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Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Hobo_Bob - 10-01-2015

[size=small]He seemed ready to sleep as he leaned in his chair and let his hair fall back from his face. That was what made her want to touch his hair all the more. To see him so completely relaxed and at ease enough to sleep. Part of Ashrun didn't believe that he was really here. There had been very strange times she would spend taking to herself, holding conversations aloud as if she were talking with someone. However that wasn't the case now. He had a scent, he has an essence that willed the air around him. Almost filled the whole room. Almost. So when he opened his eyes once more to look at her with a smile, Ashrun could only grin back for a second before looking away from him. "<font color="#c69bf6]I-....don't know much about age other than to mark years. In the end, an age does nothing but force you to remember the past.[/font]"

Turning to take his plate, she walked around him and into the kitchen to wash off his dish. The platter of food was put in the fridge last, giving her time to think about how to explain the sweet thing she offered. As well as to explain the city. Water and cups still at the table along with the small plates, she reached into the bottom drawer freezer to pull out a metal bowl with a lid. It was large, like a bakers mixing bowl and frosted over from the outside the moment it was pulled from the freezer. "<font color="#c69bf6]I have no surprises that are intentional....I just hope that you will like the frozen sweet.[/font]" The bowl was placed on the table and the lid pulled back.

Like a homemade sherbet ice cream, the scent of something citrus and red like berries swam frozen in the pool of ice inside the bowl. The contents gave off a sweet scent, like ice cream did and yet was not entirely true ice cream. "<font color="#c69bf6]Fruit frost, I think it is called. Would you like some? Its sweeter than it seems...[/font]" Ashrun did not place the bowl down onto the table opposite him. Instead, she came around to stand at his side once more, the large bowl placed on the table for him to see it's contents. "<font color="#c69bf6]There is fruit juice and a product from sweet flowers. It's very good, even though I made it..[/font]" That little boasting of her own preparation skills were enough to entice her to show him a smile. Nervous and anxious, she toyed with the hem of her nightgown.

But she was not anxious about his reply to the frosted treat. She simply did not know any other way to tell him about the city other than just to say it.

Without his say, she began to serve him a helping of the treat onto the little plate. The first scoop was small, and she paused a moment after looking at it. Remembered how much he ate during the meal and ended up serving him one more spoon. "<font color="#c69bf6]We will not get any help from the city. They cast the others out with shuttles. Those that are still useful, survive. Anyone else is eaten....[/font]<font color="#ffffff]"[/font]<font color="#ffffff] [/font]she covered the bowl once her own plate had a serving and turned to look at him from her position at his side. <font color="#c69bf6]"To live in the city is to be useful. Outcasts and banished ones cannot return at all. Those inside the city are given golden hair to distinguish themselves.[/font]" this time, when her hand reached up to caress his hair she did touch him. Running her fingers from the side of his head to behind his ear, Ashrun could not help the shiver along her spine. But the feeling didn't last long as she pulled her hand away and moved up to her own hair, grasping a piece beside her cheek and wrapping her finger around the strands. 

Moving away, she spoke up while she put the frozen treat away, "<font color="#c69bf6]I was born outside the city. I can never go there like my brother. He was useful....[/font]" once more in her seat, she played with the treat not yet willing to eat.[/font]

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Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Ghostly - 10-01-2015

<sub><img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/Kg8kHEX.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]As she described what he considered a surprise, of course Azreal would accept it with open arms. Not that it was particularly well know, or even of importance, but he did have a bit of a sweet tooth. Holding back any further excitement, the man wouldn't give more than his usual nod in agreement before she hustled off to grab sealed bowl from the freezer. "<font color="d4a017]I'm sure it will be wonderful.[/font]" With anticipation behind his eyes, Azreal patiently waited before she'd served not only himself, but placed scoops into her own bowl as well before taking a reasonable taste out of his treat. Considering how he viewed her earlier cooking fiasco had gone, it came as a mild shock at how perfect the flavors of the fruits melded together, as well as providing a nice refreshing quality after a hot meal. "<font color="d4a017]Like it? You did a fantastic job on this.[/font]" After another bite Azreal looked across the table and must have had a soft look about him that most never were privy to.

Ashrun's description wouldn't put a single shred of optimism in his heart over this planet's people and how they would be of use to him. "<font color="d4a017]Looking as I do, I'd be able to step into the city then?[/font]" Azreal mused as she described the lifestyle the seemingly singular populace hub around. Savage is what it sounded like. Cannibalism, population control, segregation, an archaic caste system, nothing he wanted any part of down the road. The ancient shapeshifter would either escape this world, or see to it that it was torn to the ground and rebuilt; of course, he preferred the former option. Lost in his thoughts, Azreal was actually caught off guard as she ran slender digits through his golden strands. A typically stoic gaze went wide in a somewhat confused fashion, but as he had a spoonful of the sherbet in his mouth this left him unable to reply in any manner until she had already moved away. By then the moment had passed, and he could only continue on with his comments. "<font color="d4a017]Who is going to stop you though when you walk right into it with me? If they are not going to let you pass, why not just use your ability take the form of something I can bring inside?[/font]"

This was all on the assumption that Azreal could simply walk by whatever guarded entrance to their society based on his appearance alone. Such a plan was hardly certain, or foolproof, he was not so arrogant to believe it to be the case. Naturally he'd scout out the place before hand, and if such an attempt was impossible, than he could fly in from above instead. A multitude of forms were at his disposal, and nearly all of them surely would have a role to play in the future her on Aman.

