Post by Apollo Liece on May 10, 2016 22:13:34 GMT
7:47 PM
The sun was about to set when the plane touched down in New York, the metal vessel only carrying two people. After securing itself in the private fliers section of the air port, the door to the yellow plane opened up. The first to exit the flying machine was an elderly woman who looked to be in her late fifties, wearing a long black dress. Her dark black hair was starting to gray, and it looked currently rustled. She would move aside from the plane door to allow the other passenger to hop off, which was her ex-master, Apollo Liece.The man had a purple dyed splotch in the middle of his bleached blonde hair, which lay atop his Caucasian body. He was readjusting his glasses while zipping up his pants at the same time, while he hopped off the plane. After which, he would put on his belt to keep his pinstripe pants from falling down. By the time he finished fixing his belt up, he would stop in front of the old woman and looked down into her eyes. Smiling, he said to her, "Thank you so much for taking the time out of your busy week to take me back to America. I can not tell you how much it means to me for you to do such a thing."
The old woman chuckled as she would reply with a sly smile, "Well, anything for my Lolly-Polly. Besides, you have thanked me enough on the ride here as it was. And yet again, I do have to say that you are most certainly welcome." After saying her part, she would get up on her toes and kiss the ex-prince of Novoselic right on the cheek. She would blush and say, "Well, I am going to go and see my sister before I head back to the homelands. Make sure to keep in touch with me and every one of the other nannies that took care of you."
"I sure will madame," Apollo would force himself to say as he watches the old woman walk away. He would turn around and head in the other direction, looking to exit the airport himself. Apollo did not have any plans to call back his servants until he became a king of sorts. He definitely would not call back this nanny, only because he figured the best way to go would be to get himself younger women who have less of a chance of dying before him. Hell, Apollo had to help her calm down on the flight as she nearly had a damn heart attack, and that is something that he did not wish to handle once more.
After going through customs and everything, Apollo would look around trying to find some bloke holding a sign that has his name on it. To his dismay, there was nothing of the sort this time around. It was then that reality struck him once again, in that he was not considered 'royalty' any more since his nation was taken over. Now that he was a commoner, he would have to get a car or, god forbid, take a taxi to get from place to place. Hell, he could not even drive a car since none of the cars nowadays actually looked good at all, and the ones that were were barely affordable for even when he was a prince! The ex-prince actually was a motorcycle man himself to be honest, even though he did wreck two of his two-wheeled engine powered transport vehicles in accidents. It was a miracle that he did not get injured in those accidents, but now that Apollo was older, he can pretty much tell that those miracles were created by his own Tyrant Purple stand.
After scanning the parking lot and seeing no available motorcycles, he decided to do the one thing he wished he did not need to... Get a taxi. Scanning the area once more, he would notice a yellow taxi pulling up to a woman clad in blue. Not wanting to wait like some of these babbling buffoons, Apollo hoofed it through the crowds, weaving around senile old farts and hopping over drooling young snots. Making it to the vehicle in record time, he would push the woman to the ground and dive into the yellow car.
After making himself comfortable in the back seat, Apollo would command the taxi driver after mumbling to himself, "Um, how is it you filthy Americans say it, 'Yo, wheel me to the nearest hostel, so I can get my Z's on, ya dig dog?' " While saying this, he would hold notice something about the taxi and its driver... The driver seemed like the person who used his treadmill as a coat rack, and his bar of soap as an ash tray, as he was a large bald man who stank up his own taxi with his smoke breath and his stench. The stench was so bad that the blonde man had to pull up his white t-shirt above his nose and under his glasses.
The taxi driver had a double take at this man's lingo, and then said with a straight face and a smoker's voice, "Look kid, do not try to speak in that lingo. I hate the new ratchet slang words kids nowadays use. I mean, what the hell happened to the good old slang words. Anywho, if you want me ta take you anywhere, then you need to hand me four dollahs straight up."
Apollo would fish through his own wallet after retrieving it from his blue pinstripe pants, and would hand the man a ten dollar slip. The driver would look at the thing, before saying with an outburst, "Heeey, the hell is this!? I can not use this monopoly money, I mean it ain't even American money!"
