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 Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2022 9:30 am
[size=20][align=center]Now, forget all this. this is old information. Read it if you want, but what I suggest, is that you go and watch MMVII and read the comic. It's soooo obvious now.
I can't believe I was right. Wowza.
NOTE: [strike]It does NOT necessarily mean that he is blood related!
There are endless possibilities.
He could be adopted, etc... read through this thread for some of the great thoughts![/strike]
Okay, forget that. Read the last quotation. It PROVES [practically] that Ian is a VH! I laugh, now![/align][/size]
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Okay-- this is definitely weird. You know the page where the bars show how many are supporting each side? You know how there are The 3 wallpapers?
There's Vlad, Louie, and... Ian?! Yes, Ian, you heard me right.
That struck me as odd. Why would Ian be in a page with Wallpapers of the 2 Von Helsons? So, I check out the wallies. First Louie, yeah, he's cool looking, and has pretty writing for his name, then checked out Vladimir... ooh, yeah, he's looking cool, with the same pretty writing, then...Ian. Just Ian... with the same pretty writing?! And no last name!?
And Ian's last name was never declared at his trial, so... that got me thinking. Is a Ian a Von Helson? He's in their group of pictures, with coincidentally the same writing, and no last name... I sense a conspiracy!
Either that or I'm just insane. Either one.
So, everyone, what do you think? Von Helson or not? Or just jumping to a stupid conclusion?
OH! Something I noticed...
You know when you talk to Edmund in his store, well, he says, "One guy refused to pay once. He works in Barton town now." Of course, he's talking about Ian. And this plot it's Edmund vs. the Von Helson's. Which, if Ian WERE a Von Helson, would make sense... because he's on Edmund's bad side. And so are the sisters, for some apparent reason.. *coughtheyarevampirescough* Just thought you should know.
And don't forget -- Gaia ALWAYS makes things like these. Plot twists like this and such.
And Vladimir DOES seem like the type that would own a talking cat, passed through generations.[/align][/size]
[quote="Rokkr"]I don't recall Ian acting like he knew the Von Helsons when the twins came around.
He HAS mentioned pressure to do well having something to do with his family during the trial.[/quote]
[size=9][align=right]Probably didn't WANT to remember them... what happened if YOU wanted to run away from the "pressure" of your family? You wouldn't want to make it obvious you remember...[/align][/size]
[quote="Rampage! At the Brothel"]
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Admins stated that his last name was important to the plot, so that's almost definite.[/u][/i][/color][/size][/align]
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[size=9][align=right]OH HO! There's some juicy information![/align][/size]
[quote="Tryna Lia"]
Didn't Gambino kick Ian off his island too? Maybe he found out who Ian really was.
AND Ian seems to dislike the Gambinos, and the Von Helsons aren't too fond of them either...[/quote]
[size=9][align=right]Well, isn't that nice and true. [ Well, not sure, but I thought I heard something about him being kicked off... ][/align][/size]
[quote="Lanzier"]Ian is supposed to have come from a long line of shopkeepers, each having his own talking cat. However, maybe that family adopted him, and he's unknowingly a Von Helson(as much as I hate to admit it.)[/quote]
[size=9][align=right]Exactly! And isn't Ian the type to find out from his pet cat that he was adopted? Can't you picture that?[/align][/size]
[quote="Dannille"][quote]
The premise of MMVII is that the once peaceful world of Gaia is on the brink of unavoidable chaos. An age-old prophecy has begun to materialize, filling all who know of it with a sense of impending doom. [b]Louie Von Helson - the heir to Gaia's most powerful vampire coven - is sent on a murder mission by his father, Vladimir Von Helson. The target, his brother.[/b] Louie sets out into the night but the darkness hold unexpected distractions. At war with his birthright and the world, Louie must determine the lives of millions. As the prophecy descends upon Gaia, some take to the shadows, and some to the light.[/quote]
That sounds about right.
No other Von Helson boy has been mentioned.[/quote]
[size=9][align=right]GENIUS! So, what have you got to say about this hefty piece of pure information?! HUH? It's practically won now.
