Lady Aleister

"Whaaattt?!" Allan kept his voice quiet but was shocked upon hearing the news that Aldrich was Michael's ex. Um...okay. Well that explains some things. "Why does Aldrich seem to be after me then?! Michael's territorial over me!" Allan peeked his head to them. "Sexual tension??!" Allan put his fork down. Tabitha and Draven could probably tell more things than he could, but they were just confusing poor Allan in the process. Allan did tense up a little as Michael sat beside him, what happened last night making him blush a little bit. "Good Morning, Michael." He greeted happily, smiling up to his partner. However, when Aldrich sat beside him, Allan scoot close to Michael. "Actually the person who saved Michael's ass was the Warden. Told you I'd get those files~." Allan picked up his fork and pointed it at Aldrich. "Don't sit by me either." He then growled. Aldrich's eyes looked down to Allan. "You even replaced me with this smartass little thing!" Aldrich still kept trying to argue with Michael. "I'm not little! I already told you not to play games with me!"

So I'm having symptoms of Temporomandibular joint dysfunction. Chronic disease is fun.

Allan's face lit up bright red, his mind trying to process what just happened. His cheeks were hot, him covering his face with his hands. "Goodnight..." he muttered back to Michael. Holy shit. That just happened. A smile crossed his face, and he walked down the halls just a bit faster, to his room, closing the door, and jumping onto his bed. Allan kept smiling as he slowly drift to sleep. ~~~ Morning came...too fast. Allan finally got up after hitting snooze three times. He slugged out of bed and got ready for the day, heading downstairs and grabbing a plate from Kirius. Hopefully, Allan still had Michael's scent on him...so if Aldrich did come, he would be pissed. Allan had a gameplan though...because if Aldrich tried to charm him, it wouldn't work. That's another thing about charming. If the person being charmed is already in love...it will not work.

"I'm okay, I'm okay." Allan wiped his eyes at Michael's concern, looking up to Michael. "I am more worried about you." Allan invited himself inside, so he could explain some things to Michael. "After I saw you today with Ryder...Aldrich confronted me in the hallway. Needless to say, he was quick to leave me alone or he was to get a silver bullet in his chest. He spoke of The Blood Moon Murders...and Theodosia stole them for me from the Warden....and I read them." Allan admit. "I swear to you Michael, if Aldrich is the vampire who did this to you, I will do all in my power to dispose of him. You are one of the strongest beings I have ever met in physical...and mental strength. That is why I am grateful I am your partner." he was very sincere in his words, staring at Michael right in the eyes as he promised. "I admire you probably a bit more than I should." Allan smiled, a true smile from his heart. He then hugged Michael, whole-heartedly. "I was also reading that book you gave me, and know why you don't want me to look into Aldrich's eyes now. I was worried about you and couldn't sleep and it's already this late at night." Allan muttered, it slightly muffled by his face being buried in Michael's chest. "I know I shouldn't be up this late." he laughed lightly, letting out a sigh. "

Allan's eyes cloud with tears, he had been reading the report aloud and stopped reading it aloud once he could hardly get his voice out anymore. Theodosia placed a frozen hand on Allan's shoulder. Allan placed the report down slowly and wiped his eyes. "P-Please put that back..." Allan rasped to Theodosia, and she took the reports and vanished without a word into the walls. Allan tried to breathe some. Tears were rolling down his face, his eyes red with lack of sleep and he just kind of looked like shit. He pulled his hair away from his face. "I swear to you Michael...if Aldrich was the vampire who did this to you...I will kill him." Allan stood up. He was going to go see Michael. Should he? Probably not. Was he? Hell yes. He opened his door, and quietly closed it, sneaking out into the hall...and all the way to Michael's room, as quietly as possible. He stood in front of the door for probably two minutes, a little nervous at knocking on someone's door at this time of night, but also needing to talk to Michael. So he gently knocked. "Michael? It's me, Allan. I'm sorry for knocking late...I don't even know if you're up...I just...wanted to see you, I guess..." Allan fiddled with his hands, talking outside of Michael's door. His eyes were still puffy and he hadn't slept at all, and if being about two in the morning did not make this fact any better.

Why does my public library close on Friday. Like...I have things to do.

