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“That’s because my powers have saturated this land. People who have visited my lands call me a god of harvest,” Asran said. Then shrugged as he ate the food tasted amazing it even brought a tear to his eye. As rations although better than others was still pretty terrible.
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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.
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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"That's good to hear, maybe next time I have a mission. You can come with me," Asran said. Then shoved some rice into his mouth, and hummed in pleasure as the taste. Then went onto the noodle soup, and just kept eating. He hadn't realized just how hungry he was until he started eating. Sure he'd eaten people while on mission, but this was a different type of hunger. He soon tipped the bowl back, and gulped the soup down. Then set it down, and let out a belch into his fist. "Ugh, damn that is good. I really needed that, feeds the soul."
Asran enjoyed the warm embrace for as long as it lasted. When done he stepped back, and lead them to the table. Then looked at Ayrie with a loving expression. He couldn't help but to fall in love with her. Distance made his heart only grow fonder. Before he'd gone on his mission he'd spent months getting to know Ayrie better as a friend. Now, there was no mistaking the feelings of love he held towards her. He took a seat after setting the table with plates, bowls silverware, and wine glasses. He grabbed one of the containers of chinese food, and served himself. Then passed the container over to Ayrie, and he started eating.
Asran blushed almost the same shade of pink as his shirt. Then let out a soft chuckle he smiled brightly as hearing her voice after so long was really nice. He truly had missed her, and the way she teased him. Hell he even missed the curves of her body. Soon he could resist gently pulling her into him to hold her in his arms. "Sorry, but you mind staying like this for a moment? I really did miss you Ayrie," he said. Then gently leaned his head to rest ontop of Ayrie's. She smelled like sea foam, and lavender a warm welcoming smell that he'd missed while in the arid mountains.
Asran opened the door for Ayrie he was wearing a pair of black slacks, and salmon pink skin tight shirt which hugged him in all the right places. There was fresh bandages over his left arm, and hand. He smiled down at Ayrie, and let her in.
“Hi, thanks for coming. I’m sorry about the message. That... was an accident. I was, and am really tired. Getting those kids was hard especially the last one. There was a large amount of fortification around it, and they knew we were coming so had the kids hidden in the deepest part of the mine. I even hadn’t to stop the mine from collapsing when the foreman decided to blow it up,” he said.
“Hi, thanks for coming. I’m sorry about the message. That... was an accident. I was, and am really tired. Getting those kids was hard especially the last one. There was a large amount of fortification around it, and they knew we were coming so had the kids hidden in the deepest part of the mine. I even hadn’t to stop the mine from collapsing when the foreman decided to blow it up,” he said.
Asran was glad to see so many people so happy to greet him. Though he was waiting for something in particular. He listened to the flowers message, and gave some serious thought as to when he’d be free. But, he honestly couldn’t think of one so just kept the flower close to him. He went to the city hall to file the paperwork on the kids that were taken in. Along with putting more funding into the orphanage now that well over five times the amount of children there then they had previously.
When that was finally done he went home. “God it feels good to be home,” he said. Then set the flower in a crystal vase filled with water.
Soon a black and blue lotus blossom that could fill ones palm found it’s way to Ayrie. ’Hey, I’m at home right now. I just gotta take a shower, and then I’ll be free the rest of the day. If you could can you pick ups some of Chan’s before getting here? I really don’t feel like eating my cooking right now, too much effort’ sang the lotus ’I’d really like their noodle soup with all the different meats in it. Mmm, I swear besides dreams of you I had dreams of that. Or a combination of the two... Don’t ask in what way.... Also don’t think about it. Uuuuuh... Fuck how do you delete one of these? ...So tired... AH NO! GET BACK Here!’
When that was finally done he went home. “God it feels good to be home,” he said. Then set the flower in a crystal vase filled with water.
