Letters to God

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Date & Time: 5/9, 7PM-ish until PROBABLY LATE
Location: A BAR
Characters: Ashraf and Thass AND BARIYAN gets his own thread
Summary: Stop me if you've heard this one.  Two undead guys and a priest walk into a bar...  DRINKS. TALKIN ABOUT THE LIGHT AND PEOPLE AND STUFF.  BARIYAN AND THASS ARE GONNA HUG IT OUT maybe idk man don't look at me like that
Warnings: Mentions of death? I dunno!

[He made an effort to be punctual- to be honest, he liked having a schedule. He didn't like having nothing to do, his mind rarely wandered kind places, and not having a mission was unfamiliar. Even during the time between the Lich King's fall and his assignment to Andorhal, he could fill his days thinning the ranks of the undead that infested the Plaguelands.

But now...he didn't even have that.

Instead, he was turning his mind to the project of his farm. Though he had no intent of growing anything- if anything living could be grown by these hands, he added, bitterly- it was good to have a project. He had every intent of going back there, today, but Asraf's request to meet in the evening had given him an excuse to spend more time around the city.

So here he was, sitting in the same bar that he had met Bariyan, and ordering an ale for himself as he sat at the bar in his new clothes and with his swords sheathed on his back.]

Comments

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Very well.

[He steps toward one of them, though he doesn't need to, and looks down at the mugger. His eyes are wide, a bit afraid, and something in Thassarian feels...pleased. Another part feels differently, regretful, perhaps, that the living fear him.

Perhaps it's just as well. Another reminder that maybe he doesn't belong among them.

A gesture, and the ice melts away. The air around him regains a bit of warmth, and the forces the ice from himself as best he can.

He turns, without a word, and steps to the other mugger, who recoils from him slightly. A wave of Thassarian's hand, and he is freed, as well. Thassarian gives him one last look before stepping back to Ashraf's side.

He watches him pulling out money, and hesitates for a moment. He was never much one for charity, never having much to give, but he understood mercy better than that. Mercy had been shown.

But he could follow an example.

He pulls out his own wallet- a bit of carrying money on him, but not much, and presses a few marques into Ashraf's hands without a word.]

[highhealplz]

[ Ashraf smiles widely at him, pleased for the contribution, and presses the money into the hand of one of the nearer men. ]

You only had to ask. [ He says it with a grin, like it was just some big, hilarious misunderstanding. ] Go home and put your guns away— they're useless against a lot of us, and they'll probably get you hurt.

[ The two are backing away, unsure. One breaks and runs, and the other follows shortly after. As soon as they're out of sight, Ashraf's smile is back on Thassarian again. ]

Thank you for the restraint.

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[He nods, looking over Ashraf and peering at the blood on his robes, and frowns slightly.]

They meant to kill you.

[He places a hand on Ashraf's shoulder, meeting his eyes for a moment, and then nods.]

Glad to see you're alright, then.

[highhealplz]

[ That gets an outright laugh, maybe too amused than the situation really calls for, and he rests a hand companionably over that cold one. With the moment passed, alcohol is sinking in again. ]

Maybe. But they wouldn't have had a very easy time of it! Mmm... [ Still smiling, he looks down at himself. ] It's too bad about the robes, though.

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[He can distantly feel Ashraf's hand over his- his sense of touch a bit dulled, and not just from the alcohol. He could see, he could hear, both keenly as in life, but other senses were almost blunted in places.

Perhaps, too, were his own emotions.]

That's two sets of robes you've ruined. We'll have to get you in touch with a tailor.

Can you walk okay?

[highhealplz]

Can I walk okay.

[ He scoffs -- not without amusement -- and pulls away from Thassarian. He begins to go through the steps of his holy spells with a small barrage of gentle glowing and the occasional distant chime of bells. He stands a little straighter afterward, still smiling. ]

You ask that like I've never been drunk a night in my life. Well, young man, I think I know what I'm doing.

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[He looks away as Ashraf is doing his thing because honestly it's a little like staring into the sun and hurts a little.

Thassarian chuckles. ASHRAF, U JUST GOT SHOT HE WAS ONLY BEING CONCERNED.]

Good, then I don't have to carry you home.

[highhealplz]

Oh. [ He frowns, thoughtful. ] Is that option completely out? It sounds nice. I could fake some stumbling, maybe.

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[A laugh, and he claps him on the back.]

Whatever it takes to get you home.

[A gesture- he's had just enough to drink. He holds out one arm, and puts his other around Ashraf's shoulders. He'd give someone the shirt off his back- this isn't a big deal.

SWING ON UP IN2 MY ARMS, BEARDY ONE.]

Come on, then.