[Well, okay people. So far, who I've known to have been shot as of late, is Edmund and Ian. Edmund, we known, has about the chance of a flea being Louie's brother. And Ian? Well, so much information is crawling in, it's pointing more and more towards Ian being a Von Helson. This would make sense- even before I stated maybe Ian could also have something to do with the heir to the VH fortune- and doesn't this sum it up? I'm saying, Louie didn't FINISH the job... shouldn't Ian've DIED? So, Louie goes out again to kill him, ENSURE he will be the only heir to the throne. I'm not saying this is solid proof, I mean, in my mind, it's been made up that he IS a VH. That's all.][/align][/size]
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MORE INFORMATION!
Well, they did say his name was crucial to the plot, so, why ELSE would he be there, in the event wallpapers section? Is he related to Edmund? I wouldn't think so, because they never said HIS last name...
It's quite obvious. He's either a Gambino or a Von Helson, because as far as I'm concerned, they are the only really [u]crucial[/u] people apart of plots that have revealed their last names.
Even MORE Information!
Or he was an illegitimate child [or SOMETHING that Vlad didn't want or whatever reason], and Vladimir didn't want that known, so he gave him to another family, (RUFUS') and had told them not to tell anyone. So Ian believes he is part of that family, without realizing his TRUE last name is Von Helson, which would make his last name important.
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[align=center]ANOTHER NOTE: [strike]I know, it's true. He could also be a Gambino, even I thought that at the start, BUT- this is the "Is he a Von Helson" thread, not "Is he a Gambino" thread. REMEMBER THAT! D: AND, isn't this plot focused on the VON HELSONS, not Gambinos.[/strike] Nevermind. I am COMPLETELY certain he is a Von Helson now. [/align]
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2022 9:36 am
Daisicle Yes, if this was his first time seeing a harpy, he'd better believe that slim muscle tone and flat stomach was tasty for the eyes. Or maybe OP just likes muscles and that's her opinion.
She tilted her head with a bit of confusion evident in her expression as he took her hand and returned. "I am Mo-- Kalina." That's right, she was supposed to use the fancy name with strangers. "Nice to meet you."
Ah Star Grove ... Never heard of it.
She perked up at food - Mossy loved food! "Yes please!" Irish Night Fox He might now have an affinity for it, let me tell you what. The OP might just be right. At least he’d like to give it a shot, see what that flavor is like.
“Kalina.” He repeated. Ah, yes, lovely for one such as her. “The pleasure is all mine.” He let go of her hand, noting her unresponsive nature towards him- until the mention of food. Alright, so she was that kind of gal huh?
“Wonderful.” He motioned for her to follow him. “Tell me, do you have some favorites I could possibly pull together for you?” He started wracking his brain for what they even had on hand. He feed her like a Queen, dang it. Daisicle Mossy let her hand return to her side and followed after as he began to head off. Her favorite foods? She brought a finger to her cheek and glanced upwards as she thought aloud. "I like venison and boar and chicken and fish and rabbit and quail and cookies!" The end Irish Night Fox Buster counted on his fingers the number of things she listed. Hmm he definitely didn't have a few of those items, but he was sure he could scrounge up some of the others. He nodded and didn't drop the smile, "You're in luck." he pushed open the door to where she'd be staying and offered her the comfort of a chair next to a small table. It was a single room furnished with a plush looking bed, wooden dresser, wash basin, the table and two chairs. Simple, but effective.
"Please, make yourself at home and I will retrieve your meal." he then scurried out as quick as he could. He had some work ahead of him.
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Thank goodness he and his brother hadn't gone through everything they had at last night's party. He chuckled to himself, reminiscing about it. It was no wonder this place still stood after one of Buster and Buddy's famous rallies.
He had a platter on hand covered with food. Some meat, fish, fruit, nuts, and other odds and ends he had managed to find. He knocked quickly before pushing his way in, flashing the mighty meal before her, "I have returned and it is time to eat!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2022 9:37 am
Daisicle Woooooooow, the trees here were so different than home - Mossy was far more mystified by them than the male in front of her. Her attention snapped back when he stopped in front of a building at opened a door. She... still wasn't great with buildings (The Venus Resort didn't count - that was practically a giant tree in the mountains anyways!)... but she took a breath and only hesitated to look at him for a second before coming in.