Apollo would looked appalled at first, before retorting with a slight tinge of anger in his voice, "Well, excuuuuuse me that no one in the airport was able to exchange my currencies! This ten dollar slip from my country is worth seven and a half of your american dollars, so I am overpaying you in that sense. I just need to get to a hotel so I can get me some damn sleep!"
The man would look at the bill a little bit more, and after a while would sigh and tell him, "Fine fine, I can see that you are telling the truth. Let's get you to a hotel, and then you can pay me the rest of the taxi fees once we get dere." And with that, like a bat out of hell, the driver started to speed away from the airport and towards the innards of New York City.
9:47 PM
After driving for what felt like forever, Apollo started to get wary of this taxi driver. I mean, there were a couple of hotels that they drove by that Apollo did say that he would not stay at because of how low class they were; but this man had been driving in the residential area of New York for a good ten minutes without planning to leave. Getting slightly angry, Apollo asks the man if he actually knew where he was going. This angered the taxi driver a bit and made him stop the taxi for a second, giving Apollo his life story. He was raised in the Bronx, fighting for his life as his family abused him, blah blah blah, could not do well in college because of learning disability, blah blah blah, his wife left him because he would not stop smoking, blah blah blah.
After this, Apollo just asked him to get him to the nearest hotel, and the man just started driving. After this pouring out of his heart, he would ask the young man, "So kid, why have you come to the States? And where ya from?"
Smiling at this man's sudden interest in his personal life, Apollo would start to boast, "Well if you must ask, I am but a prince without a crown. I hail from the fallen country of Novoselic, and I have came here in order to seek a new life. I seek to conquer this nation as my own, and will one day be King of the Entire World! But for now, I just need to learn how to live like a commoner such as yourself."
The driver would chuckle, and reply with a simple, "Sure sure su- wait a minute. You say Novoselic? The one that got taken over by a couple of different nations a while back?"
"Yes! That is the one! Thank god, cause I was about to worry that no one would know of Novose-"
"That bill you paid me earlier, that and the rest of your money is in that currency, right?"
"Yes, why do you ask that?" Apollo would ask, already knowing why he was asking by this point.
"THEN YOU BETTER GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON FOR ME TO NOT KICK YOU TO THE CURB FOR WASTING MY TIME, AS I WILL NOT BE PAID IN WORTHLESS PAPER FROM A PATHETIC, DESTROYED NATION!" The taxi driver yelled with such ferocity.
Apollo would scoff at him, and say in stride, "Because I am royalty, of course! You should just feel graced to just be in my presence, you lowly commoner!"
Moments later, the yellow cab was driving away, leaving Apollo face down on the sidewalk cement. Apollo would lift his body up, a little bit of blood streaming from his nose, shouting as he readjusted his glasses and shaking his fist in the air, "I AM FUCKIN ROYALTYYYYYYYYYYYYY"
10:13 PM
Apollo had started walking in the night, wandering aimlessly in the moonlight residential area of this city. The temperature slowly dropping, and the man feeling chilly and tired. He wanted to find a place to rest, and was about to consider sleeping on one of the street benches. The ex-prince was not going to degrade himself to ask the people this city to let him sleep in their homes. He'd only go in if they invited him in, and even then they probably would not invite the most trustworthy member of royalty from a now nonexistent kingdom and nation.
By the time he was at his breaking point, a taxi cab stopped a good forty feet in front of him, and out came a very familiar person. It was the woman clad in blue from earlier, and when she hopped out of the taxi, she immediately recognized him. Her reaction was similar, yet very different, as she seemed to close the distance between him almost instantaneously, as if she quite literally flash stepped to his position. She held up Apollo by the neck, almost tripping over her feet, and said in a slurred voice, "Well, lookit wat the cat dragged in. Now, I remember jyu... Jyu pushd me onto the grund, and scraped me face... Now, gimme one goooood reason for m-me to not suck all the blud outta yo body."
