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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Feb 2, 2011 17:27:11 GMT -5
1.) Pretty self-explanatory in the intro.
2.) If your character is around, feel free to ask to join.
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Before entering the tavern, Ashemir had taken care to make it seem as though he was helping some poor bastard that had consumed more alcohol than he could handle. Thankfully, there was no late nightwalker to notice the gash on the man's head. The blonde hadn't meant to be so rough, but... oh well.
But after closing the door, even if Malcom was right there to see the blatantly indifferent display, Ashemir dropped the body with an uncaring THUNK. He placed his hood down again before he dragged the man up the stairs by the arm, more shuffles and thuds caused by the unconscious man as he hit each step. The dragging continued down the hall, until Ashemir realized that he didn't know which room Draven had holed himself up in. Well... considering that Draven was tired and might not walk farther than he had to, Ashemir went to the closest door on the left. Seemed like a safe bet to him.... With a loose fist, he knocked on the door with his back knuckles, to cushion his otherwise sharp rap.
.... He better have heard that.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Feb 2, 2011 22:44:56 GMT -5
Draven had been sleeping just inside the door, on the floor. He'd not had enough energy to get himself to the bed before he'd collapsed and dropped into unconsciousness. He'd managed to pry his boots from his feet with his toes before he'd fallen asleep. With a groan, he rolled onto one side, a board creaking at his back, and blinked his bright eyes at the door in a tired manner. "It's open..." He didn't bother to get up; what was the point? He knew Seriah was rather pissed at his abrupt leaving but after this display of weakness, he really could care less. At least Seriah hadn't come up after him and ripped him to pieces. Though, that might have been a mercy, in which cases this was his punishment. Oh well... He rolled onto his back, wincing at the pain that shot up his side. He lifted a hand to scratch the side of his head, the smell of blood catching in his nose and making his mouth water. Mmmm, food... Finally, he pulled himself up, resting his hands in his lap, sluggishly pulling his legs together to sit cross-legged.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Feb 3, 2011 0:16:00 GMT -5
Ashemir turned the door handle and let himself in, arching a brow when Draven was sitting right there on the ground. "I hope you haven't been waiting for me like that the whole time," he said, pulling the unconscious man into the room, almost throwing him on Draven. With the mercenary's food deposited, Ashemir slipped in as well and closed the door after him.
Well, Draven might think it was comfortable, but there was no way that Ashemir was sitting on the ground, so he made his way over to the bed and sat down. His body slumped with his elbows resting on his thighs, expression finally showing weariness and concern after holding himself together so well during and after the meeting. "...So... you're going to stay here during the attack," he stated.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Feb 3, 2011 15:11:16 GMT -5
"Like I have much choice," Draven said, eyeing the unconscious man in front of him. "And I know Seriah is rather pissed off by my abrupt leaving but it was either stay and collapse right there or come up here and collapse out of sight. Please give my apologies to him next time you see him." He turned his bronze gaze on Ashemir, his hands clasping the man's head and exposing the neck. With a swift jerk, he snapped the neck with an audible crack and lowered his head, biting into the flesh of the neck and feeding. It didn't take him long to drain the body of blood and he kicked the corpse away. Now that he felt a bit better (sleeping without a meal in this condition had left him with a rather nasty headache), Draven stood up shakily and walked over to sit beside Ashemir. He plopped down and winced, then straightened himself up and ruffled his hair. "Thanks for the food," he said, blinking toward the blonde with exhausted eyes. "I really do appreciate it.... What are you going to do during the attack? Go with Seriah?" The worry was clear in his voice, though he did his best to hide it as something more like curiosity (and he failed miserably at it).
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Feb 4, 2011 7:34:26 GMT -5
"I think he might have appreciated you collapsing right there, or at least waiting until he gave you his leave. He might also appreciate the apology more in person... but I'll talk to him at some point soon." Maybe after the battle, assuming they both lived. While Draven fed, Ashemir's gaze looked through the wall as he was trapped in his thoughts. This was impossible.... How was he even going to focus at all tomorrow?