Azreal finished his dessert at a slower pace than he had his own meal, and it allowed him to savor the treat all the better. The Valar mocked herself in her own abilities, even though she seemed proud of her preparation of the desert all the same. Certainly this had not been the first instance since he'd met her. When one spent their entire existence being stepped upon and turned away, he could understand why she felt and acted the way that she did. This time it was his turn to remove himself from his seat and stand towering over the sitting Ashrun. "<font color="d4a017]I only have you to go by for all of my experiences here so far. I'm putting much of my trust in you, as you are in me.[/font]" As she'd done with him, Azreal wove his fingers through those long, dark locks of hers, briefly brushing the side of Ashrun's cheek with his thumb before pulling back. "<font color="d4a017]I would put you above anyone, from the outcasts that shun you, or the brutish upper class of the city.[/font]"

Turning away the taller male made to wash his bowl as he'd seen her do with the plates from before. From this angle his face was hidden, for the better as a less than pleasant raise to his lips crept onto his features. "<font color="d4a017]If the people from the city will not willingly aid my cause, then I will just have to take what I need through other means.[/font]" Vague he would keep his intentions as they were not fully fleshed out even in his head. Tomorrow would be a new dawn, there were rooms to explore, more stories to share, and perhaps he could check up on his ship. That in fact, was perhaps a priority above anything else. "<font color="d4a017]I have to say, I'm ready to lay down for sure, how about you?[/font]" Figuratively wiping that grim look off of his face, Azreal faced his partner as he leaned against the counter of the sink behind. He'd wait for Ashrun to make the next move to lead them to bed, or whatever she wished to do next.</sub>

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Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Hobo_Bob - 10-01-2015

[size=small]Ashrun watched him as he ate the first spoonful of his frozen sweet. The look on his face was proof that he enjoyed it, and that helped her in smiling back  at his admission to her preparation skills. She did not prepare much in the way of edible things. Often devouring a whole vegetable or large fruit raw, sometimes trying her hand at cooking only to eat ashes. But after his meal and the frozen delight, there wasn't much to feel sad over. A good meal and even better company was enough to make any day seem better by the end. "<font color="#c69bf6]I'm glad you like it.[/font]" she smiled once more - a bright, happy grin. He was not her brother, she mentally told herself. But his reaction to the sweet was so much like his. Swallowing a sudden lump in her throat at the gaze he held her in for a long while, she was glad he looked away so she could move past him and set herself back into her normal stasis. 

"<font color="#c69bf6]Looking as you do now, in these clothes, it is possible if you found a way inside...[/font]" Ashrun pushed her spoon around on her bowl. It was not a hard thing to talk about the city, but it was difficult to explain how nearly impossible it was to get him inside. She knew ways to sneak in, she had done so before as a child with her brother before he was caught and taken from her. He remained inside the city still. It had been many many years since a shuttle left the mountain walls. "<font color="#c69bf6]The city is carved into the middle of the mountains to the south. There is no path to it. One would climb the mountain till it was too frozen to touch and keep going until the city was in view. Then, if the sentinels did not find and kill you, it would be over rocky terrain to the middle of the mountains. The city has walls all around. No entrance inside through any door or gate. You could fly over and pray not to get vaporized or climb over to the same possible fate.[/font]" Ashrun ate her sweet, letting her explanation settle in a while before she continued. "<font color="#c69bf6]Much like this home of mine, their technology is out of place. Father once said the city was a virus to this world. And it's people all sick...[/font]"  

Once she finished speaking, she looked up from her bowl to find Azreal gone. Just a second, she thought he was a dream. Someone she imagined as she had done before to stave off her own loneliness. But it was just a second of thinking this. He stood at her side, towering high above her sitting place and with an expression so soft, it hurt her chest. He trusted her and she was trusting him. The possibility they could both hurt each other, especially here away from everyone, was very high. But with how gentle he touched her hair and caressed her cheek - if even for a second - that knowledge that they both wouldn't willingly break each other's trust was settling in her aching chest.

She wanted more of his touch and warmth on her cold skin. To brush fingers in his hair again and breath in his scent. Not in the way a woman wanted to be loved by a man. But how people needed to have physical contact with someone. Other than a beating or a hunt. Ashrun would not admit aloud, but everyone had a breaking point and she felt hers was coming to a close before Azreal crashed and was brought into her life. Why did she bring him home with her without any hesitation? 

The question hung in her mind for a long moment while Azreal went about washing his dishes. He was thinking on how to get into the city and she knew only one way to safely sneak him in. If she could make himself as small as her, it was possible.

Her own sweet now finished, Ashrun stood and walked to his side. Placing the bowl on the counter to wash later. "<font color="#c69bf6]There is one way I can show you to get into the city. But I cannot follow you inside. I am not able to maintain any shape but this one inside the city...[/font]" looking from her empty bowl up to him as he turned to face her, she nodded. Glad that he was ready for bed as she was. And somehow excited to share a bed with a warm body once more. As her hand reached for the hem of his tunic, she lowered her gaze from his to his shoulder and stepped slightly closer to him, almost lean into him and yet they did not touch. "<font color="#c69bf6]I told you about my world and my people....[/font]" she whispered with a little grin on her lips, "<font color="#c69bf6]I'd like you to share some of your stories.[/font]" As a child would, wanting to be read a tall tale before bed, she moved both hands up to take one of his and pull him along behind her towards the bedroom. "<font color="#c69bf6]Tell me of the buildings and people. Of the cafe's and parks people gather at.....or other beings and what they look like.[/font]" it was clear she was excited to get him into bed with her, but not for the reasons one would think. She wanted him to weave stories of the stars, as he said he would.[/font]

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Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Ghostly - 10-02-2015

<sub><img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/Kg8kHEX.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]"<font color="d4a017]I suppose I have badgered you with more than your fair of questions tonight, it's only right that I give in on my part of the deal.[/font]" Ashrun came to where he stood, taking his hand in her own and eagerly leading him away from the kitchen. "The universe out beyond this tree covered spec of a rock is vast beyond imagination. More than anyone one person could ever hope to see even in an near infinite lifetime." He'd begin, thinking on what tell her. This was a conversation he could fill novels about, and to put it into context for someone like her to understand was a difficult challenge on it's own. Beyond that, he had the desire to ask even more of her with the added explanation of the primary city on Aman, but he bit his tongue. There would be time for further details, for him to gleam information on his own reconnaissance and discovery.

Once in the bedroom he'd start his exposition, before the two were even settled. As he'd learned the best way to get interest was a decent hook, after all. "Where to begin out of everything I have seen is no easy task, but I figure there is no better place than where I spent most of my early years. A giant blue marble out in the Sol System." Compared to this planet, his own was incomparable, not only in size, but in people, culture, and even in the make up of the land. Words alone could never describe a place such as visuals, but without any of his gadgets of the ship, they would have to suffice for now.

"<font color="d4a017]The environment there varies on the region you are in, from frigid winds, to dry baking heat, in some places you'd experience a full cycle of weather patterns. In the past there used to be dense jungle and forest growth across the land as is the case here, but as civilizations developed much of them were decimated for expansion of territory.[/font]" Azreal would pass by Ashrun in his steps towards the bed, pulling her behind him as she'd done earlier. If she was excited to hear his tales, then so to was he to tell them.