Apollo was about to give her the same reason that he gave the taxi driver, but seeing at how that played out, he decided to go a different route with this cute lady. She was wearing a blue hoodie and dark blue pants, with bright blonde and pink hair underneath the hoodie's hood. Her face was rather round, and was accentuated with pale skin and bright light pink eyes. He would smile softly and say with a rather soothing tone, "Now that I get a good look at you, I must say that I am truly sorry to do that to such a dame as yourself. If I was not in such a hurry, I would have rather knocked my own lights out. So please don't suck the blood out of my bo- wait a minute, suck my blood what?"
She would have a dumb grin on her face as she blushed, dropping the man back onto his feet and then say with pride, "yyyyyup! I ken drink your blood, as I am what you hoomans call a wampire, heheh. Since you are cute and you have le woo'd me, you can stay at mmmy house for the night. With all the benefits included. Whatchya say big boy?"
Although he would not tolerate sleeping with someone as inebriated as this, he was intrigued by the fact that she was something of a vampire, and he was so definitely not going to sleep outside when he was given the chance to sleep inside a house. Keeping that smile on his face, he would nod at her, accepting the nice woman's offer. After that, she spun around on her heel, spinning a full rotation at least once before facing the house right next to them. She would smile and say, "dere it is! Lesh go!"
She would lead him to her house, and would try to unlock the door with her keys. Try being the key word, as it seemed the house was already unlocked. She would open the door and happily walk on in, Apollo following. The instant the bleach blonde man entered the building, the door slammed shut behind him. Just as the duo entered the living room section of the house, the lights suddenly turned on, reavealing a dark skinned man sitting in a leather chair, presumably waiting for the woman. He would then say in the most cliched, foreboding manner ever, "I have been waiting for you, miss Dawn, for you see..... I am a vampire hunter, and your days of tyranny end NOW!"
"Pbbbbbt," the lass would say with a wave of her hand, "I have not hurt a shingle hooman since I bicame a wampire. I-... I only drank blud from bo-... Donrrs. I also drink blud from people hoo threatn me. So, unlesh you want to gib me your bloob, leabe me and hot stuff over here to have fun upstairs, kay? kay."
She would nonchalantly say and start heading upstairs, getting higher up into her house as fast as the man's anger was rising. He would stand up and charge at the woman, his fist glowing a weird glow. Not wanting to see someone that he himself had hurt, and to avoid losing a chance at possible wacky fun later that night, Apollo would summon his stand, Purple Knight, and have it rush the man. The stand intercepts the punch, and would then throw the man against the wall.
With a grunt, the dark skinned man wearing bright flashy clothes that literally screamed 80's would fall to the ground, before lifting himself up. He would spit some blood on the floor before saying, "Well, looks like you must be her lackey or some shit, as you have a stand. I will not allow a vampire to have her way, so have at thee, for I shall slay you t-"
He would say before getting his head punched into the ground, as anger could be seen on Apollo's face. The bleach blonde man would then shouts at him, "I AM NOT A LACKEY OF ANY SORT! I AM FUCKING ROYALTY, I AM A PRINCE, AND I WAS BORN MUCH BETTER THAN PLEBEIAN SCUM LIKE YOU WHO KNOWS NOT THEIR PLACE IN LIFE! SO I, APOLLO LIECE, WILL TEACH YOU YOUR PLACE ALONG WITH MY PARTNER, TYRANT PURPLE!"
Frustrated, the dark skinned man would get up and say with venom seeping into each of his words, "Well, I will have to show you that you are siding with the wrong crowd. For I am the one who walks in the light of day, and fights against the creatures of the night. I am William Smithers, and my stand's name is Men in Black. And seeing as how you are wearing so much clothing, I guess this is checkmate."
Faster than he could blink, Apollo's scarf started tightening around his neck, getting tighter and tighter. He tried moving his arms up, but his clothing was not bending in the way he needed them to. It was as if the man could control fabric with his spiritual partner-... That was the case, since Will said so himself with his self-proclaimed checkmate. Well, two can play this game, as Apollo snapped his fingers and said with a choked voice, "MORONS, ATTACK HIM!"