He was brought back to reality when he felt the mattress sink from Draven's weight, and his eyes flicked to the bronze-eyed vampire, appearing just as exhausted for a brief moment. "Well someone's still weak when he promised that he wouldn't be, so yes, I'll be going with Seriah." It wasn't as though Draven could be blamed for still feeling the effects of that mysterious poison... but it was simply easier, so Ashemir did anyway.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Feb 7, 2011 8:34:00 GMT -5
Draven shrugged his shoulders. He really wanted to talk to Seriah now. But how could he apologize for such rude behavior? Seriah had been more than helpful over the past few days. Gah, he knew he'd been such an idiot. The warlord should have been the one to dismiss him. "Eh, I'll talk to him, Ashemir," he muttered, sighing. "You're right." And then Ashemir said he'd be going with Seriah and worry clouded Draven's mind even more. "I thought I'd be better," he said, looking at Ashemir seriously. "So you had better be careful. Don't do anything that might get you killed... And if I can, I'll try to figure out a way to be a help from here... Alright?"
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Feb 7, 2011 16:34:33 GMT -5
"Alright..." Ashemir said. It might be awkward trying to apologize for Draven anyway. Draven knew what he was thinking better than Ashemir, at any rate.
He looked away briefly from the bronze-eyed vampire, and he unlaced his boots and tossed them on the floor. If only it was easy to spot a decision in battle that might get him killed, besides the obvious. Being unfocused would be more dangerous, and was entirely possible. After pulling his knees up, he wrapped his arms around his shins. "...I'm really scared," he finally said.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Feb 7, 2011 17:05:27 GMT -5
"You have the right to be afraid," Draven responded, looking away for a moment. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared." It took an awkward silence before he scooted closer to Ashemir, until he was nearly touching the blonde. Then, he wrapped an arm around the other's shoulders and gave him a weary look. "It's the change our kind has been waiting for," he continued, sighing softly as he turned away. "It's taken centuries. And now it's come down to a war. Who wouldn't be terrified, especially since our numbers are low compared to the humans. But you've always got Seriah. And me." He nodded, as if accenting the last of his words. Again, his bronze gaze returned to Ashemir and he leaned closer, kissing the side of the blonde's head, gently. "You'll always have the both of us, even if it's only in memory."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Feb 7, 2011 18:29:53 GMT -5
Ashemir leaned a bit into Draven, nodding slowly. Fighting in a battle that had the potential to change everything... it was a lot of pressure. And then there were the ramifications, and the fact that he still had to deal with some people he didn't agree with afterward. At Draven's last sentence, Ashemir turned his head to him with a panicked swirl of blonde locks, "No! You can't die, I've already lost Anna, it's not fair!" Only by his best efforts, he managed to hold back his tears.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Feb 8, 2011 13:30:36 GMT -5
Draven looked startled, but the expression faded into one that held a small smile and a look of exhausted thought. "I'm not gonna die, Ashemir, at least not right now," he said, loosening his grip around the blonde's shoulders enough that he could see the other's face better. "But remember, I'm old. And I'm still not feeling well, which is proof that I'm losing my natural quick healing. Who knows, maybe soon I won't be able to heal unless it's just like a human, slowly and painfully." He shrugged and lowered his arm to his lap, resting his hands together. "I know it's not fair but you've always got Seriah. I'm sorry you lose Anna but I'll do my best to ensure you don't lose me. And I'm sure Seriah will do the same. We both love you, ya know." His smile twisted upwards on one side, giving him that playful grin he often showed Ashemir. His bronze eyes were dull but focused on Ashemir's face. "I'll be waiting here when everything's over," he muttered, softly. "As long as nothing comes in here to get me. So you have to keep Seriah safe and watch his back. Especially with Valmar around." He finally turned away, looking mischievous. "And maybe I can get a bow and pick some idiot humans off from the windows. Sounds like fun, really."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Feb 9, 2011 2:50:01 GMT -5