His pauses were brief, if only to be certain of how he wished to phrase his descriptions. That and to finally settle onto the soft mattress of the bed. "<font color="d4a017]Instead of trees the people built buildings of metal and glass, towering up to the skies in massive, sprawling cities holding tens of thousands of them to live in. Anything one could think of could be found in these central hubs. Industrious individuals created business of all sorts to cater to the needs of the many. To support such a population much is mass produced. Textiles, food, technological development, grand factories and acres and acres of farmland to keep up with an ever crowding planet.[/font]" Stretching his legs out, he placed a comfortable pillow beneath his head and let those eyes of fixate lazily onto the ceiling above. He'd expect Ashrun to take her place a position in either sitting or lying down next to him, which would make for what he was about to do all the better.

"<font color="d4a017]A species called humans are the majority on that planet, I would say they are not too dissimilar to how I appear.[/font]" As he'd done with her not long after they first had met, Azreal would show off his abilities by shifting from one face to the next as if to show off how different Humans could appear. First would be another man, taller than himself with a dark, tanned tone to his skin, his silky black, cut short to his head, his features were square and rigid, every detail giving off a sense of one that could dominate. After that a woman, about the same height of Azreal but much slimmer in build, what had been a baggy area in his chest filled out, along with a flare of lengthy auburn locks spilling across the pillow. Elegance defined her appearance perhaps someone of note where he came from with her fair, porcelain skin, though in this attire it was hard to imagine as such.

Currently back to how Azreal originally appeared, he'd continue on. "<font color="d4a017]Recently, travelers from across the stars have migrated there. Today I'd say it's quite a melting pot of cultures not only of their own, but of distant worlds.[/font]" The next forms might startle Ashrun, but she did want to see what existed out beyond her sight. His change this time would be more drastic, flesh would change hue to a light indigo in an almost translucent state. What clothes he had been wearing would fall in on themselves as his physique diminished in stature and gained in height. Were he standing on what were now two branching stalks of feet he'd likely be around ten feet. His limbs that were very much visible were so narrow that she could probably wrap her hands around them with ease. Essentially, he was sitting in the bed now, with his back rising up against the frame. Only now he'd look down upon her with an elongated, ovular face, lacking any distinguishing features including hair, just a set of opalescent orbs.

Then another grand alteration as he shrunk back down and expanded, not tearing through her brother's attire, but the fabric becoming tight against what was now dark red scales. A blunted head with reptilian features, also lacking in any hair now blinked it's strange yellow slits for eyes at Ashrun. Short and stalky, this was one of his more rugged forms to fight in. A lengthy tail awkwardly slid down one of the legs of his pants. All of these forms were only there for a few seconds once he finished shifting into them, and in the end came back to the face Ashrun knew Azreal as.

Like nothing had happened, he continued his story for her, this time about the strife his world had gone through, as her own had. "<font color="d4a017]In the past there used to be strict racial divides and class systems that kept the weak below the powerful; brutal wars across every continent killed millions. Even now here is still such segregation in some isolated regions, but most people are united as a whole, striving to better themselves and their peers. It is not a perfect society by far, but give it another thousand years and it just might be.[/font]" A quiet sigh for the progress his people had made, yet still so much work that had to be done. Now he'd turn to her, on his side to stare directly at her in all of her strange beauty. He truly enjoyed letting her eat up his words, though for now he was perhaps at and end, at least for now. "<font color="d4a017]Brilliant minds eventually came up with the means to easily travel beyond their world, which is how my own exploration began centuries ago, and in essence, how I ended up here.[/font]"

Winding down, Azreal resumed laying down on his back, his hands crossed over his chest. "<font color="d4a017]There is so much to tell you about my home, the oceans that stretch out beyond your sight, the government and politics that run the various civilizations, the various fashions that people have followed because of mass media, and the simpler times before long distance communication became so readily available. I think for tonight, I've said and shown enough.[/font]" Cracking an awkward grin, he let out a loud yawn and rubbed at his golden eyes wearily.</sub>

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Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Hobo_Bob - 10-02-2015

[size=small]Above many things, Ashrun could listen in complete silence. She watched every word leave his mouth as he moved past her to take the lead, explaining about his planet that used to be like her own. But was now full of cities and people. She wondered how they all didn't try to kill each other. Maybe the strongest of the clan leaders kept everyone in line. Maybe not with force, but another means that kept people from killing each other. Food. There were things she wanted to ask as be began his depiction the best he could. It had to be difficult to explain - as it had been for her - to tell someone about a place they had nothing to compare to. The cities she imagined to be like that of the mountain fortress of Aman. But not so inclusive. Still keeping her eyes on him, she managed to turn the lights off in the other rooms as they passed by. There was no reason to leave them on when both would not leave the bedroom for a few hours.

Her cheeks blushed a little at the different connotations of her own thoughts.

Once in the bedroom, he let her hand go and she closed the door behind her. It was something that made the room more safe to close the door. Not that anything or anyone had ever harmed her while she was here, but none the less it always felt right. The dim lights in the room illuminated a bit more. An almost white glow to grey and teal room. The bed was large for just her alone. But with him it would be enough to fit well with each other. he took no time in moving the covers of the bed and slipping in. Where he was coming down from the energy rush, Ashrun was still feeling excited about what he would tell her. Though she was not specific in her question, he did not stop in his tale long enough to be asked for a more specific detail. 

Ashrun nodded while he listed the things inside a city. Some she understood, others not so much. But that didn't matter too much now when he was settling in for the night. She too moved to the other side of the bed. Lifting the covers to slip under them but she did not lay down. Sitting cross-legged and facing him, the covers rested on her lap. She watched the way he rubbed his eye and smiled a little at that. Perhaps he would fall asleep soon and not finish his explanation. But it seemed he had a different idea.

From one face to the next, Ashrun watched the way he changed the way he looked. Showing the faces of people that both looked mono-tone in comparison to those from Aman and fascinating. She wanted to reach for his cheek and touch him in the first two transformations. See if he felt different than he normally did. 