All of a sudden, eight creatures would seem to form out of the ground, all of them the same height as Apollo but looking like mannequins of sorts. These mannequin like creatures wielded a shield in one arm, and a small short sword in the other, and were wearing bare bone minimum armor. These eight creatures would charge this William Smithers, which broke the concentration of the man, who had to focus his attention on the pawns attacking him. Will easily knocked them all out with punches from his own stand, Men in Black, which looked like a patchwork human being with buttons for eyes, with a tie around its neck.
While Men in Black dealt with the pawns, Apollo was freed from his own clothes' wrath. Having little time, Apollo would quickly take off all of his clothing, including his gold and violet underwear, and without ripping them off. He would throw the clothing at the furthest corner of the room, as William could more than likely control fabrics without even needing to have them be worn. Completely nude, he would call back his Tyrant Purple. William Smithers, after dealing with the pawns, would change his gaze back to Apollo, but only to have his jaw drop at what he was seeing.
Stunned by this complete surprise, Will was not prepared for the smack down he was about to get. Apollo would decide to use an ability that he could only use once, and had an idea to use only recently when he learned about his partner and how to control it. Apollo had Tyrant Purple create eight pawns, two bishops, two knights, and two rooks around William's stand. The miniature stands would start laying the beat down on William's stand, which had an effect on Will himself in a great way. While the fourteen pieces were beating on the stand, Tyrant Purple would slowly stroll towards the group. Just when Tyrant Purple herself arrived, the summoned pieces evaporated into thin air, leaving nothing between the dazed Men in Black and Tyrant Purple.
Tyrant Purple would quickly lift up Men in Black, and land a full power smash attack down into its face at the same time, causing twice as much damage on the final portion of the CHECKMATE Trump Card that Apollo had. The Men in Black stand would go limp as it slammed into the ground, before disappearing. William Smithers, in turn, had also crumpled into the ground, twitching a couple times before he eventually passes away. This was the first life that Apollo had taken himself, and to be honest it was easy and it felt good. It felt better because he saved himself a hot piece of ass for himself upstai-.
"WOOOOOAH!" Dawn would exclaim as she came back downstairs, curious about the racket going on. She would rush on over to the corpse of William Smithers, and then look at Apollo... And at the spot between Apollo's legs. She would say with a giggle, "Well, ain't you a charmer. You got meh something to sober up ta, and a very large dessert there, heheheh."
After winking, Apollo would blush and lie, "Well, it is not anything to be honest. This is just the normal size in my country. You should see the one my father used to have before... Well, I assume he passed away." Being modest is always a nice thing to do when you want to get close to a woman. At least that's what his father used to say.
What he witnessed next kind of shocked him, but at the same time was something he found to be really normal... This woman started draining the blood out of the deceased William, and it seemed that new life was filling the form of Dawn. Afterward, she would take off her hoodie and say to William, "So, you ready to get frisky or do you just want to stand there like the royal doofus you are?"
With a sigh, he would say with a cocky grin, "I'm always ready for anything,"
And with that, there is the conclusion to Apollo's first night in America, where he had to fight a crazy dude who wanted to kill a vampire, and he hooked up with said vampire for the night. And there were three things he learned that night. The first being that vampires were a thing, along with vampire hunters. The second being that Tyrant Purple is something called a stand, according to the deceased William. And third... Americans are fucking bat shit insane.
And a fourth conclusion came to Apollo minutes later... The conclusion that he'll still be a virgin, since Dawn literally passed out on the floor before even making it to her bed.
Apollo had started walking in the night, wandering aimlessly in the moonlight residential area of this city. The temperature slowly dropping, and the man feeling chilly and tired. He wanted to find a place to rest, and was about to consider sleeping on one of the street benches. The ex-prince was not going to degrade himself to ask the people this city to let him sleep in their homes. He'd only go in if they invited him in, and even then they probably would not invite the most trustworthy member of royalty from a now nonexistent kingdom and nation.