Allan's heart probably broke a little as he saw Michael begin to tear up. "I promise Michael. I promise." Allan called to his partner as he was brought out of the infirmary by Ryder. As soon as the door was shut, chills ran down Allan's body as he heard Aldrich's voice. "Don't f***ing talk to me." Allan snapped at Aldrich, placing his hand on his hostler. "I don't need to hear your side of the story because unlike you, I have good relations with people. I can find out about that case by myself and could probably even get your report of the exact case as well as Michael's." Allan was significantly pissed off, keeping his eyes away from Aldrich's. "So you stay away from both me and Michael, and if you knew any better, you would be out of here before one of us decides to get rid of you ourselves." Allan left with that threat, turning away. He marched straight to the Warden's office, knocking quietly. "Come in," she called, and Allan walked through the door. "Pleasure to see you." The Warden was obviously still upset. "I need all the case files you have over the Blood Moon Murders." Allan insist, placing both his hands on her desk and staring at her. There was silence for a bit...and then the Warden laughed sarcastically. "No. I know why you want them, and I'm not giving them to you." she gave a big wide smile to Allan, and he didn't budge. "Okay, fine then." Allan pivot on his heel, and walked out. He had another plan. "Well...that was easy enough." The Warden sighed. ~~~ Allan wait a couple more hours until night fell, up in his room, reading and writing down things about pure-blood vampires. Until, Theodosia came. "My~ that was some stunt Michael pulled today." she fell through Allan's wall and float beside his desk, looking at the pages of notes he had written up. "Perfect timing. I need you for something. Go get me every single case file on the Blood Moon Murders you can. They are in the Warden's office." Allan turned his head to Theodosia. He looked tired without a doubt, but he was going to find out the truth behind Michael's sorrow...so he could help his partner out...and learn why Aldrich is someone to be feared. "Okie dokie~~ Theif mission: START!" Theodosia smiled and quickly faded back into the walls of M&M. Allan had circled something in his notes as Theodosia left. Vampires are able to "charm" humans. Charming is a form of hypnosis or mind compulsion, which requires vampires to make eye contact and use their voices to mentally compel the victim. Excessive charming can have a negative effect on the mental stability of a victim. Vampires can charm at least two humans at the same time. There are ways to shield against being charmed. "Got them!!" Theodosia fell back into Allan's room, startling him. "Thank you, Theodosia." Allan quickly took the files from her and searched through them until he found Cassio and Brachmann. "I just need to know what happened."

Allan had to be physically held back by Tabitha to keep him from running right after Michael and the Warden. He did not need to go after them. BUT that still gave him a reason to light up Michael's phone like wildfire. Michael! Are you okay? I'm sorry! I probably shouldn't have said anything. What happened between you two? You aren't fired...right? I have never seen you fight like that. It was a little scary but Whatever, are you okay? Allan impatiently waited for a response. Of course, he wasn't going to get one. He threw his plate away and left the mess hall without any words. If anything, Michael would be with Ryder. So, that is where Allan went. "Ryder! Is Michael here?" Allan asked frantically as he saw Ryder come around the corner. "Yes...he is just around the corner. I am sure he'd like to see you right about now." Ryder pointed to Michael's location behind a curtain. "Thank you." Allan quickly said, rushing around the corner and throwing back the curtain Michael was behind. Sure enough, there he was, a little bit beaten up and looking both a mixture of slightly pitiful and extremely pissed off...but that changed quickly mainly thanks to Allan. "Michael!" Allan rushed up to his partner, and just straight up hugged him probably a little too tight. "Are you okay? I'm sorry I said too much." Allan asked immediately, stepping back and smacking Michael across the head. "Look, you're the greatest....but that was uncalled for. I'm sorry. That was just...why did you do that, Michael?" Allan sat beside him, a hand on his shoulder and looking at him earnestly. "You really scared me back there because I didn't know what was wrong. I didn't know if I did something or if it was something else. You could have lost your job over that, Michael. Honestly...if you lost your job...I wouldn't really know what to do. Just...please tell me why." Allan's eyes were a little sad in his statement.

"That would explain a lot of things." Allan chuckled at Tabitha's comment about monsters being highly attracted to humans. Michael began giving Allan a warning before he suddenly stopped dead in the middle of his sentence and grabbed Allan. "Shit that Vampire touched me and Michael knows." "Michael?" Allan looked at him concerned as he suddenly stood with eyes in rage and stormed off. "Michael! Nothing happened! It was just a stupid vampire not minding his own business!" Allan called after Michael, standing up, but Michael was gone quicker then the blink of an eye. "That was weird...it was like he was a robot or something." Allan slumped back down in his chair and picked at his food. "I hope I didn't say anything too weird..." Allan thought hard before a loud crash sent him jerking up. There was a hole in the ceiling. Allan got up and rushed over to the hole, followers by many others. When the dust cleared, both Aldrich and Michael were revealed. Panic rushed through Allan's body as Aldrich was suddenly thrown across the mess hall. Tabitha and Draven were just as surprised, standing close to Allan to keep him away from intruding. "That is the man from earlier! I don't know why Michael is doing this! He didn't even flirt with me that hard!" Allan tried to defend Aldrich. "Outta the way!!!" The Warden yelled, two large silver battle hammers in her arms as she ran through the crowd, jumping up and getting on the piece of ceiling that collapsed. "MICHAEL CASSIO. ALDRICH BACHMANN. STOP THIS RIGHT NOW." The Warden slammed her hammers into the concrete before twisting a tranquilizer from her back pocket. "IF YOU CONTINUE, YOU WILL BE HIT." Her voice boomed out. "Michael! Stop this!" Allan called out to his partner.