But then his next changes almost made her jump from the bed. They both were entirely different, something from a nightmare and yet they were not fearsome. The first held no expression but was larger than the bed. Her eyes took in every detail of this form from the limbs she likened to twigs to the eyes. She did touch his hand his time, just a light caress to make sure her eyes were seeing what they were. But all too soon, he changed once more. This time, into something almost-....frightfully cuddly. Like a harmless creature of Aman, Ashrun bit her lower lip to keeping the excited giggle. Her heart raced against her chest as her hand still rested on the scaly hand of this form. Her touch was light and seemed to smooth along the flesh just enough to feel but not so entirely as to feel any weight. 

Once he was back in his normal form, Ashrun pulled her hand back from him. 

He explained about the politics of his world in a vague way. She knew all too well that such a thing as a perfect society was non-existant. Aman tried to do just that, but only in their small walls. Until they needed to get rid of older or what were deemed not suitables. He finished his tale, winding down to once more settle into bed. She had learned more about him and his shifting as well as about the type of a world he lived in. As well as what was outside of the small world she lived on had to offer.

Her wing stretched out while she raised her hands over her head to stretch. Back arching in the process. For a flickering moment, her arm shifted to what it would look like were it to be 'normal' and her wing flickered away as something in her shoulder cracked. But just for a moment, and then it was back to her wired mess. "<font color="#c69bf6]Hmm....for tonight, I think I agree...[/font]" Sliding along the bedding as she settled on her side facing him, Ashrun curled a little into herself. One arm wrapping around her waist and the other held to her chest, as if protecting her body from something. Like this, she lay facing him at a comfortable distance and yet still able to feel his warmth. They shared blankets and a bed, yet she could not lay at his side as one would when in bed with another. 

Once both were in bed, the lights shut off but for a small glow in the master bathroom. Giving light into an otherwise pitch dark room. Moving a little in bed, Ashrun slipped her hand over to him once more. The back of her hand rested on what she was hoping was his waist as she whispered in the dark, slightly muffled by the blanket over her. "<font color="#c69bf6]Thank you for the stories.....and....though I know you would rather not be here, I am-.....glad that you crashed here for me to find you. It is nice to-...have a friend.[/font]" [/font]

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Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Ghostly - 10-03-2015

<sub><img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/Kg8kHEX.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Azreal kept his tales obscure without solid details for a reason, to keep her wanting more, wondering about the snippets he'd given her and what else he had in store. That and he was bloody tired and to go into every fine point would be exhausting beyond measure. He was glad his shifting brought her amusement and awe, those he regularly spent his days around were far from amused at his parlor tricks beyond their use in a job. Both had settled down to slumber, but Ashrun left Azreal with one last lighthearted comment that clung to his heart.

'<font color="c69bf6]It is nice to-...have a friend.[/font]'

With those words dancing around in a fading conscious Azreal's heavy lids closed one last time before nodding off to a well needed sleep. Whatever trials that he was to face on this planet were just beginning, in that he had no doubt, but for once, perhaps it was pleasant to have another to stand by his side. Ashrun curled up next to him in bed with her hand draped over his midsection. This wasn't so bad, all things considered. He would make the best of this one way or another.

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If Azreal had unique oculars of his own, then the pair of sharp, blue hues directed his way across the shuttle craft were in different league all together. His held a sort of mystery behind them, his golden gaze stern and insightful, but always fleeting for their next encounter. What Azreal looked into now were viciously cold, like each a frozen world void of any life. There was no second guessing what a man like this was, and Azreal knew all to well what he was capable of.

"<font color="6a72e2]We did it, Azreal, and in no small part I have you to thank.[/font]" The interior of the shuttle was plush and lavish, probably worth more that most would ever see in their lifetimes. While Azreal sat refined with a leg crossed over his knee, hands in his lap, his partner was anything but, legs spread apart and the man slouched back into the fine leather cushions. Messy raven locks were tousled back as they shook from a brief bout of turbulence, to which he responded by rapping knuckles aggressively into wall behind him to immediately let their chauffeur know. The duo plus the pilot were all suited in a similar fashion, dark slacks and a matching coat, though where Azreal's shirt was a flashy gold. <font color="1979e6]The being opposite[/font] him wore a deep maroon, and despite the class of the attire, clearly was less than kempt, black tie lazily hung around the collar and shoulders of the jacket well worn and clinging loosely to his dominating figure.

Azreal wouldn't respond initially, garnering a slight snarl to the lips of the somewhat taller man before he spoke up a second time, this instance with a reverberating bass to his voice filling the small enclosure. "<font color="6a72e2]Relax.[/font]" He'd start, long and drawn out as if shutting out any outside sounds as the ship flew though the city skylines, though surprisingly it did just that as the couple fell into a deathly silent state apart from the words being said. "<font color="6a72e2]This a great victory for the both of us. You've been by my side as an ally for too many years to count now, and I don't expect that to change.[/font]"

Rising up from his seat, his presence from his previous position would seem to delay in catching up to his actual body, like a midnight shaded cloak of mist. He closed the short gap between the in a single step and gave reason for Azreal to stand to meet him eye to eye. "<font color="d4a017]Zeno.[/font]" Azreal let out in a typical suave expression, regal in tone and keeping rigid control over any fluctuation that might have been influenced by fear. "<font color="d4a017]How far are you planning to take this?[/font]"

The question went unanswered, the man now called Zeno taking his partner by the collar of the shirt and lifting him with what seemed to be such ease over to the back of the craft. Being pressed firmly against the back door, slowly metal hinges buckled and gave way, the hatch being torn away by the force of the ship's momentum. What had been a cityscape before was now a nightmarish amalgamation of the darkest sort. Skyscrapers became purplish flesh spires, skies of blue were clouded in pitch black, massive eyes within them twitching to peer in all directions.

"<font color="6a72e2]You know full well where this ends, and whether or not you are there at the final epoch lies solely on you.[/font]" What language Zeno replied in quaked the dreaming world, horrific groans echoing in concord in the atmosphere. Then he released Azreal with a callous glance cast downward as he fell. What would have been concrete streets were instead rivers of filth, ghoulish limbs grasping up at him to catch his descent and drag him below.

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Awakened with a start, Azreal sat up in the foreign bed, his chest pounding and digits gripping at the sheets. Right, a dream, a horrific one at that. Ashrun still slept soundly, hopefully at peace in her head unlike him. A light sweat to his back and face, he slipped from the covers and padded with sluggish steps out of the dimly lit room. Walking this off would be difficult, especially with how little he felt he'd slept, but there were far more pressing matters for him to deal with than a looming threat galaxies away from him. What threat Zeno might have posed was meaningless if he died here on this planet, though perhaps that would be a far better way to go.

