(OOC: I'm open to almost all forms of RP. Just state your character and give a setting on what and where your character is. I'll RP any of the following Vlads on this journal, just name one you prefer and I'll play it!)
(Something slice of life I suppose? Like them bumping into each other after a hard day of plans for the both of them and having memories of Nautilus. Would that be okay?)
Vlad was exhausted. Beyond exhausted, the type you would have if you were working as someone who went back and forth in their double life, which was exactly what Vlad did. One hand a powerful, busy CEO that directed everything and everyone in his various companies to execute the actions he wanted them to make. He highly esteemed himself to be a fair and chief officer despite his questionable methods to gain economic power. And he expected everyone to be on top of their game, be the best in their abilities. Any weak link or untied loose end could prove to be disastrous for his companies and therefore, have him lose credibility as CEO.
As a powerful half ghost with 20 years of experience under his belt, it mirrored from his life as a human, just only with ghostly matters. He would find a way to get what he wanted, whenever he wanted, strike the deal with a ghost and distribute what he can give in order to receive.
However, it was times like this where Vlad just needed a break. A break from being CEO, a break from being an all powerful half ghost with the mind of a chess master.
It was today where he walked along a path to a small, local cafe, way out in the outskirts of Wisconsin. The line wasn't very long and it did not take long until Vlad was ready to order his mocha.
It was only when Vlad saw a figure a bit away that he stopped for a moment. His mouth agape, then closing it. He saw this figure before. He knew he did and yet…he couldn't quite place completely where. He was subtle in observing the other man's movements, not quite making his presence known yet.
At least he had enough of his hair back to look presentable. It was a pale blonde that was a little limp, but His skin was still grey, but a gold scarf wrapped around his nose and lower face. A steady diet had improved a lot for him, though he still had a way to go before he was completely righted. Or until he could work out a glamour spell from the books he had been reading.
His eyes were still blue.
His body language had not changed at all. It was powerful, confident, and at rest, even though he was only seated outside a coffee shop flipping through a very old book.
The mouths in his palms alerted him to a familiar mana signature.
Blue eyes looked up from the text and scanned the area.
Vlad exchanged the total amount for his drink to the cashier, who in turn gave her service with a smile. He turned with his coffee in hand and peering outside. There was something about that stranger...he was sure he seen him before.
The elder man walked outside and saw the younger man, with that book, just sitting there. Although he had no idea why, Vlad approached the table, he blinked momentarily, to only make one solemn, somber response.
Michael stiffened when the familiar mana signature paused in front of him. The tiny hairs on the back of his neck rose when he heard his name.
To his knowledge, no one here knew who he was...who he really was. It had been ages since anyone had used his given name.
He should be worried, think about making some kind of escape....
But that voice...
"Vlad?"
He knows it and he knows the name of the man it belongs to somehow. He feels warmth and relief at the other's presence for some reason. The mouths in his palms insist that the man is familiar.
With Vlad's trademark smirk, he invites himself, setting his coffee down, a treat he would give himself once in a blue moon, being more of a tea drinker himself. He props himself down in the seat opposite of Darkstar.
"Pleasure is all mine. Hope you don't mind, simply the Wisconsin way, American Canadians they call us."
Behind Vlad's smirk however, Michael could probably see a bit of guilt, for having to leave his young friend alone mentorless, looking out for himself.
With this thought he takes a once over at Michael, having his coffee in hand. He responds again before taking a sip.
"You are looking much better than the last time we conversed."
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Hime Here!
10/5/13 15:39 (UTC)Here's a list of my currently active Muses if you wanna thread with any of them:
Darkstar/Michael Morningstar: Ben 10
Five: Generator Rex
Biowulf: Generator Rex
Ibol: Generator Rex
Kaia: Motorcity
Re: Hime Here!
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16/5/13 12:51 (UTC)[Is this okay?]
18/5/13 23:31 (UTC)As a powerful half ghost with 20 years of experience under his belt, it mirrored from his life as a human, just only with ghostly matters. He would find a way to get what he wanted, whenever he wanted, strike the deal with a ghost and distribute what he can give in order to receive.
However, it was times like this where Vlad just needed a break. A break from being CEO, a break from being an all powerful half ghost with the mind of a chess master.
It was today where he walked along a path to a small, local cafe, way out in the outskirts of Wisconsin. The line wasn't very long and it did not take long until Vlad was ready to order his mocha.
It was only when Vlad saw a figure a bit away that he stopped for a moment. His mouth agape, then closing it. He saw this figure before. He knew he did and yet…he couldn't quite place completely where. He was subtle in observing the other man's movements, not quite making his presence known yet.
[Works for me :3]
19/5/13 15:06 (UTC)Of course, he'd looked a lot worse, too.
At least he had enough of his hair back to look presentable. It was a pale blonde that was a little limp, but His skin was still grey, but a gold scarf wrapped around his nose and lower face. A steady diet had improved a lot for him, though he still had a way to go before he was completely righted. Or until he could work out a glamour spell from the books he had been reading.
His eyes were still blue.
His body language had not changed at all. It was powerful, confident, and at rest, even though he was only seated outside a coffee shop flipping through a very old book.
The mouths in his palms alerted him to a familiar mana signature.
Blue eyes looked up from the text and scanned the area.
[Did you still want to do this? I think they need some father-son reconciliation times ;;]
6/9/13 16:31 (UTC)The elder man walked outside and saw the younger man, with that book, just sitting there. Although he had no idea why, Vlad approached the table, he blinked momentarily, to only make one solemn, somber response.
"Micheal."
[Yes, I am and yes, they do :3 ]
11/9/13 03:52 (UTC)To his knowledge, no one here knew who he was...who he really was. It had been ages since anyone had used his given name.
He should be worried, think about making some kind of escape....
But that voice...
"Vlad?"
He knows it and he knows the name of the man it belongs to somehow. He feels warmth and relief at the other's presence for some reason. The mouths in his palms insist that the man is familiar.
Blue eyes soften.
"Good to see you."
Because for some reason, it is.
Re: [No jokes, talk about late ]
1/4/14 06:24 (UTC)"Pleasure is all mine. Hope you don't mind, simply the Wisconsin way, American Canadians they call us."
Behind Vlad's smirk however, Michael could probably see a bit of guilt, for having to leave his young friend alone mentorless, looking out for himself.
With this thought he takes a once over at Michael, having his coffee in hand. He responds again before taking a sip.
"You are looking much better than the last time we conversed."