*clouds. Damn typo ruined my beautiful writing.

And past the ceiling, the sky, and the clues, there is it solar system and the rest of the galaxy...which is mostly an unexplored phenomenon full of destruction and beauty.

"Here you go Warden." Allan handed over to papers, reports of today's mission involving vandalism. The Warden had been giving Allan and Michael smaller cases due to their experience at Solum Prison, and to be honest, there were not too many interesting things going on. "Thank you Allan. Are things going a little bit better for you?" Warden asked, taking the papers from Allan. "Yes ma'am. Ryder, Tabitha, Draven, and Michael have been a tremendous help and I think I am alright now." Allan assured the Warden. "I'm glad things are looking up for you." The Warden smiled gently to Allan. The thing was about the Warden is that she looked like a scary person, and was a scary person, but if you were nice to her, she would be nice to you. Maybe. "Ma'am, I was looking for Director Evington?" The vampire leaned on the counter slyly, looking straight at the Warden, and then turning his eyes slowly to Allan. "Another vampire or some demon." Allan let that cross his mind. "Ah, you must be Mr. Bachmann. Director Evington is on the twelfth floor, the last door on your right. Allan, maybe you could take Mr. Bachmann there?" "Oh please, it's Aldrich." the man corrected. "Yes ma'am." Allan motioned Aldrich to the elevator, and Aldrich followed...a little too close to comfort. The two entered the elevator, and it closed. It was not as crowded as it usually was due to the time. "You're name was Allan?" Aldrich began to try to make conversation. "Allan Othello. Yes sir." Allan responded dully. "A tough little human you have this time...old friend." "It is nice to meet you, Allan." Aldrich reached for Allan's hand to greet him, but Allan pulled away as quickly as he could, just as the elevators opened. "Don't touch me. I know what you're trying to do." Allan looked at Aldrich, not very amused by the move he just pulled. "Ah, but do you. Thank you for showing me the way, little boy~" Aldrich backed out of the elevator upon Allan's rude response, and as the elevator doors closed again, both of them grumbled to themselves. "Why do people who I don't like try to flirt with me when the person who I do like hardly ever flirts with me?" Allan sighed, and headed for the dining commons were Tabitha, Draven and Michael were waiting on him. Allan picked up a meal from Kirius, slipping over to sit by Michael and join the group. "Some weird guy just tried to flirt with me." Allan grumbled as he opened his drink, resting his elbow on the table and beginning to eat.

You know those songs you listen to just so you can cry your eyes out? Ya I have one of those.

I was walking 1.7 miles in 34 degree weather this morning. I'm in South GA. HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN.

Allan let Michael talk as he stood there, looking down at Richard's body. The man's open eyes still staring back at Allan eerily. Michael pulled Allan along, and out of the way back to the guest room they were assigned. Allan caught a glimpse of himself in one of the broken mirrors that were in Richard's office before they left, and no wonder Allan could tell why Michael was worried. His face was pale and his heart was racing. "I-I just need to sit down." Allan stuttered, reaching back and sitting down on the bed. He pulled his bangs out of his face and took a couple of deep breaths. "I know that he was a criminal and that my life was at stake, and that he really deserved it...and I also know this was going to happen someday but..." Allan looked down, sighing, his elbows on his knees and head in his hands. He just felt...sick. "I'm physically okay thanks to you, Michael...but other than that...I kind of feel like a piece of shit." Allan admit, pulling his head up. "The Warden wasn't mad...was she?" Allan asked, clearly worried. Getting in trouble with M&M was the only thing he was really worried about. He only grew more worried when he heard a helicopter in the distance...it growing louder as it got to Solum Prison. M&M was here to begin their investigation, while Allan and Michael wait to be cleared so they could travel back.