"Vampires are immortal; what does it matter if you're old?" Ashemir asked, still sounding upset. When he decided to elope with Anna, he didn't sign up for EVENTUALLY becoming lame. When Draven went on about the possibility of healing slowly and painfully, Ashemir started sobbing and buried his face in his hands, all his feelings since the meeting's start pouring out. He didn't hear anything else of what Draven said over the sounds of his cries.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Feb 9, 2011 15:44:29 GMT -5
How wonderful... Draven did an almost facepalm and ran his hand down his face slowly. He was merely speaking his thoughts aloud. Ashemir wasn't supposed to be so upset by them... Feeling like a complete ass, he closed what little distance there was between them and wrapped both arms around the blonde, gently but firmly. He wasn't sure what to say; his last words had caused this and now he was sure anything else he had to say would just make it worse... But maybe... "Ashemir, it's okay..." he murmured, resting his forehead against the other's head, gently. "I'm sorry I upset you... It'll work out, you'll see... Cry everything out, you'll feel better..." With a soft sigh, he let his bronze eyes close and he stopped talking or moving, trying his best to make Ashemir feel better or at least calm down. Idiot... He was such an idiot. He continued to chide himself inwardly, silently listening to the other's sobs.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Feb 10, 2011 15:28:15 GMT -5
Ashemir leaned into Draven, despite the fact that we was angry with the other, but what else was new. "No it's not okay!" The blonde had to raise his voice to keep it from being completely silenced by his closed throat. "You keep saying that you're going to die eventually, but... idiot! We're all going to die eventually! It doesn't mean we want to hear about it..." Especially now, when it was entirely possible. "And what am I supposed to do about Valmar?? Did you see the way he looked at me? If he occupies the castle, does that mean I can go home? But what if I can't?" Ashemir trembled. "I should have never gone to Issilt and exercised the idea of an uprising... I should have just stayed in the mountain."
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Post by Draven Hunter on Feb 10, 2011 17:04:58 GMT -5
"But then I wouldn't have met Seriah or you..." Draven had released Ashemir and was standing, arms crossed over his chest. Okay, so Draven was just being blunt, as usual. And Ashemir was allowed to yell and be upset and angry and whatever else was running through that blonde head of his. He was allowed to feel anything he wanted. However, Draven was upset as well. Though he wasn't really showing it, he was terrified of what the outcome of the uprising would be. If Ashemir had never approached him, he would have just continued his life without even considering an uprising of vampires to take control. Draven had always been content staying hidden and avoiding werecreatures, doing whatever work he could around the cities. "Ashemir, I'm sorry," he said, quietly, head bowed, eyes closed. "I need to learn to shut my mouth. I know. I'm blurt things like a moron sometimes. But your concerns? Drop them. Because if Valmar makes any attempt toward you, I'll be right there ready to tear him limb from limb. So you can go home. And I'll be somewhere in the mountain nearby." He glanced back over his shoulder, bronze eyes burning with their usual flare of emotion and will. Though he felt weak, he wasn't about to show that with such a promise. And he meant to keep his promise to keep Ashemir safe if he decided to go home. "I'll make sure you're safe and Seriah," he continued. "I'll find a way."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Feb 11, 2011 20:47:48 GMT -5
Ashemir hugged his knees when Draven pulled away and looked away. Eventually, he nodded slowly, even though he didn't feel entirely reassured. It might be something that he'd have to take care on his own to feel more certain of his own future. "I told Seriah I would be on the new council if we succeeded, but I don't know. I'd have more influence, but it wouldn't necessarily protect me." The blonde looked at Draven again tentatively, "So... when you're feeling better, and if we actually do take Cados, would you accompany me where I needed it?" Maybe he shouldn't be so paranoid... but on the other hand, Valmar was fucking scary, and it would just be stupid not to set up safety nets.
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