining why I’m alive?

[in case anyone was wondering, Asher's Sphere seems to be engulfed by a fine mist of shadows, like it's trying to hide itself from view]

[ooc; so, the first part is the recorded feed of Asher post-death. his Sphere was playing it over and over until Asher came back to life~]

nine.✝

Sat, 20 Dec 2008 03:51:49 GMT

[like most others, he was thinking about the impending black hole. he had never spent much time reading about space and all its wonders. he was well aware that all the planets revolved around the sun, and stars were burning balls of gas. but the power of black holes? he hadn't a clue. they sucked things in, devoured them and then... well, Asher didn't know. and frankly, he didn't want to find out]

Of all the ways my life could end, I never pictured being sucked into a black hole to be one of them.

[in his lap was a black panther stuffed animal with vivid blue-grey eyes, Axel's drawing on a frame he found in the closet of the room he took for himself. for once, he was lost. he didn't know what to do with himself, to do with anything. the present had made his heart clench, and he almost cried tears of blood in front of the bright Sora who handed out the boxes]

At least... I won't be going out alone. There's comfort in that.

I need to talk to you, Cinders. As soon as possible, if you could.