"Then I have one last request...my last meal." Allan's blood ran cold as Richard turned to face him with pitch black eyes. Allan began to scramble backward, Richard's chains coming dangerously close to touching him before Michael lassoed his whip around his body, forcing Richard away. The mage and Michael had Richard contained. "Go ahead. You want me dead, don't you? Go ahead. Do it. Embrace the role. Feel what I once felt. Be the Judge. Be the court. Be the executioner." "DO IT!" Allan still had bullets left in his gun, but he hesitated. "I do not want you dead, Mr. Velazquez. However, based on your actions...which includes the murders of children, teenagers, and prisoners alike, and the bonding of ghost to you, on top of your attempt at harming M&M employees, should I allow you the privilege of being behind bars...or should I finish you off?" Allan walked up to Richard, his gun in front of him. "I've been behind a prison wall for YEARS you brat!!" Richard hissed at Allan. "Well, I guess that answers my question. Under the honorable name of M&M, I see the circumstances are necessary to use deadly force." Allan stated this line, moving the trigger to Richard's head, closed his eyes, and fired three silver bullets into the man's skull. Richard let out a rasp, the resistance on Michael's whip fading, and Richard's body sinking to the ground. Some people cheered, others stay silent, Allan simply put his gun back in his holster, we walked over to Michael and just grabbed his sleeve. He had just killed a man. For the first time. "That probably wasn't the right thing to do, I know." that was all Allan could really say. Hopefully this wouldn't be thrown back at him when he went back to M&M.

"This guy is crazy," Allan grumbled as he duck behind the desk with Michael. Michael jumped over the desk first, beginning to deflect Richard's chains. Allan check his bullets, he had ten shots. Solum Prison should probably hire a new director anyways...but maybe there was a way just to immobilize Richard instead of...well instead of killing him. Allan clicked his bullets back in place, peeking up from behind the desk. Oh, this was going to be fun. He cocked his gun and started aiming for the first shot. Bang. CLINK. Allan's bullet was deflected. "Damnit." Allan cursed. He shot twice again, both deflected. This was just not fair. Allan stood up from behind the desk, staying out of Richard's sight the best he possibly could. If Richard saw Allan, there was no doubt that he would go straight for him. Allan was not going to be wasting silver bullets. He carefully stepped out from behind the safety of the desk and fired about three shots towards Richard's legs. Allan did not know where they went until he heard a howl from Richard. Got him!! Allan had shot Richard's leg, and got him down. The chains retreated back towards Richard. "YOU FILTHY SWINE!!" Richard screamed at Allan, who took stand beside Michael. "Should we take him into custody...or should we get rid of him?" It was a reasonable question. Richard had commit plenty of crimes...and if it was up to Allan, he would just get of him. However, Allan was not the main voice in this mission, Michael was the older one and would determine what would happen to Richard.

That isnt any lolita, that is Angelic Pretty. Ive been a lolita since April 2016.

"Paranoid? I'm far from that, Mr. Velazquez." Allan lifted his hands and started laughing, it was a silent laugh at first, but then he just started cracking up. He actually couldn't control his laughs for a second there. "Oh goodness! Sorry! But you just gave yourself away!!" He began laughing again, in the mists of Richard's confusion. "I'm sorry." he calmed down, wiping his eyes. "I just got that entire confession over the intercom!" Just kidding, he started laughing again. "What." Richard's face went deadpan. -Literally only seconds earlier- "I admit, you two are truly brilliant. Even the human!" Allan peeked his head up from the desk. An intercom? A rather nasty idea crept into Allan's mind. He reached his hand up...and pressed the intercom button. It did not create any feedback on the inside of the office...but outside it did...and got the attention of every single creature in the entire prison. "You bounded those souls. You killed those prisoners!" "Technically, the ghosts killed them-!" "The ghosts that you bound and forced under your command!" "Oh, and what is so wrong with it?" "You know who they are, right? Criminals. They have done nothing but destroy the balance and peace that is required within society. They are nothing. Do you really think that their deaths would be missed? That they would cause any difference in this world?" "That is not your authority to decide!" "Oh save me the speech, would you? I admit I did wrong in killing those children. I was young, naive, wild, but then as I grew, I realized that there was no use in eating the souls of those who would be missed. When I decided to become a police officer, I didn't realize it. But once I became the director, the idea came to me. A revelation! I could clean the world from the filth that taints it, one at a time!" "These people, these souls, are finally being put to good use, their bodies used to feed those good people who could actually do good to the world! Can you really blame me for doing something so noble?" "This isn't noble! Your job is to keep these prisoners safe from themselves, not bring judgment upon them! That is not your role!" " "The judgment given is sometimes not enough! I make sure that these prisoners learn the lessons that they have to learn. To obey the rules of society, or else suffer at the hands of ultimate judgment, to which not even the gods may save them!" "What you have done, the deaths you have created are against many laws and rules that govern this prison and the rest of the system. We won't let you get away with this! You will be tried for your crimes, Richard!" "Oh? And who will believe you? I am the Director of this prison, have been for the past 5 years, with a flawless record. I am admired by both my prisoners and my staff. Do you really think they're going to believe you? Two detectives playing hero? Two detectives, how had become friends with a recently deceased prisoner? A paranoid human?" -Back to now- "You have dug yourself a hole, Richard." Allan came out from behind the desk, walking beside Michael and smiling. The door to Richard's office flew open, and guards and prisoners alike came rushing into the room. "So whatcha gonna do?" Allan winked.