The shifter found himself back in the kitchen, rummaging through drawers and cabinets looking for anything that might have been similar to coffee. Caffeine would help him snap back to his senses, and help him put that nightmare behind him, that was if anything of the sort even existed on Aman, right now he just looked like a bit of a madman scavenging about. This was far from his typical morning routine, if he could even call it that. Currently, he had no way to even determine the time of day.</sub>

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Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Hobo_Bob - 10-03-2015

[size=small]Most would think that living on a world as she did, one eye was always kept open while the other rested. But that was not something Ashrun had ever been good at. And she never strayed far from home where she could not return within a day or two. Hence why she always slept so soundly and deeply. Perhaps even more so with the warm body at her side. She did not draw closer to him and nor did that warmth move away while she rested. Dreams faded in and out, only to be replaced with memories. Some that did not feel like her own, but were none the less. Often, she wouldn't dream of anything. Or at least none that she could ever remember. But rarely - when she did dream - was she reenacting her own past. Moments with her father or brother, arguments with her sister or sometimes the others settlements. 

With the wing on her back, she could not toss or turn in her sleep. Nearly completely still and silent, only the soft breathing came from her to show she lived. And the occasional mumbled word into her pillow. But not all her dreams were good memories. It started off that way, but did not end very happily. Curling into herself more to fight the pain in her chest, Ashrun did try to move closer to where the warmth was. Looking subconsciously for Azreal even thought she would not ask for him, per say. 

But there was only the empty bed. 

Waking slowly with a groggy mind and a sore body, Ashrun looked to where her friend had been resting the night before. Or at least, she remembered he was there. She knew that he was real. The scent of someone else filled the pillow she clung to and the laundry bin was nearly over-flowing with clothes to put into the wash. Namely, his clothes poked out from the top with gold and black coloring. Yawning, she rolled onto her stomach in the middle of the bed and groaned a little louder. She did not want to move from her comfortable place. Maybe get more sleep. But like usual, she was not able to fall back to sleep since she had already awakened. Huffing in a little morning agitation, she slowly pulled herself up from the bed.

Or more like she lifted her bottom into the air to tuck her legs under body, pulling her torso up since her arms were busy clinging to Azreal's pillow and shoving it into her face. After a moment or two more of blinking away the sleep, her legs dragged her off the bed and into the bathroom, leaving the pillow on the bed while she used the master bathroom's facilities. Hands were washed, then face and teeth brushed. Hair un-braided to hang loose along her back kept together with a ribbon. Feeling not entirely awake still, she left the bedroom and moved across the rooms to Azreal looking through her kitchen in search of treasures.

"<font color="#c69bf6]Can I help you find something...[/font]?" she asked blinking from where she leaned on the door frame, looking ready to collapse at any given second. Thankfully she did not and instead looked at Azreal with half lidded eyes. "<font color="#c69bf6]It will take time, but I can prepare fruit and a hot tea for breakfast. Unless you desire something else...[/font]" Ashrun raised her eyes a little more, looking Azreal in the face for a moment before pushing herself off the door frame to walk to his side and take hold of the cuff of his shirt. She held him for a while then let him go to lean on the counter, looking very tired still. "<font color="#c69bf6]Morning....how did you sleep?[/font]" [/font]

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Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Ghostly - 10-05-2015

<sub><img style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/Kg8kHEX.png" style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;]Azreal was not one to be so shaken up, especially not by obscure tricks played by his mind. That particular man had a way of striking a unique sense of fear into others, the shapeshifter included, perhaps more son than most. It pushed him to focus on a threat he had not thought about at this point in time, but found himself unable to stray from. It was not outside of the realm of possibility for the organization he worked for to send out a search party to find a trace of one of their higher up officers. What would happen if Zeno himself came to seek him out? While busy in his own right, his "boss" was not without the means or drive to hunt down someone gone missing, certainly if he believed them to be cutting ties. With what Azreal knew about Zeno personally, and the intricacies of the organization, he was a loose end that would either be kept on a short leash, or snuffed out entirely. If he were to come to Aman, then Azreal likely would be rescued, but not before a merciless slaughter of the people of this planet.

With his nose in a pot of herbs that he had absentmindedly thought to unseal and smell to determine if they were of use to him in his current state, Ashrun herself stumbled into the kitchen. They were in fact but another spice of some variety, so he pulled back with a strange look of disappointment. Setting the container back where he'd found it with a yawn, Azreal wondered in his jumbled head whether or not he should even let her know about his night terror. The shifter did not see reason to hide what was essentially a trivial affair. Yet to even lay eyes upon Ashrun, like her his lids were struggling to remain open. A preferable option was to nod off where he stood to let his body catch even the quickest of rests; unfortunately, that simply would not come to be. "<font color="d4a017]Oh, no. I don't even know what I'm looking for, really.[/font]" Anything to keep himself from dwelling on less than enjoyable notions of a rescue, but that was no answer he deigned to give her.

The notion of tea would be what snapped him to his senses quicker whatever he was trying to attempt currently. "<font color="d4a017]Sounds perfect, it will certainly help wake me up more so than stumbling around as I am now.[/font]" Finally releasing himself from a mild bout of depression he'd groggily rub at his face. Ashrun's approach wasn't even caught until she'd managed to reach his person, taking hold of the cuff the shirt he'd slept in within her dainty grasp. Awkwardly, he looked down upon her with a tired smile, coming to realize that he'd never even bothered to run through any sort of morning routine after getting out of bed. What a mess he had to be at the moment. "<font color="d4a017]Relatively. I did get to sleep, I just had a less than pleasant dream.[/font]" Most forgot about their nocturnal illusions with haste upon waking up, but vivid images that he'd been privy to were not so easily cleansed from his mental pallet, nor was Zeno's chilling speech. The monster had that sort of presence though, there was no denying that even in his dreams he was a demon to warn your children about. Azreal wanted nothing to do with that particular subject though, not right now.

