Return and depart. (Mika and Reaver)

[vancha]

Vancha finished the final leg of his journey through the thorny brambles and bushes, he didn't take off any of his animal skins and they did get a little shredded. but not terribly so. He didn't wear the lotion needed, why?! Wasn't that an obvious one? Well, he didn't want to, it was too easy and being a vampire wasn't easy so getting to the mountain shouldn't be. He respected vampires that used it but still preferred the thorns against his skin then taking such an easy shortcut sorta path. But that was just him, apparently.

He spat into the snow before entering the mountain , immediately upon his arrival, the guards at the doors bowed and let him in. There was no need for him to explain his reasons of being there to them. Even though he only came to say hello and get any information he hasn't heard already. It was a thankfully slow time for everybody.

The word of the green haired prince returning was already reaching the ears of vampires deep within the mountain. In a matter of hours, the whole mountain could be informed of his return. Vancha walked his feet cold from the snow and skin hurt from the sun, he looked around he walked to the halls and opened the large doors.

It was a dramatic entrance but still! the platforms and chairs where the princes sat were more dramatic, so it canceled out. He walked before his brethren he nodded hello, the other general gave slight bows, why? he was a returning prince! That's why! And they were paying him the respect he was due!

"Mika, Ero, Paris."Vancha said cheerily, "good to see you again!" with that he turned his head away as though to sneeze but instead spat onto the floor. A habit was a habit.

[Mika Ver Leth]

Another night spent in the Hall of Princes. How dull. Mika leaned over the side of his chair a little, probably not giving the generals as much attention as he could have. But his answers would be the same anyway. Patience and understanding weren't part of his vocabulary. However a message of interest, or interest to the others at least reached them out of the ordinary reports. The fourth Prince, Vancha March, had returned. And soon enough the great doors to the Hall had opened and the vampire Prince himself was striding up to his equals.

Joy. Vancha clearly hadn't changed, in fact he looked more eccentric than ever. Dirty green hair, purple animal skins (the hell?) throwing stars and red skin. Vancha. Mika could recognize his fellow Prince anywhere. The youngest prince had to resist giving him a sneer. He had to listen to Vancha's news first. Reminder, the vampire clan came before scorn. Even though Vancha was older and he recognized that the man was a warrior the scorn was still there.

Mika by contrast had not changed one bit in the time since they had last seen each other. He was far less colorful. Long black hair and fine black clothes, all black except for deathly pale skin. Cheery was the last word to describe him. He wasn't amused. The complete opposite of Vancha March. But at least that meant he was clean.

"Vancha." he inclined his head curtly to the other prince. "Yes.. it's so nice to see you again as well." Not. He looked on with distaste as Vancha spat on the floor. The sarcasm in his voice was not a hundred percent hidden. Mika had to try not to roll his eyes. Couldn't the other at least try to act like a prince?

[nightredux]

30 mintues Later...

Reaver was currently running though the halls trying to get to the Hall before Vancha left to see what had happened to the green-haired vampire. "Crap...I didn't realize it would be over so quick. If I had known that, I wouldn't have taken that extra bowl of-!?"

At this point Reaver was running and muttering to himself that he didn't notice a rope being held right where his foot was and tripped. It didn't hurt him, so much as it ruined his pride. It was also at this point that Reaver reached the Hall of Princes and Vancha came out with a look of pure smugness.

Even though Reaver's head was facedown, he knew that...'different' smell anywhere. He shot up quickly and said "Hello, my prince." He tried to not make his nose crinkle in discomfunt. "Is it just me or does it smell worse than before!!!! "Um..er...I,uh..." Inwardly Reaver was banging his head against the wall. Pull yourself together damnit!!! Quickly Reaver closed his eyes and said it. "Could-you-be-my-second-mentor? Only-if-you-want-to-of-course-my-prince..." Reaver opened one eye and looked to see what would happen.

[vancha]

Vancha grinned at Mika, he then looked at the there princes he went to say something then glanced behind him hearing a loud crashing sound. He watched some boy vampire stumble in. He was weird! He even gave a chuckle 'my prince'? ha! He didn't go with kids. for him he liked to be around..... 200 and up, guess the kid was around that but still didn't Act like it!

"Right.... you want me to teach you? your already taught." Vancha chuckled he clucked his toungue and added, "And why should I?" he smiled he was happy some one wanted to be taught. HE never really took on an apprentice per say more as just taught some people random fight moves. He wondered how the boy would fair, well first he'd have to loose the sword Vancha already saw at his side. He'd probably need to leave it here in the mountain if he'd ever want to begin.

The prince with purple skins spat on the side again, then he whipped his noes flicking something green away, he then turned his attention back at the over-eager vampire. There was a fire of eagerness, eh he might be able to use it and teach the boy. MAybe, he called him a boy but he called everyone that, he was pretty old though he couldn't remember an exact age. He was sure he could find it somewhere.. hm....maybe not. He was still on the fritz of agreeing to teach him. He didn't have anything better to do but, teach the kid? Eh...