[highhealplz]

[ He laughs when he realizes Thassarian is actually serious about it. Well, sure, why not. It's the least dignified thing he's done in a while, but he's probably overdue. So he crooks an arm around his neck, not quite swinging up (not really known for their acrobatics, priests), but ready to be easily picked up. ]

Why, thank you. That's kind, to carry a feeble, drunken old man home.

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[This is not a problem ok. He picks him up easily.]

My sister would probably say I've finally found my true calling- as a pack mule.

[He chuckles. We're walking now, Ashraf.]

Which floor do you live on, anyway?

[highhealplz]

[ totally fine with walking, he'll just settle back, chuckle at the absurdity of it, and enjoy. ]

That's a good question. I hope I remember by the time we get there.

[obliterating]

I hope you do, too.

[He looks down at him and shakes his head. It's been years since he spent a night drinking with someone, and he could remember looping an arm around William's neck as they stumbled home. He must have been just a bit older than Anduin, and he quickly learned his lesson about pacing himself.

Still, he could fondly remember trying to make his way home, too much to drink but good company.

William was dead now, he knew. But he could still remember warm nights in a tavern in Lordaeron, William asking him, again, about his sister.]

[highhealplz]

[ He's quiet for a few seconds, enjoying the novelty of it, but then-- ]

Four. [ a beat. ] As in, forth floor. And the first door on the right. Whatever number that makes it.

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Good, then I don't have to dump you in the gutter outside.

[A cold chuckle. He wouldn't have, Ashraf. He'd make sure you were alright.]

[highhealplz]

Oh, that's always good news.

[ He gestures with a hand, casting the quick spell of agility over Thassarian, to quick his steps by twice again. Ugh, walking slow. Even when he's not the one doing the walking. It's just terrible. ]

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[There's that fast walking thing again. It's not bad, just. A little different. But he understand. Walking is hella slow. What he wouldn't give to have his horse back here. UGH.

He is walking, though, and in pretty damn good spirits, despite the muggers. Ashraf is okay and so at least there's that. And the night was good, all things considered. It was good to have company.

After a few minutes, the housing building comes into view.]

Fourth floor, you said?

[highhealplz]

Forth floor. Onward, valiant steed.

[ But the real question here, is does Thassarian take the stairs or the elevator? Ashraf is watching. (He also sticks to the elevator every time, himself. See: not athletic.) ]

[obliterating]

Hold on.

[Does he take the elevator haha he's walking up the stairs are you kidding me. HE DOESN'T TRUST IT. NOT WIPING TO THE ELEVATOR BOSS, THIS ONE.

And you know, being the tireless undead does have its advantages.

First door...on the right?]

This one?

[highhealplz]

[ He glances lazily over, considers the door for a few seconds, and nods. ]

That's it. [ this is kind of a halfhearted squirm to be put down, here. ]

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[He's almost tempted to not put him down and make Ashraf deal with it, just to be an ass, but he does set him down. He take a step back, and bows deeply. Standing straight and meeting Ashraf's eyes, he smiles.]

Thank you, Ashraf. Take care of yourself.

[highhealplz]

[ He turns and leans in as soon as he's on his feet again, hands finding Thassarian's cheeks as he leans in to press a quick kiss to each one. He's smiling fondly when he leans back again. ]

Any time you want to ask me questions and buy me drinks, just let me know. I'll be happy to oblige.

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[ O___O ]

I...will keep that in mind.

[Is it cold in here? A little bit of frost is spreading across Thassarian's fingertips. He shakes his hand off and nods.]

I'll be in touch...unless you decide that was all a mistake when you wake up tomorrow. I wouldn't be surprised, with how much you had.

[Well and the whole chilling with an undead dude and giving him cheek kisses Ashraf u are a strange man.]

[highhealplz]

[ He snorts, pats Thassarian's chest— ] Don't count on it. [ —and turns for the door. He tosses back one last smile over his shoulder as he heads in. ]

See you later, Thass.

oh no it's over CLOSING OUT THE LOG TL;DR FOR MY OWN SAKE don't read this it's awful

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[He stands there in the hall for a few moments after the door closes, a slight smile working its way onto his face.

It was odd to meet someone, especially a man of the Light, who seemed to want to be a friend. In truth, Thassarian often felt that he didn't belong among the living- felt this keenly at times. It was part of why Koltira was so important. Between the two of them, as he had put it, they were the orphaned sons of the Scourge. They had a place to belong.

Ashraf was a strange guy. Even Leryssa, his own sister, was a bit distant from him. She had hugged him, once, and had jumped away when she felt how cold he was. It was why he wore the gloves and coat- partly to keep the rain off of himself, but also to keep the living from touching him and realizing what he truly was.

He turned away, heading for the stairs and to the sixth floor. Hopefully Anduin and Me'dan were asleep and wouldn't be bothered by him coming home at this ungodly hour.]