Instead, he'd make his way over to the same chair he'd sat in for dinner the night before to ramble off . "<font color="d4a017]I have some ideas on what I'd like to get done today, but I'm finding myself coming to a realization that even if I'm in a rush, it won't help me come up with a means to leave get off this world any faster.[/font]" The truth of the matter in his eyes, was that he was meant to be here for some reason or another, and until that purpose was served he would be staying here for a spell. Though, if his escape could be expedited in a way, Azreal was not one to let that opportunity slip by. "<font color="d4a017]So tell me, what's a typical day for you like? Unless we're just going to lounge about for a bit, which I'm not opposed to.[/font]" Golden hues were shot her way in curiosity, unable to wipe that smile from his features, despite all the stories he could tell, Azreal would always be partial to be the one to receive than to give.</sub>

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Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Hobo_Bob - 10-06-2015

[size=small]Perhaps it was tea that he had been looking for to begin with. Not that she could blame him, it was still a bit too early in the morning - perhaps barely moments from sunrise - and yet they both had already woken up to want a treat to start the day. More so, something about the dark, hot drink made her feel better about waking up and moving from her bed in these days. Squeezing energy out of wherever she was able to gather it from, Ashrun gave him a rather large nod. "<font color="#c69bf6]I have a few different varieties of blends. I will let you pick what suits your tastes[/font]." turning to face the cabinet above her, she opened the door and reached inside. Her toes held her in place while she fought with her vertically challenged issues and the counter digging into her hips while she reached past it. A few stumbling sounds and a box of something in hand later, Ashrun pulled out a rather large wooden box with multiple little drawers.

Ashrun took the box over to the table and set it down before Azreal. It looked less large now that it was not in her struggling hands. But an earthy scent came from it. Wood mixed in with various sweet and floral scents. Like opening a box of loose leaf tea in multiple containers.

"<font color="#c69bf6]Go ahead and pick what you would like. Just not this drawer....[/font]" she pointed to the little box on the top left. "<font color="#c69bf6]This one I-....do not recommend for you. At least today.[/font]" smiling softly in her sleepy stupor, Ashrun moved away to the kitchen once more to take a steel kettle from the bottom cabinet  and filled with water to warm on the electric stove. Grateful for her father being who she was that she could bathe in a clean space rather than scrounging around above on the dirty surface. To be able to indulge in her hobbies. Like tea's and sleeping. Smiling to herself at the little thoughts that came into her mind, Ashrun looked up at Azreal sitting at the table with a sleepy grin before looking down to slowly and carefully peel a few red, orange and yellow fruits that looked like mango had a child with guava.

She thought about what he said about why he did not sleep very well. Could it have been she made too much noise or moved in her own sleep? Perhaps he was not used to sharing a bed. if so, Azreal did not seem the type to not say so. Or more like he would but in a way that would not make it difficult for the other person. Regardless, Ashrun thought about his question while the fruit piled in the bowl slowly grew.

"<font color="#c69bf6]A day like today, waking too early, I tend to remain here at the base....[/font]" after a pause, she finished peeling the last fruit and set them aside to check the water for the tea. Steam was coming out of the spout but it did not whistle yet. Satisfied, Ashrun removed the kettle from the stove and set it aside. Her slipper covered feet padded along the kitchen floor to the cabinet where her dishes were to take out white porcelain mugs. "<font color="#c69bf6]For the last three weeks, I would leave for the settlement to pick the morning meal with the other women. Then it was split between the houses according to their need. Sometimes another's need was greater than mine....[/font]" sometimes not. She didn't say but the words were spoken in the silence none the less. "<font color="#c69bf6]Then it would be repairs or weaving. But since I no longer am part of a settlement, I suppose my time is yours to use as you need. After we harvest and hunt for tonight's meal.[/font]" the kitchen had little in the way of food. There were a few boxes of things dried and a wrapped half eaten loaf of bread they would finish that morning. So preparations were needed to feed both Azreal and she. 

Bread, fruit, kettle and cups were placed on a tray and brought over to the table for him. Inside both mugs was a spoon that had a small mesh ball attached to the end for easy brewing for their tea. "<font color="#c69bf6]What have you decided to start your morning with...?[/font]"[/font]

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Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Ghostly - 10-08-2015

<sub><img style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/Kg8kHEX.png]Initially, Azreal watched Ashrun while she made an attempt at retrieving whatever container she had to store her collection of teas. Personally, he preferred coffee if he could get it, but at the moment he was not one to be picky. Reaching up as high as she could for the top shelf, he admired her figure from behind in his semi-coherent state. From the bottom of her toes to the ends of her fingertips he looked at her muscles and lithe limbs working in tandem; with Ashrun in her current outfit it left little to the imagination. Another low yawn and he turned those inspective and curious hues back to his hands clasped together on the tabletop. He wasn't often one to peer at another without their knowledge, but when given an opportunity to do so with his own mental guards so low, it could hardly be helped.

Shortly thereafter, Ashrun returned with the box she'd been struggling to retrieve, setting it before Azreal for him to take in all of the wild scents it brought. Of course, when mentioning the one choice he could not have, he'd circle a lone digit across the wooden surface of the container with a goofy sort of grin as he cocked his head to the side to stare into those blue-purples eyes of hers. "<font color="d4a017]Well, now that you've told me, it only begs for me to try it sooner. I will heed your advice and pass on it this time.[/font]" Few had managed to work themselves through the cracks of his proverbial armor to get a man like him to loosen up so much so quickly. Ashrun was special in her own right, that was for sure.

Instead of following Ashrun's departure to view her actions, he would instead open the various drawers of loose-leaf tea. With sensitive ears the shifter could nearly envision her every movie while he pinched samples to bring to his nose. The clang of metal from the kettle, the material of her slippers sliding about against the floor as she moved. Then what little noise there was for a brief period became the soft breaths she took, fingers peeling at the different fruits he'd seen earlier. Finally, water coming to a boil and Ashrun replying to what he had asked before. All of this he would dwell on, though not so much that he wouldn't catch his friend returning with a waiting gaze of his own.

"<font color="d4a017]Yes, the needs of the community over the individual. A hunter-gatherer society, which makes sense considering the situation you all are in being outcast from the only...civilized hub of your people.[/font]" Azreal put the term civilized quite lightly, a pause beforehand to give thought on whether or not to even let the words slip out. Still, it wasn't meant as an insult, nor was he praising the one's holed up in what had been described as a fortress more so than a city. Like with Ashrun, like with this facility she called her home, like this world to a degree, everything had some point of intrigue to it here. A sense of the unknown would push him to investigate the capital in due time if only to see why those individuals thought themselves so righteous over those that they exiled. If the technology he'd seen thus far was of their own doing, or merely pilfered from travelers across the stars and repurposed for their selfish desires. Azreal didn't know, but he would. His life revolved around the bartering of information, and the lives that were balanced on strings because of it.