By the time he was at his breaking point, a taxi cab stopped a good forty feet in front of him, and out came a very familiar person. It was the woman clad in blue from earlier, and when she hopped out of the taxi, she immediately recognized him. Her reaction was similar, yet very different, as she seemed to close the distance between him almost instantaneously, as if she quite literally flash stepped to his position. She held up Apollo by the neck, almost tripping over her feet, and said in a slurred voice, "Well, lookit wat the cat dragged in. Now, I remember jyu... Jyu pushd me onto the grund, and scraped me face... Now, gimme one goooood reason for m-me to not suck all the blud outta yo body."
Apollo was about to give her the same reason that he gave the taxi driver, but seeing at how that played out, he decided to go a different route with this cute lady. She was wearing a blue hoodie and dark blue pants, with bright blonde and pink hair underneath the hoodie's hood. Her face was rather round, and was accentuated with pale skin and bright light pink eyes. He would smile softly and say with a rather soothing tone, "Now that I get a good look at you, I must say that I am truly sorry to do that to such a dame as yourself. If I was not in such a hurry, I would have rather knocked my own lights out. So please don't suck the blood out of my bo- wait a minute, suck my blood what?"
She would have a dumb grin on her face as she blushed, dropping the man back onto his feet and then say with pride, "yyyyyup! I ken drink your blood, as I am what you hoomans call a wampire, heheh. Since you are cute and you have le woo'd me, you can stay at mmmy house for the night. With all the benefits included. Whatchya say big boy?"
Although he would not tolerate sleeping with someone as inebriated as this, he was intrigued by the fact that she was something of a vampire, and he was so definitely not going to sleep outside when he was given the chance to sleep inside a house. Keeping that smile on his face, he would nod at her, accepting the nice woman's offer. After that, she spun around on her heel, spinning a full rotation at least once before facing the house right next to them. She would smile and say, "dere it is! Lesh go!"
She would lead him to her house, and would try to unlock the door with her keys. Try being the key word, as it seemed the house was already unlocked. She would open the door and happily walk on in, Apollo following. The instant the bleach blonde man entered the building, the door slammed shut behind him. Just as the duo entered the living room section of the house, the lights suddenly turned on, reavealing a dark skinned man sitting in a leather chair, presumably waiting for the woman. He would then say in the most cliched, foreboding manner ever, "I have been waiting for you, miss Dawn, for you see..... I am a vampire hunter, and your days of tyranny end NOW!"
"Pbbbbbt," the lass would say with a wave of her hand, "I have not hurt a shingle hooman since I bicame a wampire. I-... I only drank blud from bo-... Donrrs. I also drink blud from people hoo threatn me. So, unlesh you want to gib me your bloob, leabe me and hot stuff over here to have fun upstairs, kay? kay."
She would nonchalantly say and start heading upstairs, getting higher up into her house as fast as the man's anger was rising. He would stand up and charge at the woman, his fist glowing a weird glow. Not wanting to see someone that he himself had hurt, and to avoid losing a chance at possible wacky fun later that night, Apollo would summon his stand, Purple Knight, and have it rush the man. The stand intercepts the punch, and would then throw the man against the wall.
With a grunt, the dark skinned man wearing bright flashy clothes that literally screamed 80's would fall to the ground, before lifting himself up. He would spit some blood on the floor before saying, "Well, looks like you must be her lackey or some shit, as you have a stand. I will not allow a vampire to have her way, so have at thee, for I shall slay you t-"
He would say before getting his head punched into the ground, as anger could be seen on Apollo's face. The bleach blonde man would then shouts at him, "I AM NOT A LACKEY OF ANY SORT! I AM FUCKING ROYALTY, I AM A PRINCE, AND I WAS BORN MUCH BETTER THAN PLEBEIAN SCUM LIKE YOU WHO KNOWS NOT THEIR PLACE IN LIFE! SO I, APOLLO LIECE, WILL TEACH YOU YOUR PLACE ALONG WITH MY PARTNER, TYRANT PURPLE!"
Frustrated, the dark skinned man would get up and say with venom seeping into each of his words, "Well, I will have to show you that you are siding with the wrong crowd. For I am the one who walks in the light of day, and fights against the creatures of the night. I am William Smithers, and my stand's name is Men in Black. And seeing as how you are wearing so much clothing, I guess this is checkmate."