Soon a black and blue lotus blossom that could fill ones palm found it’s way to Ayrie. ’Hey, I’m at home right now. I just gotta take a shower, and then I’ll be free the rest of the day. If you could can you pick ups some of Chan’s before getting here? I really don’t feel like eating my cooking right now, too much effort’ sang the lotus ’I’d really like their noodle soup with all the different meats in it. Mmm, I swear besides dreams of you I had dreams of that. Or a combination of the two... Don’t ask in what way.... Also don’t think about it. Uuuuuh... Fuck how do you delete one of these? ...So tired... AH NO! GET BACK Here!’
Asran went to bed, and had one of the best nights sleep he’d had in an incredibly long time. Even despite the fact he was incredibly uncomfortable with the fact that Ayrie had just kissed him. The fact that he had no idea if they were moving too quickly or not. He’d need to slow them down, as clearly Ayrie was going to make it difficult.
Over the next couple months since Asran’s curse was broken, and everything was going great. Asran had managed to move the priests into a nice retirement home. He’d not heard of any incidents at the prison since Symphony became Ayrie’s familiar. Nadia, and he were still at odds as she’d lied to him for so long. While Wrath had returned home, and had informed the others that his curse was gone. Asran had even managed to go on one of his missions to save children that were being harmed.
He’d put together an entire operation consisting of a massive team of 300 black ops casters trained in warfare, and healers. They went to a string of coal, and salt mines affiliated with the church. Where the children were trapped working in deplorable conditions that often saw them dead before their very first payday. Those that did make it only saw a small amount of money for their troubles. Once they got the children they were taken to awaiting trucks where healers were equipped with medicine, food, and water. The trucks would then take the children to a waiting camp where they were taken care of. Before they were strong enough for the journey to the city.
That operation Free Cannary took them an entire month and a half to complete before Asran could return home. People were crowding around Asran as he rode in on a motorcycle. He had a dirty bandana around his neck, and goggles. A open flannel shirt over a dirty white tank top. He had combat boots, and dirty war torn jeans. His chin had a great deal of stubble and his white hair was grey due to dirt.
Over the next couple months since Asran’s curse was broken, and everything was going great. Asran had managed to move the priests into a nice retirement home. He’d not heard of any incidents at the prison since Symphony became Ayrie’s familiar. Nadia, and he were still at odds as she’d lied to him for so long. While Wrath had returned home, and had informed the others that his curse was gone. Asran had even managed to go on one of his missions to save children that were being harmed.
He’d put together an entire operation consisting of a massive team of 300 black ops casters trained in warfare, and healers. They went to a string of coal, and salt mines affiliated with the church. Where the children were trapped working in deplorable conditions that often saw them dead before their very first payday. Those that did make it only saw a small amount of money for their troubles. Once they got the children they were taken to awaiting trucks where healers were equipped with medicine, food, and water. The trucks would then take the children to a waiting camp where they were taken care of. Before they were strong enough for the journey to the city.
That operation Free Cannary took them an entire month and a half to complete before Asran could return home. People were crowding around Asran as he rode in on a motorcycle. He had a dirty bandana around his neck, and goggles. A open flannel shirt over a dirty white tank top. He had combat boots, and dirty war torn jeans. His chin had a great deal of stubble and his white hair was grey due to dirt.
Asran froze when his cheek was kissed he was stunned. Why did Ayrie kiss his cheek? Why was his heart racing, and wouldn’t stop. He slowly backed out of the room, and cleared his throat trying to regain control of his vocal chords. “Good night, Ayrie.” He then turned closing the door behind him.
Asran got up, and lead Ayrie upstairs to one of the spare bedrooms he had. It had a hand carved antique dresser, a small closet with a had carved sliddijg door, and a rustic scenery painting hanging on the wall in a bronze frame. The bed was a king sized bed. It was designed to fit people of all sizes. Including those that had trouble keeping human form. “This is my guest room, please make yourself comfortable. Hopefully it’s to your liking,” he said.
Asran wanted Ayrie to sleep, but he didn’t know if he felt comfortable with her sleeping here. It was his home after all, would it be moving to quickly? He rubbed at his chin softly. “Alright, ill let you stay in the guest room.”
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