[nightredux]

(Mynte asked me to do this, and I don't have much of a Reav muse now so it suks lol)

Reaver picked up his fallen top hat, dusted it off and placed back on his head. As he did that he saw Vancha's eyes dart to his sword. "Oh, this?" Reaver held up the sword for Vancha to see, the fire's light reflecting off it. "It was my dad's, I kept it as a reminder." He flipped it around. "Still can fight with it though." He put it back in his sheath. "Annnnnnyyyywwwaaaaayyyyyy...so...um...would you do it?" It would be interesting if Vancha said yes. Reaver thought that he and Vancha were kinda alike, expect for outer appearance.

[vancha]

Vancha nodded he'd have to cast that thing aside of he wanted to even begin to be trained by the Vancha March! He grinned he said, "This will be fun!" he nodded he said, 'I'll train you." he agreed. Why not? he could, it sounded interesting and what? he looses a few months of his time, that's not a whole lot for someone who lived as long as he has.

"We'll go once I get some good food in me." he smiled brightly, he nodded, "go, get ready meet me at the gates tomorrow." he then glanced at the princes he nodded.
"Welp, I guess I'm off to teach an overeager vampire!" he then began to take his leave. What? He had no plans of reliving one of them of their duties, he loved the outdoors, not the stones of the mountain!

[Mika Ver Leth]

Mika might have said something else to Vancha but never got to; at that moment they were interrupted by the door opening and Vancha walked over to talk with the newcomer. He looked at the newcomer with raised eyebrows. The voices carried across the Hall enough for him to hear their conversation. And then the filthy.. er, Vancha, had gone as quickly as he came. Mika got up from the throne and walked slowly across to the room to the door where the vampire was. He watched Vancha disappear down the tunnels once again and there was a flash of jealousy in his eyes.

Controlling it he turned to look down with cold nonchalance at the vampire beside him. Who in their right mind would want extra training from Vancha? The explanation was that the kid wasn't in his right mind. Mika looked him over critically. He didn't look like much. Clumsy, overexcited, and although inexperienced just like Vancha without the smell. Pessimistic as Mika was he figured he was too late to be saved.

"So.. you're going to be trained by the great Vancha March, are you? You must be honored." he said in a smooth sardonic voice. Snicker snicker.

[nightredux]

Reaver turned at the dark voice. "Hello. And yes, Vancha is a prince, so I can not wait to train with him. Is that a problem?" Reaver turned away and left Mika Ver Leth in the dust.

(Lol its short caus I didn't know what to sy, and I wanted to get to the god parts!)

[vancha]

Vancha walked he went to the halls and took a shower the waters were cold! Super cold, epicly cold! He shivered slightly, but it was good for his bones to wake up. He actually washed, which he was sure was a relief to everyone! But it was annoying he had to get everywhere clean since he never washed much, he then got out and got dried off with one of the towels he washed up his animal skins and took them backhe took the towel as well, he hung the animal clothes up to dry for a little bit he then dried off and got dressed back to his ordinary atire.

He smiled feeling a bit more comfortable though he enjoyed smelling like a wolf, he still did. Just a wet one. He then got dressed up an ready for bed, it had to be mid day or so? He couldn't tell from where no sun was but he still could tell. He then smiled he got his cloak and laid down on the floor he stretched out comfortably, he dozed off thinking of what tomorrow held.

HE wondered, mika looked jealous ha! He knew that that young prince wanted to get out but he hadn't done his fair share yet. Ehh, who knew? if he wanted to come he'd not object, the more the marrier! He smiled he dozed off into sleep. His dreams held nothing he forgot to dream again it seemed, when he was out he'd find something to help him have some good dreams. He got ready for the day getting all his stars together he walked to the gates he stood there waiting he'd eat raw meat out, he'd been pampered enough for one century!

the vampire prince with purple animal skins waited for his new assistant. Leaning against the gates with the guards.

[Mika Ver Leth]

Mika scowled after the young vampire, though his reaction had not been disappointing. Vancha was a prince, yes, and so was Mika, which meant that the kid whose name Mika still didn't know shouldn't be rude. But he was gone before he could say anything else and in any case it just confirmed what he thought about the kind of vampire he was. Hah.

The vampire prince stayed by the doorway for a minute and then turned to trudge back up the hall and resume business as usual. But he was interrupted by Paris's voice.

"Mika, what are you doing? Go."

Mika stared at him, and Paris smiled in the way that only omniscient old people could. The elder prince exchanged a look with Arrow and then turned back to Mika. "Mr. March and his new trainee aren't going to wait long. Go with them."

"But-"

"There is no rule that says only one Prince may be absent from the mountain at a time, you know. You may be satisfied here, but I see that you also want to get out. And you should. You are young. It does not do for the young to be stuck doing the work of the old. This is a time of peace. Arrow and I can do just fine on our own. It'll do you good."

Mika continued to stare. "Really?"

