Zero Gravity (Closed to Entei; Invite Only)

Entei took the lashing from Uzma, containing his inner happiness. Honestly, he was just glad to be with her again. After three years apart from her, he yearned for her company more than he would ever admit, and some nights, it even almost drove him to quitting the training. Regardless, he was here with her now, and that was all that mattered to him. Even if he did have to put up with her sassy lecturing. The kiss on the cheek sure didn't hurt either.

'Well, I don't know how much of family I would call them quite yet..' Entei thought inside his head as Anna came into the cockpit to tell them they would be landing soon. A smile crept onto Michael's face as he felt Uzma's hand tighten around his own. Somehow, the Aegis of the Earth, who could fly on her own, was afraid of flying in a plane it seemed. Oh the irony. He squeezed back, reassuring her that he wouldn't let anything happen to her, and throwing her a small smile. His own mind drifted off as the plane made it's final descent, thinking upon what his sister would be like, how much family he'd actually have, and anything and everything that could possibly go wrong with this meeting. Although he himself could not fly, and he had been on planes very few times in his life, he had no fear of the plane exploding, or something going wrong. He was completely at peace as the tires touched down on tarmac, and the 'Unfasten your seat belt' lights came on.

"Come on, let's go." He said softly to Uzma, holding the girls hand firmly, and leading her off the plane. As he stepped into the outside world, he was surprised to see snow falling from the sky. Having grown up in California, and only spending a brief time in London during the summer and fall, he had never once seen snow in his life. For a moment, he was taken on by a childish sense of wonder, watching the frozen molecules of water falling from the sky softly, before landing on the ground, on the plane, on his own hair, and even on Uzma. Had he not been addressed as 'prince', he might have stayed there for a good moment. Looking over at the woman next to him, he realized something. It was very cold out.

Entei himself never felt cold, his inner fire keeping him warm and toasty even in the coldest of climates. On top of that, he was wearing aa jacket. Uzma, however, was wearing nothing of the sort, having dressed for the warmer climates of L.A. where they had departed from. In a quick motion, he removed his jacket, and threw it over the girls shoulder, before pulling her close into him. He ignited himself, creating a small amount of heat for the girl, and basically acting as a human, well half human, heater. As he walked with Uzma, steam bellowed from where he stepped onto the small patches of snow, giving the duo a more cinematic intro than otherwise would have happened.

The maid introduced herself, and helped the two into the vehicle, and like that, they were off, heading towards Entei's family.

"I'm in high school, senior year, and trying to get into college." he said as the conversation shifted to his schooling. He was starting to regret mentioning that he had been studying on Halloween. Should have lied or something. "You know, I don't think Bliss of all people would be willing to be a teacher for me. Is she even qualified to be a teacher? Besides, I started working on this before I even met you." he said, then started worrying that didn't sound all that nice, even though he was responding to something that wasn't all that nice either. He was also trying not to laugh.

He honestly would love being with her more often, but things that had to be done prevented it. Uhh, stupid schedule and life things. Why do you have to be so annoying? At the very least he got to be here, today, with her. It made up for the not so good stuff that's happened lately. More than made up for it in fact. "Thanks. I'm proud of myself too." he said and laughed a bit at a joke that really wasn't that funny.

Aaron was the first to step out of the vehicle, catching the keys with little effort. ”Nice catch.” Brandon noted with a chuckle, Aaron rolling his eyes and looking down to the set of keys.

”Yes, I caught a set of keys. I am a paragon of martial prowess.” Aaron would note with a sigh, simply playing around with the keys now. They had come here along with their dad, leaving everyone’s favorite Irishman and twins from the future behind. His twin however had stepped out, showing contrast between the two in multiple ways. As Aaron was smaller, and more formal in clothing choice, Brandon was built and casual. A businessman and a surfer boy standing side by side, and their attitudes even reflected that. The trip for the two had felt like a while, but then again they both had their ways of keeping amused.

”You have that right.” An extra male had noted, making Aaron remember that an extra had come along, by the name of Travis Masters. He seemed to be a friend of the future son of Brandon’s by the same name, but it seemed he had no problem becoming Brandon’s friend as well, with that charisma he so seemed to ooze. Still, for a human he sure seemed to have an easy enough protection against any mental probing.

The elder twin’s eyes would follow after Nathanial for a moment, before returning his attention to Brandon. ”Our family I guess.” He would chuckle, shrugging before finding himself being referred to by someone. ”My time abroad? It was good actually, I learned quite a bit. Brandon however, just seemed to focus on punching werewolves.”

”Hey, more than just werewolves.” Brandon snapped with a smirk, causing Aaron to roll his eyes as the female would invite them to follow.

”It’s werewolves now? I could have sworn it was…” However before he could finish that statement, he found himself being silenced by a rather harsh shush from Brandon, though one could tell from his expression he was joking.