Faster than he could blink, Apollo's scarf started tightening around his neck, getting tighter and tighter. He tried moving his arms up, but his clothing was not bending in the way he needed them to. It was as if the man could control fabric with his spiritual partner-... That was the case, since Will said so himself with his self-proclaimed checkmate. Well, two can play this game, as Apollo snapped his fingers and said with a choked voice, "MORONS, ATTACK HIM!"
All of a sudden, eight creatures would seem to form out of the ground, all of them the same height as Apollo but looking like mannequins of sorts. These mannequin like creatures wielded a shield in one arm, and a small short sword in the other, and were wearing bare bone minimum armor. These eight creatures would charge this William Smithers, which broke the concentration of the man, who had to focus his attention on the pawns attacking him. Will easily knocked them all out with punches from his own stand, Men in Black, which looked like a patchwork human being with buttons for eyes, with a tie around its neck.
While Men in Black dealt with the pawns, Apollo was freed from his own clothes' wrath. Having little time, Apollo would quickly take off all of his clothing, including his gold and violet underwear, and without ripping them off. He would throw the clothing at the furthest corner of the room, as William could more than likely control fabrics without even needing to have them be worn. Completely nude, he would call back his Tyrant Purple. William Smithers, after dealing with the pawns, would change his gaze back to Apollo, but only to have his jaw drop at what he was seeing.
Stunned by this complete surprise, Will was not prepared for the smack down he was about to get. Apollo would decide to use an ability that he could only use once, and had an idea to use only recently when he learned about his partner and how to control it. Apollo had Tyrant Purple create eight pawns, two bishops, two knights, and two rooks around William's stand. The miniature stands would start laying the beat down on William's stand, which had an effect on Will himself in a great way. While the fourteen pieces were beating on the stand, Tyrant Purple would slowly stroll towards the group. Just when Tyrant Purple herself arrived, the summoned pieces evaporated into thin air, leaving nothing between the dazed Men in Black and Tyrant Purple.
Tyrant Purple would quickly lift up Men in Black, and land a full power smash attack down into its face at the same time, causing twice as much damage on the final portion of the CHECKMATE Trump Card that Apollo had. The Men in Black stand would go limp as it slammed into the ground, before disappearing. William Smithers, in turn, had also crumpled into the ground, twitching a couple times before he eventually passes away. This was the first life that Apollo had taken himself, and to be honest it was easy and it felt good. It felt better because he saved himself a hot piece of ass for himself upstai-.
"WOOOOOAH!" Dawn would exclaim as she came back downstairs, curious about the racket going on. She would rush on over to the corpse of William Smithers, and then look at Apollo... And at the spot between Apollo's legs. She would say with a giggle, "Well, ain't you a charmer. You got meh something to sober up ta, and a very large dessert there, heheheh."
After winking, Apollo would blush and lie, "Well, it is not anything to be honest. This is just the normal size in my country. You should see the one my father used to have before... Well, I assume he passed away." Being modest is always a nice thing to do when you want to get close to a woman. At least that's what his father used to say.
What he witnessed next kind of shocked him, but at the same time was something he found to be really normal... This woman started draining the blood out of the deceased William, and it seemed that new life was filling the form of Dawn. Afterward, she would take off her hoodie and say to William, "So, you ready to get frisky or do you just want to stand there like the royal doofus you are?"
With a sigh, he would say with a cocky grin, "I'm always ready for anything,"
And with that, there is the conclusion to Apollo's first night in America, where he had to fight a crazy dude who wanted to kill a vampire, and he hooked up with said vampire for the night. And there were three things he learned that night. The first being that vampires were a thing, along with vampire hunters. The second being that Tyrant Purple is something called a stand, according to the deceased William. And third... Americans are fucking bat shit insane.
And a fourth conclusion came to Apollo minutes later... The conclusion that he'll still be a virgin, since Dawn literally passed out on the floor before even making it to her bed.