I have not hosted a roleplay open to others in years.

I do 1x1s A LOT, especially with Stardustblade, because we have known each other for so long. She compliments my writing and I compliment hers. We work good as a team. It took me 9 years to find somebody like that though. Roleplaying is not easy...and it is something that is very serious. I know the struggle.

I see potential in both, but I also see myself liking The Demon's Chest better Really like how some of the spirits learned from their misbehavior and that can lead to some good storylines.

Allan stayed close to Michael as soon as the ghost appeared, and let him do the talking. Allan only knew one ghost, and that was a nice ghost, and he did not want to get on the bad side of any ghost.These ghosts were killed by a Soul Eater. Allen looked deep into his head and unsurprisingly was not sure what a soul eater was, but it sounded like something that ate souls of dead creatures. These ghosts were bound to this building and had the price of their souls on the line. These ghosts could not be free and their victims would never have a ghost to embody them. No...the ghost did not kill anybody. Richard Velazquez, head of Solum prison killed these people. "This is not your fault. As a detective of M&M, I will unbind you from this place, and put Mr. Velazquez to justice. Let's go, Michael." Allan motioned for him to follow as he began to climb back up the stairs. He flipped a lever at the top of the stairs and were back in the library, exiting and two guards following them. Allan did not say anything to the guards, but as long they were behind him, they were a threat. In fact, ever guard in the place was a threat now. Allan and Michael stayed quiet as they headed back up to Richard's office. "An accident and you two run to the library after running out of my office like that? M&M detectives are something else." Richard kind of joked, looking up from his computer. "May I ask why you disappeared suddenly?" the whites of Richard's eyes glinted red for a second. "May I ask why you are hiding under a human mask, Soul Eater?" Allan snapped back, pulling his gun from his holster. This caused a chain reaction throughout the room, the guards turning their weapons on Allan and Michael. "I suppose you found the old dungeon...interesting." Richard tipped his fingers on his desk. "The fact you have figured me out...proves M&M detectives...really are something." A sinister smile crept on Richard's face. "What a brilliant pair you two are."

I took way too many pictures in my $230 outfit today. But I bought it all with my own money so EMBRACE.

"Has anything like this happened to you when you came here before?" Allan asked Michael as they slowly began to descend the stairs. There was silence for a second before Allan pulled his phone. "I'm calling up the Warden so I can ask Theodosia something...I know she is not the best candidate to help us...but I just need to confirm something." Allan dialed the Warden. "What do you want Othello." The Warden gave a wonderful greeting. "Well, Good Morning to you too. Don't ask questions right now but I need you to get Theodosia." "And how am I going to get a ghosts attention?" "Call for her." There was some shuffling on the other side of the line, followed by the Warden calling out for Theodosia. "How is the mission going?" the Warden asked as she wait for the ghost to show up. "I don't have very much time to talk, just get Theodosia." "Hi Allan~~ Is Michael with you?" Theodosia's voice came through the line. "Yes he is--" Allan was interrupted. "Hi Michael~" Theodosia called. "Theodosia, I had a question. Will ghost attack people for fun or for no reason? I am just confirming..." Allan asked. There was silence on the other line for a little bit. "No. That is something I haven't heard a ghost doing in a very long time. If they are bound that might be a different story. If there are ghost attacking people...they are doing it for a reason." "Thank you so much, Theodosia. That's all I needed to know." Allan hung up the phone. "Ghost won't attack people unless they are doing it for a reason. We both know what we saw." Allan declared to Michael as they reached the bottom of the stairs. "A Dungeon...? An old and closed off one at that..." Allan began the walk around, it was dark and musty, Allan coughing a bit as he slid open a cell door and was met with dust. "Why did Alissa lead us here?"