Ashrun set their breakfast and the pair was back to their seating arrangements from last night, to which Azreal had to wonder how many more of these sit downs they would have together. Surely they'd continue for his stay on Aman, the two were well on their way to being codependent. What would their relationship be like if he was able to fly away with her so to speak? This was a topic that he could spend far too long contemplating, so he broke the awkward silence on his part to show his choice of tea. "<font color="d4a017]I'll take a cup of this.[/font]" He'd left one of the drawers open and inside wafted a fragrant mixture of mint and citrus. Only then did Azreal tear at a slice of bread and chewed on it. The fruit she'd laid out was more tentatively selected, but after a bite from what appeared to be a mango with strange coloration he ended up going back in for another piece without hesitation. "<font color="d4a017]With myself taking up residence here, we will have to plan accordingly with how we being back food. I will say, I look forward to proving that I'm more than just a pretty face to have around.[/font]" Cracking a grin, he'd anxiously await his tea to finish steeping before he could take a sip from it. Perhaps it would help ease the sense of dread that had been hanging from his shoulders since he'd awoken.

"<font color="d4a017]I do request that we check out my ship though when we go back up to the surface. If safe to do so, I'd like to see if I could salvage a few things of my own.[/font]" Likely, his ship had not violently detonated, which was certainly for the best as it meant at least some hope could be had for escaping this planet. However, with Ashrun describing her people's tendencies to scavenge whatever they could get their hands on, it begged to question if someone or another had found his wreckage yet.</sub>

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RE: Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Hobo_Bob - 10-11-2015

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Somehow, the city being called civilized did not st well with her. True, he did pause before he said the word but even then she knew that he was thinking of something else. Not that he wasn't far from being wrong in his thinking - if he was thinking in the same way as she. Still, she turned the box to face her and looked into the drawer of tea that he picked. "This is one of my best blends. I hope you like it." bowing her head a little to Azreal, she drew his mug closer and pinched a healthy amount into the strainer on the end of the spoon. Just enough to make the tea mild, but not too much to feel wasteful if he did not like stronger tea. Carefully, she poured the hot water over the leaves and set his cup back to his side to let it rest while she made her own.

The drawer that she suggested he not use was opened and Ashrun placed one pinch into the strainer before adding the same selection as Azreal into her own mug along with the hot water.

She did not explain why he should not chose the blend and yet she used it for herself. There was a large amount left in the box, and it did not look to be any different than any other kind of dried leaves. Other than it was a crimson red instead of a more earthly tone. In the hot water, it did not seem to give off any different scent or coloring.

"Would you like a little sweeting for your tea?" Ashrun lifted the wooden box to set to the counter. The large box no longer between them, she sat down once more and waited for him to taste the fruit. It would be juicy, yet firm and not at all musky. Much like a lychee fruit in texture. But the taste would be a likeness to a subdued nectarine and plum. Sweet, but not entirely pure sugar with a little tartness to them. Paired with the bread and hot drink, it was altogether an enjoyable meal.

While stirring the spoon in her hot water, she giggled a little at his joke. True, he proved that he was a very handsome man. It was obvious she had an attraction to his appearance and his persona. In a way he matched her calm, quiet ways unlike anyone else she had ever encountered. Ashrun liked him. He was far from being a close, intimate friend that she could tell anything in her mind, but there were things he needed to know to live here. Even if for a little while. "I look forward to what type of harvest you can bring in. With your many shapes, quite alot i'd imagine than I can do on my own." She gave him a warm smile that ended with her bottom lip between her teeth as if she was suddenly embarrassed.

Both hands clasping the mug and bringing it to her lips to hide her face from his view only proved she was.

Taking a sip of the tea to test the heat, Ashrun nodded to herself and drank a larger amount. The heat rolled down her throat gently. Warm and sweet, aromatic on her tongue and warming her body down to the aching muscles. She could not help the way her eyes closed or the little sigh escape her throat in happiness. These small comforts were perhaps the best.

Like this - face partially hidden behind her mug and eyes closed, she replied to his request. "I think it would be best to go to your ship first and make as many trips as we can to hide it or move it. If possible. There are no settlements close by, and the people do not stray this far in the forest." opening her eyes, she looked at him with an almost dark smirk, "...it's haunted, you know..." the shadow in her smile faded away quickly and she laughed behind her hand that quickly came up to her face. Mug was set down after another sip and Ashrun pulled her legs up onto the seat to get more comfortable. " After we are done, there is still perhaps another hour before the first sun rises. The last sun will be upon us three hours later from first sunrise. I'd like to be back here before then so I can clean and store what we bring back. As well as amend my brother's clothes to better fit you." Though she did not know what it was on his ship that he would want to bring back with him, she was sure they would need to take at least three trips before it was too hot to hunt.

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RE: Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Ghostly - 10-13-2015

<sub><img style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/Kg8kHEX.png]Priding himself on a honed sense of refinement, Azreal wouldn't even make the slightest gesture to show he was pleased that his choice was one of her best blends. What he would notice was Ashrun adding a small pinch from the drawer she'd warned against him trying; it was unique in coloration, but rather lacking in what made one pick a variety of tea, a distinguishable smell. What would change between now and when it was acceptable for him to have a taste? A minor curiosity, but a nagging one all the same. With his tea steeping, Azreal could only wait patiently while taking more sensible bites of fruit and bread compared to the night prior. This was hardly a mean had in urgency, more so one of tranquility, a build up for what would hopefully be a less than hectic day.

Steam wafting up from his mug, Azreal let the herbal scents hit his nose and let his back slide somewhat into in the chair. She needn't worry, the golden eyed shifter knew without a doubt this was a drink to enjoy. Certainly a more pleasant start to his morning than the night terror he'd been apart of. Azreal waved off any addition to his tea, instead raising the wide rim of the cup to his lips to gently blow at the amber liquid.

