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Current Brain go brzt
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Got finals next week if I don’t post it’s because I am probably in my hole praying to the cosmos I pass
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6 mos ago
Your brain is toasty on col medicine
6 mos ago
Man big changes are going on in 2024 I am hoping the good outweighs the bad fingers crossed
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6 mos ago
When corporate gives you pizza instead of money x.X
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I am a package handler at one of the many different package shipping services so the hours of 4pm to about 9pm PST I’m busy working and making that sweet sweet cheddar.

I have been a part of the role playing community for several years now, I think it’s somewhere in the teens. Not entirely sure all I do know is that I know what I like and what I don’t like, what I don’t like is ERP. I could go on a tangent about my severe distaste for ERP but I’ll save my breath. While what I do like is to play male roles and also have a couple RP’s going at the same time because then I won’t be antsy when I only have one going. It’s possible I might be an RP addict, not sure and I don’t want to go down that particular rabbit hole.

For my role play style I like to give out surprising moments that I’ve planned in advance. Along with working with my partner to converge our ideas as well to make a better story. One I wouldn’t mind going back and reading through, as I do have that habit of looking back in order to tie up any loose ends we may have left when I run out of story ideas.

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Soon the rooftops lining the streets filled with demons. Their blue eyes looking like stars among a sea of darkness. They snarled at the priests some of them started slowly scaling down the sides of the buildings. There was one set of red eyes among the blue that stalked towards the older men as well. “You little men, you sent her here. Now you’re gonna take her back, and send her far faaar away from here. Or you can die here in the streets like the lesser beings you are.” Zatovia circles the men slowly her large sword hoisted over her shoulders. Singing as the wind moved around it being cut on its edge. The demons stopped a foot away keeping the men trapped.
The look Asran gave Ayrie was one of pure rage. But, he stopped himself reminding him that Ayrie was Ayrie. Not the goddamn bitch Astoria. “You’re not her, I refuse to think about that,” he said. Going into full denial on the matter rejecting the thought. “You are simply Ayrie, a friend,” he said.
Asran looked at Ayrie faintly smiling appreciating her words. Then noticed she was avoiding touching him. Which he supposed was a good idea with how weakened he was. Though that didn’t mean he missed her touch any less. He then noticed that crease she gets in her forehead. The one she gets when she was trying to figure out his puzzles. It made him lightly chuckle. “You have that quizzical expression, what’s on your mind?”
Asran looked away, “I wish I knew.” Even after all this time he still did not understand the why. It angered him so much not understanding. It made his whole body tense with his hatred. After all this time his resentment of her grew. “I may have been taught kindness. But, after all this time I’ve grown to hate her. For causing me to experience this constant agony. I don’t care for her reasons anymore, but I want nothing more than to erase her very existence. To ensure it never comes near me again. So I don’t get hurt again as I cannot take another dose of this. As it will kill me even if it doesn’t physically kill me. It will kill the kindness in my soul as I cannot take such a deep betrayal a second time.”
“I am not great, but I’m managing,” Asran said smiling. When she asked about Wrath, and her crazed accusation. Asran sighed very deeply he knew Ayrie was gonna ask. After all why wouldn’t she be curious about the reason she was almost killed over? “That was my fellow sin lord of wrath Zatovia. She thinks your the reincarnation of the one that gave me this curse. Of my mate, who I loved with all my heart even though she betrayed me, Astoria. Even after I was cursed I didn’t not blame her. After all who could actually love a monster like me?” Asran gave Ayrie a pained smile. Then looked away from her. “The other sin lords after discovering my betrayal, and my weakened near death existence killed her. Tore her to pieces, even despite my begging. They still see me as a love sick fool. But, Astoria taught me kindness, she taught me that even if I am a demon of Gluttony. It didn’t mean I had to consume all in my wake.”
The doctor looked apprehensive, but nodded. She walked to grab a wheelchair from the supply room, and wheeled it over. She helped Ayrie to sit in it then wheeled her over to be beside Asran. Who was hooked up to two IV’s. Along with a heart monitor. The doctor was grateful that Asran didn’t need some of the other equipment he’d needed earlier.
The doctor went over to Ayrie to check up on her. “How are you feeling,” she asked. She checked her body over, and then applied some magic to help the healing process. “It won’t be long till you can go home. I’m sure those priest friends of yours are worried sick. We don’t want that happening,” she said

Asran looked around his room his skin was irritated, but the doctor had some special versions of the elixir that were more potent. But, caused less pain though it had to be taken internally. Which was what the IV bags were filled with that were connected to him. “Ayrie,” he called. Trying to hear her voice tell him she was okay. The nurses tried to calm Asran again telling him she was okay. “Need to know for sure... need to hear her voice. Even if it’s for her to say hi,” he said weakly.

The doctor heard Asran’s concerns, and then looked to Ayrie. She rubbed the back of her head trying to figure out what to do. “I don’t want you getting out of bed. Till I’m sure you won’t pop your stitches. Thankfully the burn is almost gone. It’s just a slight first degree burn now,” she said.
Asran woke with a start his body strained to get up. As he was panicked about Zatovia coming to finish Ayrie off. He had to protect her keep her safe from his witch of a sister in arms. The doctor, and nurses ran over trying to restrain him. Keep him from hurting himself quickly the doctor injected a heavy muscle relaxant while the nurses restrained him. Asran panted as he slowly started relaxing.
“Ayrie is okay Asran. Breath easy we will take good care of her,” the doctor assured. They set a gentle hand to Asran’s shoulder. Asran slowly relaxed swallowing trying to wet his dry throat. One of the nurses brought a cup of water to his lips. Letting him drink deeply to further relax him.

When the doctor was sure the nurses could handle him. She left to go check on Ayrie.
“You should rest a while longer Ayrie. Asran isn’t going anywhere anytime soon,” the doctor said. Then smiled sadly down at Ayrie, knowing Asran was in very rough shape. She was pretty sure that Asran wouldn’t want Ayrie to see him in such a decrepit state.
Zotoria stood on a roof next to the clinic looking down on it. She was waiting watching knowing that she still needed to change Asran’s mind. Before she had to kill him, something she didn’t want to do. She summoned some of Asran’s demons who were concerned for Asran’s wellbeing. Who’d go to any means it meant to change this self destructive course he was taking.
“I know you want to protect your lord. To do that you need to remind him just who, and what he is. By whatever means it takes.”
The demons nodded knowing that they needed to save Asran. Before the light finished what it had tried doing so long ago. Before that priestess could betray him too.
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