She looked around as he spoke to her, and she responded with a, "Okaaaaay..."
This place had a room similar to what she'd seen at Las Venus, but much, much smaller. Much more cramped. More claustrophobic. Mossy didn't like that - not enough ways to fly away. Sad. But this seemed to be the nice male being nice, and Mossy was a good harpy, so she'd be nice too.
She just needed to make a few changes...
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When Buster returned, he'd see Mossy had torn up all the bedding to reshape it into a makeshift "nest" atop the bed's mattress, which she was currently curled up in. She popped her head up upon hearing the knock, and her eyes lit up at the sight of food. "Eating time?!" She grinned and left her nest to quickly come closer. "Ohhhh! It looks good - like at the Venus Resort!!" Irish Night Fox T-this was not what he had expected to come back to.
He blinked a couple times, juggling the platter in shock. Thankfully everything stayed together and he didn't lose anything. He cleared his throat in an attempt to clear the shock off his face. He couldn't say anything since he and his brother weren't the most tidy... especially when it came to their parties, but even so he at least had the excuse that he was usually drunk in those. As far as he knew this lady wasn't...?
"I-uh- Yeah eating time." he set the tray down for her, unable to take his eyes off the bed, "I see you... rearranged?" Guess as long as she was comfortable? How was that comfortable? Daisicle Mossy nodded at his observation as she continued to approach. "Yes! I made it comfy - I like the blankets a lot. They're not as nice as the Venus Resort, but still soft. Have you been there? It's very nice!" She reached forward to pluck a piece of meat (of course she went for meat first) from the tray and tossed it into her mouth, then let out a little squeal of delight. "Oooooh~ What is this~?" Irish Night Fox “Can’t say I have been.” He said, scratching the back of his neck. Well, at least she was happy, right? He glanced once more and decided after she left he’d just find a way to trick his brother into cleaning-
He was pulled from his thoughts by her question, “Ah, that is called sausage. Came from one of the towns we trade with.” He plucked something else from the tray and offered it with a smug smile, “Try this one. It has some interesting herbs mixed with it.”
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2022 5:55 pm
Daisicle A minor shiver went up Mossy's spine as she realized OP was writing this response kinda tipsy, but she ignored it and continue on with her life.
"Sausage??" Mossy was still smiling as she chewed on the meat before returning. "I like it! It's really good!" At the offered piece, she paused for only a moment before leaning forward and eating it right from his fingers. When she pulled back, she hummed happily. "Mmm~ So tastey~~~" Irish Night Fox Oh no… oh no. Dang Buster’s imagination ran wild and his hopes rose again. He’d been distracted by the room, but now all eyes were back on the lovely female before her and his hopes from before, “I am glad you enjoy it. I have found the last bit we have in the village so please enjoy.” He grinned.
“Better yet, what about dinner in bed?” He suggested, picking his way over to the ‘nest’ she had made. “Rest and enjoy yourself. You’re our guest.” he plucked some more off the platter for her. Daisicle Dinner in the nest?! What a rare luxury! Saira got grumpy whenever Mossy brought her snacks into her nest like that, as it encouraged the little forest critters to make little nests themselves nearby. Though honestly, she didn't understand the problem - those little mice and bids made delightful little snacks in their own right.
She watched him move a ways away before nodding and quickly scurrying after him, pausing for a moment before practically jumping back into her messy pile of blankets.
Once comfy again, she mozied closer to him while on all fours and leaned forward, mouth opened, as she signaled for him to resume the snackie snacks. Irish Night Fox Buster choked at her reaction, clearing his throat to keep himself calmed down. She acted so nonchalant about her actions! Was she really that smooth!? Well she as sure as heck was driving him insane. He had to keep his hope in check as he plucked out the best meats on the platter for her. He would make her feel freaking pampered dang it.
And the writer would slowly die as this continues.
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2022 5:56 pm
Daisicle Well, over the course of the night, the snackies continued. Then this and that happened, and sure enough, they ended up working out and working off those calories considerably into the next day. Flying high and low, rocking the boat and making waves, what have you.