Paris nodded. "Unless you'd rather stay." Mika hadn't left the mountain in years. He'd worked hard to earn his place and didn't want to run away from it. But Paris was the only one he ever listened to, and he knew Paris was right. He was just voicing the things that Mika was too uptight to say himself.

After a silence in which he decided Paris repeated the one word, "Go." Mika looked at Arrow, thinking the other Prince might want to go instead but he could tell Arrow had resigned himself to Paris's idea. Going with Vancha and his assistant.. but they were preferable to staying here. The world was a cruel place but he'd had his rest and needed to move on to further adventure. As the idea sunk in he flashed Paris a very un-Mika-like grin and then vanished after the others.

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The next morning Mika walked down to the gates where he expected Vancha to be waiting. He'd slept and gotten ready and was now ready to leave. He was leaving! Although he didn't let his good mood show it was difficult not to. Breathing in the fresh air coming in from the gate he strode over to where his fellow Prince was leaning against the wall. It looked like Vancha was in for a surprise. He hadn't seen him to tell him he was going too.

"Evening, Vancha." Who knows how long it would last, but at the moment he couldn't be bothered to act as sour as he usually did. After all they'd be sticking together, since Mika had no other destination in mind.

[nightredux]

Reaver walked along to the gates where his new mentor, Vancha March was. Cly could barely contain himself from bouncing off the walls. He had always been this hyper when something new happened and being a vampire hadn't changed that.

Reaver got outside the gates and took a deep breath to get that fresh air. He then found Vancha and Mika Ver Leth conversing. "Hi." He said as he walked up to them. "So what are we doing first?" He saw in a flash the green-haired vampire's eyes flash to the sword on Cly's waist. He wasn't about to leave his sword behind.

[vancha]

Vancha nodded he said, "evening Mika!" he smiled brightly he asked, "What are you doing here?" he looked him up and down he seemed different, happy. Oh happy nights he was actually happy! He must have drunken a barrel of ale or something he asked, "you coming too?" he smiled more the merrier, why not? He knew the young vampire was eager for a treck, tagging along with them made sense. Vancha could also see what Mika had. He had to have something to make him good but Vancha was, admittedly curious, he wasn't there when the gothic vampire was crowned.

Then the cheery vampire turned his attention to his new assistant he looked him up and down glancing at the sword he brought. He was surprised he brought it considering, he was pretty open about not bringing them. He had a reputation for it after all! Ehh.. he'd make him cast it aside but no training until at least one mile from the mountain. It would keep the boy from having second thoughts and fleeing back to the big stone cage of a mountain.

Then there was another thing to think about. Mika wasn't going to be trained by Vancha's hand so why was he coming in the first place? he was not stupid. Vampires usually only came for a reason, probably just to get out and be free, he concluded. freedom!

[Mika Ver Leth]

Mika nodded to Vancha. "Yes, I'm coming too." he offered no reason why but that was okay because he didn't really have one. They just had to wait and see and maybe something interesting would happen. He was calm unlike Vancha's assistant so he still didn't really smile back but almost did.

Speaking of Vancha's assistant there he was now. Mika turned to look at the vampire. "Hello.. what's-your-name?" his voice wasn't cheery like either of theirs but for Mika it was a slight improvement. He didn't know the kid's name and the only way to find out was to ask. The prince looked at Vancha for an answer to the kid's question. For the moment he was just tagging along after all.

[nightredux]

"Names Cly Reaver, but everyone just calls me Reaver." Reav looked to Vancha who was in deep thought, or what looked to be deep thought anyway. When Vancha responded Reaver bashed the sky with his fist yelling "Woooo!". Everyone stared at him though, even the guards. Rever chuckled a bit and slowly put this hand down."

[vancha]

Vancha began to laugh at the kid's eagerness. Overeager indeed, he'd have to beat that out of him... But not right now hopefully when on the road he'll be a bit more serious, Until then why not be happy and go-lucky? it was good for the soul to let loose every once and a wile, something Mika should do!

He nodded then said, "well, we'll be traveling all on foot. By day your being trained, by night depending on the night. Either resting, or traveling, or your doing more training." vancha grinned. The last assistant he had, a few hundred years ago had run away. Go figures! when he was starting to like th runt that ran, luckily he made something of himself. Last time he heard he had died fighting.

The cheery vampire slapped hisnew assistant on the back hard, for any other ordinary person it would have knocked them over. He smiled he then said, "great traveling!" he then pondered he glanced at Mika he thought about what to do with him. Ah... he guessed for now just let Mika tag along, camp out. He was friendly toward all vampires, princes included, sometimes though he knew vampires didn't like him since he was extreme, too extreme for them!

Vancha walked beginning to descent from the vampire mountain. He walked in silence, chit chat along the road wasn't something he preferred. Like wolves they often shared a silence wile walking. In case being watched but Vancha expected none of that! He glanced at Mika the grass was soft under his own never shoed feet.

"Why you comin with us?" he asked the youngest of the vampire princes. He hadn't much of an opinion on the young vampire. He had to be a fine one to be nominated. He hoped!