With the female that was with them, they would do just that, ascending the steps not too far behind. ”Wow, this place is pretty nice. Might be better than our old place.”

”Don’t let mom hear that. She might lose her mind.” One could say they were getting lost amongst their own banter and they might have been right.

Michael raised an eyebrow curiously at the sudden change of attitude in his strange alien girlfriend. It was almost as if the cold, or some strange, outside force had made her, well, drunk? But, that couldn't be right. It must have been the excitement at meeting her lover's family, or at the free trip to Italy, or maybe even at the grandiose manor that was laid out in front of them. Yea, that had to be it. Regardless of the reason, Michael pulled her closer into him, nodding and smiling at her inane rambling about having fire powers like Entei. Though, he had to admit, it would make their relationship much hotter.

"Jesus.." He muttered softly to himself as the manor really came into view. From the airstrip, he could see it rather clearly with his inhuman sight, but now, up close, it seemed much more grand. It was like one of those houses he had always walked by in L.A. and dreamed that he could get into, and live in, if only for a night. Now, however, it was his estranged sister that owned the home, and he was being invited in. Today was indeed going to be a good day for Michael and Uzma.  Had Michael not been so enamored with the building in front of him, he may have noticed the six foot five man booking it towards him. Hell, he probably could have avoided being grabbed. That, however, was not the case.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" Entei roared as he felt his body suddenly being thrust upwards, and away  from Uzma. Out of pure instinct, he released his demon form. The flaming blue horns, enlonged canines, feral eyes, and ignition of his tail all happened instantaneously, and he let out a low roar inside his chest. The problem? He had left his Kurikara blade in his luggage, assuming he wouldn't need such a thing while visiting his  sister.

"Now, don't be alarmed kiddo, but we're overlooking the Thrones Manor right now," A voice had said from above Michael.

'Kiddo? You don't call strangers kiddo generally..' Entei thought in his head before responding. "Hey, that's cool and all." He said, his eyes opening wide at the sudden realization of how high in the air they were. "But uh... if we don't get to the ground soon, one of us is gonna start freakin' out. I'm not saying it's going to be...but, it's probably going to be me."

John took another sip from his cup of hot chocolate. It was so cold out. Why did it have to be so cold? "I'm actually aiming to get a degree in-" the rest of his words were drown out by the commotion that came right at that moment. He was about to tell them what he had been studying for, but it would not be happening. The obvious sound of a vehicle driving up could be heard right outside. Whomever it was that was arriving had Tyuki exciting as she simply freaked and nearly pulled his shoulder out of the socket as she took off to greet the people that were arriving.

"Ow." he said barely audibly as he massaged his shoulder while they walked out of the kitchen to also greet the arriving guests. The guests consisted of a woman and three men. None of which were people he was familar with. Chelle greeted the guests and told them they should refrain from cursing. It was something that made John mouth the F word behind her back purely for the amusement of it while he gave them all a small wave.

The one least expecting the hug was Brandon, and that resulted in him nearly being thrown off of his feet, but luckily that did not happen, so instead he just wobbled a bit before regaining footing. The pop star would snuggle into them, making some kind of sandwich, and the third wheel stood back with a smirk playing along his lips, chuckling softly to himself. ”Yeah, its been way to long.” Aaron would say in agreement, nodding a couple of times trying to remember the last time he had seen his friend, as well as now family member. Something told him his mother would have loved to be here, but it was likely she was busy with other matters. Not that he wasn’t expecting her to appear when the time came, as she so often loved doing.

”You were right, your family is interesting.” Travis would say loud enough for Brandon to hear, the male turning to him and nodding.

”Yupp, we’re all pretty cool.” Brandon said in agreement, a vibration in his pocket alerting him of a text as he dug the phone out and quickly typed a response. Travis however was still finding himself somewhat wary of a few people here, even though he had a feeling he should not have been. Then again, everyone has their secrets, and that included him. In the end however all of it was interesting to some extent, even if it was not terribly so. Adding to the excitement was the return of Nathanial, though he also said something about a new addition to the family. Travis turned along with the Hale twins, raising a single eyebrow in what could call piqued interest, though the reason was beyond simply curiosity. Behind a perfect mask of calm, and poise was shock.

”Well now, the plot thickens.” He thought to himself trying not to smirk in a self satisfied manner, and doing a damn good job.

”So, whats this guy to me? Like a brother, cousin, uncle twice removed on my fathers side?” Brandon found himself asking in an almost joking manner.

