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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[He laughs.]

Part of being undead, I think. Drinking's just not the same.

[highhealplz]

[ cheerfully: ] Well, then I entrust you with making sure I don't pass out in a gutter tonight, alright?

chinhands at this thread

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I'll drag you home, if I need to. I'll make sure to take your shoes off before dumping you in bed.

[He laughs and claps him on the back.]

clearly they'll never get along

[highhealplz]

[ Don't mind if he sways forward a little, that's just natural. ]

I knew I'd recognized you for a good friend. Will you even tell my roommates I'm only sleeping, not dead?

THE BEST gosh

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Of course.

[He finishes his drink and orders another, chuckling coldly at Ashraf.]

You're on your own about the hangover, though.

[highhealplz]

Maybe you missed it, Thassarian, but... [ god could he look any more smug right here ] I'm a high priest. I think I can handle a hangover.

[ famous last words. ]

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[A laugh. There's something like an echo of his former life there, teasing Leryssa.]

Perhaps you could turn your skills to others, as well, and make a name for yourself. High Priest Ashraf, Curer of Hangovers.

[highhealplz]

Now there's a way to go down in Exsilium's history. The rest of you might save them from a war, but I'll save them from themselves. [ A beat, as he considers that. ] Or from their drinks, at least.

i am the worst at threads the LITERAL WORST

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And you'd have every bit as much work for you as those of us fighting, my friend.

[highhealplz]

Mm— [ That's a noise of disagreement-and-something-to-add, as evidenced by the way he shakes his head mid-sip. When he's cleared his mouth again: ] Twice as much. Don't forget, I'll be keeping you people alive, too.

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"You people"?

[He raises a brow and laughs. Ashraf, did you already forget you're along the living-challenged?]

A bit late for that.

[He smirks, taking a drink.]

[highhealplz]

You... [ A pause, and he frowns. Come on, technicalities. ] You know what I mean. I'll be keeping you people alive, undead, whatever applies.

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[He chuckles, and he takes another drink. He was just teasing, Ashraf. Inappropriate DK humor. It's an acquired taste.]

Well, I'll be glad for your company, all the same, on the battlefield or off.

[Just try not to sling too much light at me, okay, it burns.]

[highhealplz]

[ Oh yes, he distinctly remembers that humor. And that whenever Koltira had tried it on him, it pretty much just made him feel guilty. ]

Well, you have it.

[ His drink's just about gone, here, but he'll lift it in an invitation to tap it against Thassarian's nonetheless. ]

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[Clink.]

And you have mine. Let me know if you ever need anything, Ashraf.

[highhealplz]

[ He considers something eloquent, but, yeah, that alcohol. So instead: ] Ditto.

[ Chyeah. He's smooth. He helps himself to more to drink as the evening wears on; he hadn't really intended to make it a night of drinking, but, well, he's here, it's good company... there seems to be no reason not to. Too bad about how a living man can't hope to keep up to a dead man. His mood gets progressively brighter (and less coordinated) as the night wears on, until he's basically just leaning on Thassarian. Standing up straight as they leave sounds like way more effort than it's worth, really. ]

It's really dark. [ An astute remark, thank you, Ashraf. ] How long was... what time is it?

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[He's a little tingly, but that's about it. Oh well. At least one of them will manage to stay on their feet the way home.

What time was it? He wasn't sure. It had been a night, that was for certain. He wraps an arm around Ashraf to help him, taking one of his arms and draping it around his shoulder. There. It would be a little slow, but that should work.]

Quite late, Ashraf. But it seems like you enjoyed yourself.

[highhealplz]

Hm. [ He looks thoughtful, like he's going to say something else, but all that comes out is— ] Ruwach.

[ A bright blue light sparks to life at his side, and immediately takes to spinning a whirling circle around the two of them. It does at least a decent job of lighting the way around them, and he smiles fondly at it. ]

I did! Thank you. Did you?

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I did. It's been some time since I've spent a night out and had company.

[Years, actually, not since he was alive. It doesn't bring bitterness, this time. He could still remember drinking with the other soldiers, their voices filling the tavern as they sang drinking songs they had learned from the Dwarves, to the south.

He watches the light circle them with interest. That was certainly something new.]

[highhealplz]

That's Exsilium for you! All sorts of — drinking. Not drinking, I mean, but people. [ ashraf what are you even saying. he tries again. ] There's good company here.

[ Okay that sounds better. A little closer to what he'd meant, at least. He laughs at himself, dropping his head to be sure both feet are ending up in the proper places to keep him moving. ]

I'm sorry. I should probably be embarrassed for myself.

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Nothing to be embarrassed for. There does seem to be very good company here. And you're not wrong about the drinking, either.

[A slight smirk, and he gives Ashraf's hand on his shoulder a pat. He's taken off his gloves by now, and his hands might be, well, cold as always. Sorry, dude.]

[highhealplz]

[ That hand is totally cold. And Ashraf? Totally doesn't mind. He's too busy gesturing with the other, trying to work out what he's trying to say. ]

It's... we're all together, right? In this, I mean. It doesn't matter what world we're from, because we're here, and we have a chance to work together on this world. The things we can do! [ He pauses, wonders suddenly if he's making any sense, and glances searchingly over. ] Right?

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[He chuckles, nodding and shaking his head slightly. He understands the sentiment, at least. He'd have been in much the same position, were he still alive.]

Something like that.

[highhealplz]

Something like that, yeah.

[ Is his point made? Maybe. But more importantly, he thinks he's probably babbling, and should change the subject. He's not sure to what, but... but a glance has turned into a stare, and there's a small smile in place. ]

I told Koltira once that his eyes were creepy. [ Did he phrase it like that? He can't remember. That had been the sentiment, at least. ] And it was hard to tell where he was looking. Do you know what he did? He stared at me.

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That sounds like him.

[He looks over at Ashraf, and meets his eyes for a moment. Were his like that? He wasn't sure. Perhaps they were, too. Creepy? ...perhaps. Only a handful had mentioned it, but he did try to keep himself to using text communication where he could. His eyes, his voice, they spoke that he was something other.

He looks back down at the sidewalk.]