It became pretty evident pretty quickly that this 'innocent little bird' had picked up some effective tricks at some point.
Fast forward to the next morning and Mossy felt that all her stress from the previous day has melted away. She yawned and stretched her wings, then popped out of what remained of her nest to prepare for the flight home. While she didn't exactly go out of her way to be quiet, she also didn't do anything to expressly disturb the bright yellow figure very likely sleeping nearby. Irish Night Fox The only way he could have slept in the mess she called a ‘nest’ was by being absolutely exhausted. Guess he had been right in that this female knew exactly what she had been doing to him the whole lead up.
He only woke as something shook him awake. Groggy eyes blinked as her figure came into view as she got herself out of bed. He smirked to himself before quickly rubbing away the sleep, “Can I get you some breakfast?” He asked with a grin, “I can only imagine you’re as hungry as I am.” With all the self proclaimed pride that came with it. He was a mess. Daisicle Mossy looked over at him with a rather pleasant smile as he stirred awake. "Oh, hello. I'm not hungry - I'll eat when I get home. Thank you!" The last night had been refreshing, not particularly strenuous in any case. "I'm gonna fly out soon." She ruffled her wings for effect. Irish Night Fox She... wasn't just ravished? He brushed the thought away, climbing out of bed. "Ah, I see that. Well, I am glad you stopped in for the night." He moved some stuff out of her way, getting the door for her, "It was a rather nice night." he chuckled with a grin at her. "You're welcome back any time if you're looking for another."
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2022 5:56 pm
Daisicle Oh, that was nice of him to get the door. "It was nice and refreshing!" She agreed - what a good way to get rid of her stress. Walking outside, she turned to look back at him with a smile. "No thanks - I feel better now." And it hadn't been good enough for her to go out of her way to come back for that, and neither was he personally. Irish Night Fox He blinked a couple times. Nice and refreshing? But apparently not enough to come back? All the charm fell away as he blurted out, "It wasn't good enough?" he couldn't even scramble to slap the charm back on. He felt like he was slowly dying inside. B-but he thought it was been pretty well darn and good. Ok better than good... He'd admit it it was probably the best ever! How was she acting so nonchalant about this!? Obviously she was playing hard to get- yes yes. That was it! Daisicle Mossy tilted her head, a certain cluelessness clearly evident in her features. It would be obvious it wasn't an act or her being coy either - she was truly confused. Then, with zero malice in her tone, she continued. "The snackies were really good, but I like Breeheart cookies better. You should try some!" Irish Night Fox An arrow through the chest!! He felt relieved but hecc'n confused now too. Ok so she had been talking about the food, not the uh, other stuff... but at the same time why wasn't she talking about it!? "That's great, maybe one day." he started to wring his hands together. "I mean... the uh... night together." he rubbed the back of his neck, but cleared his throat to once again play it smooth and like he wasn't having anxiety over this. "If you ever need a night time romp in the 'nest' you know where to find me."
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Posted: Wed Jul 13, 2022 5:57 pm
Daisicle "Oh. Oh!" Lightbulb moment. She smiled brightly as she continued, oblivious to the incoming effect on his pride. "No thank you! It helped me sleep, but it wasn't fun. No tinglies in my tummy like the other times."
"I'd rather just sleep at home." Irish Night Fox Buster felt like she had just punched him in the gut multiple times, "Not... fun?" He could feel the color drain out of his face and one internal thought my brother must never know. But also... just... wow did it deflate a man's pride. Especially to hear it side by side with like the other times.
So where he'd had the best night of his life, she had been sitting there comparing it to others and he had been found wanting. It felt like his whole world had just been turned upside down. He was ashamed and embarrassed. "Alright, well." he fumbled leading the way out of the room. He couldn't even look her in the face. "Have a safe flight back."
He'd have to make sure something like this never happened again. Daisicle "Okay!" Mossy beamed, unaware she'd just killed a man's pride with a few simple words. She turned around to wave as she left the house and gave a small, "Bye bye!" before giving her powerful wings a couple of test flaps and then taking off.
Never did she think she might see him again.
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