Michael let out a large sigh of relief as his feet once again touched down on solid ground. Gently, he brushed himself off, patting out what wrinkles he could of his black t-shirt, and faded, torn jeans. He had not quite expected the manor to be so... damn fancy, as he would put it. Not only that, but, he cocked his head to the side as his finally took note of his sister. She was, for lack of a better word, gorgeous. Had this been any other circumstance, and had he not already had Uzma, he would not have made a move on her. She was just, too perfect, in a way. She was the kind of beautiful that intimidated men. Raising an eyebrow in interest, he silently wondered why she got all the looks, and apparently brains, judging by the size of the manor, and he was left as some half demon hybrid. But, those were thoughts for another time, and probably best left to a licensed therapist to deal with.

"Introducing, Michael Krieger. The newest addition to our family." As his, apparently older brother, hit him on the back, Michael quickly realized how strong the man was. It made sense though, a half angel, half  demon. He had all the best traits of Michael, without the downsides of being human. When Michael heard the small roaring of a fire, and cocked his head to the side to see what it was, a small smile crept onto his face.

'Well, at least  my powers make more sense now..' He thought to himself, as he watched Nate light the cigarette with his own hand.  Looking at his own hands, he realized he was still in his own demon form, and quickly began patting himself, desperately  trying to put out the fire. With all the excitement of the night,  he had forgotten that he had complete control of his powers. With a nervous laugh, and sheepish rub of the back of his head, he extinguished them, his tail hanging low, making his embarrassment quite obvious.

"Er, yea.." he began, taking another look at the rather large gathering that had surrounded him in a very short amount of time, desperately wishing that Uzma would come to his  side. "I'm uh...I'm Michael Krieger, I guess I'm your youngest brother." He said, gesturing towards Chelle. "I uh..I would have dressed up more, had I known how...uh...formal, this place was."

Swallowing hard, Michael took another look around. The house was, indeed, formal. Almost sickeningly so. These people had serious money, and they certainly were not afraid to flaunt it.

"So um...who are the other four then?" Michael asked, thumbing to the peanut gallery that had assembled where Tyuki had hug attacked her cousins. "More relatives of mine?"

"Yeah we're your family! I'm your niece and these are your nephews!" Starting off strong, Tyuki oogled at Uzma's hair for another few moments and then laced one arm around of Brandon, and another one around of Aaron. She grinned with a lot of excitement before having a 'd'oh!' moment. She smacked herself on the forehead with the butt of her palm and shook her head.

"Oh my gosh. Hahaha! I'm so dumb. My name is Tyuki! Tyuki Gold! This is Brandon and Aaron Hale! They're Nate's sons! So they are technically my cousins, or uncles? Or something. I don't remember. It's really weird. I'm not really old at all. I'm barely twenty. Ohhh and this is John," Tyuki bounced over to her handsome boyfriend and snuggled into his side with both of her arms linked around of his waist. She pecked his cheek and grinned with her nose pressed into his jawline afterward.

"You already met Nathaniel," pointing as she spoke, Nate gave a shallow wave from Michael's far left. Nate had stepped aside to light a cigarette as to not have it blow into other peoples faces.

Thinking to herself for a moment, she looked to Brandon and Aaron, and their new friend. She did not know his name, but he was dashing. "This guy is uh... psst, what's your name?" she asked as she bounced back over to Brandon, Aaron, and Travis. As soon as he introduced himself, she squeed loudly and did a twirl.

"Awesome! Oh oh! We have to go use the in door pool! Or or!! Ooooh.. let's make the chef cook something really hard!" Tyuki grabbed John by the hand and started to drag him off.

"See you Uncle Michael, and cool chick with the hair!" Tyuki finally bounded off, Nathaniel wandering after her after clapping Michael on the back.

"Kid, I hope you can learn fast." With the clove cigarette hanging from his lips lazily, Nate chuckled as he walked off after Tyuki and the gang of misfit children, his sons included.

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Uzma was standing a bit dumbfounded by everything. She just kind of stood aside, staying quiet. She looked to Michael and noticed a look on his face that seemed to be crying out 'please, for the love of GOD, help me!' Uzma took a chance between Tyuki's bouncing around to make it to Michael's side. She felt so out of place. Not just because of her skin color. She could give two shits about that. It had nothing to do with that, or even the fact that she was an alien dating a demon. It had to do with how beautiful this family was. How... diverse it was. None of their personalities were even remotely the same. Uzma felt a little bit at home here, but still out of place at the same time. She was new. She was the fresh meat that was also attached to another piece of fresh meat.

Biting on her lower lip, she sucked on the flesh absentmindedly as she zoned out. It wasn't until the room cleared and it was just herself, Michael, and his older sister that she realized her lip was bleeding.

"Ah... now that everyone is gone," she started, the bang of the heavy front doors closing at the hands of two butlers sending a resonating echo throughout the hall. Smiling, she looked to Uzma and sniffed the air gently.

