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you are a weapon and weapons. don't. weep Similar in manner to the way that Rael focuses on the board, so too does Asher's gaze zero in on it. He finds himself nodding to her explanation and then smirking at her expectation. "Of course," he tells her, "I doubt I'd go anywhere without you, to be...

you are a weapon and weapons. don't. weep Rael's words fade into the ether and Asher steps cautiously over the room's threshold, his crimson eyes darting around as he takes in...everything. The two beds, the fireplace, and the room divider; it was grander than anything he'd slept in before...

you are a weapon and weapons. don't. weep Asher finds it to be an odd sentiment, if he's being honest with him, and the way his eyebrow quirks upward at her words indicates as such. He hasn't hidden anything from her and she knows far more about him before he was locked in this game than he's...

you are a weapon and weapons. don't. weep There is a long moment where Asher says nothing. The sound between them consists of the gentle patter of their feet against the dirt road and the air whooshing into and out of their lungs. But he has no words for her, nothing that would add to their...

you are a weapon and weapons. don't. weep Rael was correct. There was nothing she could do to stop him from standing between her and the dangers of the world. Wherever she went, wherever she wanted to go, Asher would be there at her side, for better or for worse, until she told him...

you are a weapon and weapons. don't. weep He immediately snorts, the sound too bovine to be made with a human nose. "You don't need to do that," he tells her, his smirk remaining stretched across his lips. There's a pride there in the set of his shoulders, in the manner that he stands, in the...

you are a weapon and weapons. don't. weep Different people. Perhaps Rael was right. Standing here as the sun set, as large streaks of orange and purple colored the sky and they spoke in quiet voices about the bullshit they had both participated in, the Asher he used to be couldn't be further...

you are a weapon and weapons. don't. weep "I don't even know what he would say that," Asher immediately replies, the anger in his voice making his words short and his voice clipped. "There is no going back. My body is dead and buried in a cemetery—no, mom wouldn't have had money for a funeral...

you are a weapon and weapons. don't. weep Rael's words pull him to a stop. He turns to her, pink tinting his cheeks, his crimson eyes lifting from the ground between them to her face and back again. "I wasn't a good person out there," he tells her, the words a whisper between them, an...

you are a weapon and weapons. don't. weep "Have you ever thought about just...not logging back in?" Asher's voice is a quiet whisper of words. And perhaps it was apt to be whispering in this late hour, as he and Hanno continued their patrol of Honeyhome. No one asked them to, no one suggested...

you are a weapon and weapons. don't. weep His gaze follows the slow ascent of her hand to her throat and his eyes narrow at the ribbon there. Another facet of that damned battle they hadn't discussed, hadn't had time to unpack and process. A part of him wondered if he really wanted to know and...

you are a weapon and weapons. don't. weep It feels unfair. The passage of time felt so fast in this moment when, in comparison, those five years between the Titanius battle and the return of the Starcalled had dragged. There had been days, weeks even, when Asher wondered what had happened and...

you are a weapon and weapons. don't. weep She made him smile. And, admittedly, it had been a long time since Asher felt he had anything to smile about. He had been lost in a sea of thoughts, of anger and a bit of self-loathing ever since he got trapped in this damned game. Maybe it was honestly...

AP: 2/3 ( 1 AP spent ) Location: Surrounding Area, East Brisshal, near Honeyhome Prompt: Beware! Brisshal Narrator Tag: - - Magia. These new players had decided to make their first characters...Magia. Asher wants to pinch the bridge of his nose. He wants to huff and tell them that it was a...

AP: 1/3 ( used 1 AP ) Location: Surrounding Area - Honeyhome, Brisshal Prompt: Beware! Brisshal! Narrator Tag: - - Honeyhome was a place of new beginnings. In truth, Asher couldn't recall if he started his journey here five years ago or if he landed somewhere else, somewhere not quite...

More bad news. Let's be honest here for a moment: Asher knew in his heart of hearts that sitting on the egg was not the grand cosmic answer to the problem. They weren't chickens, after all, and even if there might have been some Beastfolk out there with avian natures and characteristics, he was...

Hands retreating to their respective sides, Asher once more tucks into the food that he ordered, layering his plate with meat and vegetables and beckoning the waitress to him when she makes an appearance. He orders another round for them both even though he has no knowledge of how much or how...

AP: 2/3 ( 1 AP Used ) Location: Fineweald, The Exhausted Capital Prompt: Rebuild Stronger Narrator Tag: - - In his old life, he hadn't read much. Books had never really been something he was interested in. Hell, when he started playing TerraSphere, he didn't read any missives that were given...

The headache thumps at the base of his throat when she delivers her news. For all the days that he had brought her here, waited until she was finished with whatever happened beyond those doors in the facility, and then escorted her back to her room, the answer was always the same. And it wasn't...

Asher presses his thumb to the space between his eyebrows, directly above the bridge of his nose. And he winces. The headaches he had started to suffer from since Szofrit’s capture were getting worse. And the most frustrating part about them, besides their random appearance and painful...