"You... are not a human." she started, her smile softening. "I was a bit worried that you would have been a fragile human girl. It seems to me that you are not."

"I-err... I'm-- you can tell I'm not human based on what exactly, lady?" Uzma raised a brow, her hip cocking to show how much sass she had building up during her long silence.

"You're bleeding." Chelle said, glancing to Michael then back to Uzma. "Rosalina, please take Madame Williams to the suite she will be sharing with my baby brother. She'll be treated as if she were in my shoes. She is soon to be royalty in this household, afterall." cooing gently, Chelle waved Uzma off with Rosalina.

"Wait just a DAAAMN minute. You think I'm just going to go? I won't be treated like secondhand trash!" Uzma stomped her foot in anger, her arms crossing to show how upset she was. Rosalina cleared her throat and bowed. "My lady, I must escort you to your room. The Queen has commanded me to be your servant for as long as you are here. Did you not just hear?" Rosalina kept her bow deep and formal until Uzma eased up her stance and willfully went with her. "You better not keep him long. I have a few questions my self!" Stomping off after Rosalina, Uzma took one more glance back at Michael. Boy, what did he get her into now?

"Now... I'm sure you have a few questions," she started, giving Michael a chance to speak finally.

John could see that this was a lot like a family reunion, except some of these relatives had never even met before. The guy that was getting introduced to the rest of his family looked completely lost, and the woman that came with him looked even more so. John couldn't blame either one of them though. He was honestly feeling the same way. Why did he agree to this again? Somebody needs to learn how to say no. Maybe later. At least they weren't all standing around and taking turns introducing themselves one by one. At least not for too long. Eventually the various guests disassembled and went off to do other things.


((Exiting thread (Even though I was barely in it to begin with))

"A few questions?" Entei let out a small laugh, running a hand through his hair, and looking around the manor once more. "Yea, I guess that's one way to say it."

As the luggage of Entei's and Uzma began to work its way into the great halls, presumably by one of Chelle's many butlers, Michael stopped it. Digging around in his suit case, he pulled out his kurikara blade, gripping the cold wood of the handle tightly.

"First off," He began, moving in front of his sister, cocking his head slightly to the side. "Why did you not look for me? I've been on my own for over a year, and nothing. Not even a call to tell me I have some family, and a place to stay if I needed it. I had to literally go to hell to find out not only do I have a sister and a brother, but, they're also insanely wealthy. Oh, and my sister is the queen of an entire dimension of demons, and I am a prince. You didn't think that this was information that a sixteen year old boy would have liked to know?"

He let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose with his pointer finger and thumb. A million thoughts were running through his head, a million things he wanted to say, a million things he wanted to call his sister. But at that moment, he was having a hard time holding onto his anger. After being alone for so long, it was almost comforting just to know he had family, and that he wasn't the only one like himself.

"All my life, I've been alone. Sure I had friends, and sure, I had family. But.. no one was ever like me. I've always been stronger than the other kids, faster, could see things they couldn't..." He clenched his sword tighter, a single tear running down his face. In a quick movement, he wrapped his arms around Chelle and pulled her into a tight hug. "I'm just glad I found you."

Michael let go off the hug, his free hand rubbing his eye gently, trying to pretend he hadn't just cried slightly. He was so overwhelmed with emotion, with feeling. He wondered, silently to himself, if this was what it was truly like to have a family. He had always thought of Father Krieger as his own dad, even if he was adopted, and this didn't change that. But, the fact that Chelle and he were from the same blood, shared the same lineage, it made him feel.. good. In a way he hadn't felt before.

"Yes, I would like to hear that." he responded, loosening his grip on his blade. He hadn't grabbed it as a way to threaten Chelle, but, more as something that made him feel safer, more comfortable. His cerulean blue eyes focused onto her, an inquisitive look inside of them. "I've honestly been wondering ever since I heard about you."

Michael raised an eyebrow in interest at the strange request of his sister. He had seen in Tv shows, and read in books in how families interacted. Never once, however, had they made it known to him that sisters would challenge you to a spar. Then again, maybe this was just how demonic royalty acted. Grabbing his handle with his free hand, Entei retched the blade from it's prison, his powers kicking into life.

Fire began to pour out from inside of his sheath, spreading over his body as the sheath itself melted into fire and joined the mass of flame. The fur on the tip of his tail ignited, and began sending sparks of blue flames into the air. His canines enlarged and spiked farther, the blacks of his eyes become a deep blood red, and the horns on his head appeared once more, in all their blazing glory.

He pointed his sword casually at Chelle, the steel coated in cerulean flames. In a final flash of fire, bone like wings erupted from his back, flames dripping off of them like molten lava.

"I mean, I think I am." He admited, giving his sword a showy flourish, fire following its arc. "I can't exactly hold back with my powers though, so, I hope you're ready."