Taking but a brief sip to test the strength of the brew, he gave an approving sigh before removing the strainer to set it aside. As with how Ashrun felt, he himself did not consider her his confidant. In fact, few were considered close enough for such a place in his inner circle. When one deal in deception, the trade of information that held one's life in the balance, and cold-blooded assassination, there was little room for error when picking one's companions. One wrong word slipped from their lips could endanger his safety, and likewise was true for him towards them.

His tongue was hot from the tea, but he preferred it as such as letting it cool too much would ruin the experience in his mind. The forms he could take would indeed prove useful in a hunt. One in particular because of it's size would make for ease in bringing back a sizable haul of supplies negating numerous future trips. "I think you'll approve of what else I have in store for you to see." If Ashrun was having fun with him, then so too was he by mimicking her by hiding his grin behind his mug. If he were to make it back to his ship though, barring the chance that it was either looted or completely destroyed, there were weapons and tools there to be used in furthering their survival.

Above all else though, was the cargo he'd been tasked to transport. Not that he thought the contents of value in the grand scheme of those that paid for it, as he'd taken a peek during one of the many spacial jumps. Quite a hefty price had been put up for it's safe keeping however, and likely if the attacking party did not come searching for his demise, than either his own organization, or the one's who bought their services would.

"My thoughts exactly. I don't know what if anything can be salvaged, but it would benefit us both to take a look as soon as we can. At the very least, it would let me confirm just how viable repairing the ship is, if at all." A long pause as Azreal was stopped suddenly by the weight of his own words sinking into his core. It was a truth he did not want to face were the situation more dire than he hoped it to be. Finding solace in this most important of questions would let look towards the truly long term scenario of living on Aman. "I don't know if we can hide a craft of it's size easily, but perhaps I can find a way to deter others from treading too close." Whether or not any of the auto turrets worked was not even up for consideration, but he might be able to find a way to activate the blast shields to seal the entrances; it would make for a more difficult attempt at breaking in.

"Trust me, if today will be anything like yesterday, I match your feelings on not wishing to stay out for any period past what is necessary." Even dressed in a far better breathing attire, Azreal had no desire to make several treks through the jungle whist dragging animal carcasses and sacks of supplies behind him, not with all three of those harsh suns beating down upon him. Finishing off his drink, he set the mug down in front of him and looked into Ashrun's periwinkle hues as he found himself doing more of as he grew more comfortable around her. "Are your people superstitious then. I've seen some strange sights in my travels, but I've never been much of one to fear the tales told to me as a child." Ignorant as it might have been, arguing a cultures ideals always made for interesting conversation at the least, and perhaps would give some hard facts for him to work with. Or she could be pulling his chain entirely, which was amusing all the same.</sub>

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RE: Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Hobo_Bob - 10-16-2015

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Something in the way he spoke about a form of his interested her. Like someone desiring to be entertained and gifted with amusement, she felt that eager peck at the back of her mind. This however did not alter the phrase "I approve of the shape of you now, anything more to show me will be the same." as it slipped from her lips before she could pause them. the words held a double meaning, one she knew would not escape his notice and yet she was not ashamed of her admission. Perhaps it was the sleep still in her eyes that muddled her brain to the fact that what she confessed was said aloud and not only in her head. Or perhaps a second of hope that the words were not heard due to how she hid behind her hand and mug, keeping the words masked. Or more so whispered gently.

Ashrun sat up - her legs pressing into her chest as she did so - and reached for a piece of fruit. Azreal was not as famished as he was last night, so she need not worry about not giving him enough to eat. but that knowledge that there was little readily available at this moment gave her pause as she looked to the fruit in her hand. Before, a hunting trip could keep her fed for almost a week. But with Azreal, she would need to bring in more food. Hopefully, whatever was on his ship - if not found and picked at by others - would be useful to them. She was hopeful that the ship could be moved closer to home and deeper into the woods. True, there were no settlements close by in which they would be disturbed but that did not mean an occasional merchant or wondering body did not find their way close to here. "I hope that your ship can be prepared. If there is anything here you can use to make a repair, please feel at ease in taking it. Nothing here is out of consideration for your repairs." Something about the way his eyes changed when he mentioned if his ship could be repaired seemed rather lost. Which would make sense, seeing as his only known means of leaving this world was the very thing he crashed here on.

She sat up on her knees on the chair, reached over the square dark stained wooden table to rest her hand over his. "Don't feel there is no hope. I've not discovered half of this base, so perhaps with you to read what I cannot it will lead to something to help you get home." she did not like seeing the moment of loss in his eyes. It pained her and reminded her of someone else that wore the same appearance. Taking a moment longer to touch him, she pulled away and sat back into her seat. Cup in hand and bread before her.

A few moments in comfortable silence fell over them as she planned their day. It was hard to completely time things since she did not know what he would be able to do to help. Azreal's skills and abilities were unknown to her. So, she planned things as if she were alone. If they returned back earlier, all the better.

Looking up as the words about the weather sunk in, she gave him a nod while hiding a new yawn. "Yes...once all three suns are up, the weather is much too warm to withstand easily. But in another rotation, there will be a single sun in the sky and the frost will come. There will be no leaving the base once it is frozen. If we can make your repairs within another 40 sun-rises, all the better. Otherwise there will be no leaving to reach the surface and focusing on growing what I can here to have things to eat." Ashrun watched him for some sign of resignation or determination. He did not know of the beasts that traveled in the snow from the mountain city. In the frost, they were able to come down to the settlements and hunt. Children were the prime targets, and then women. Men once in awhile. Like her brother, taken without a reason and were simply gone.

Ashrun yawned once more and rested her head back onto the back of her chair, setting her empty cup down before her. "....Perhaps if we leave soon, we can return wash up and take a rest. If you are not opposed to a fairly lazy day in bed with me..." chuckling to herself, she forced her eyes to open and look across the table once more.

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RE: Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Ghostly - 10-21-2015

<sub><img style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/Kg8kHEX.png]A cock of his eyerow from behind his own mug was all Ashrun would receive for the moment as he took a long sip of the soothing tea. Setting the nearly empty glass down it was clear he had that air of peace about him. Regardless of the trials that were to come his way, their way, he could accept it having made a friend out of it all. "So it seems you are a bit of a flatterer yourself." Behind that smile he wore though, his thoughts were as always racing at light-speed. Could he make a life for himself here on Aman? In all of its savage and primitive ways, he saw potential for growth, certainly how readily they adapted technology pilfered from off-worlders. The answer was yes. However, would he also do everything within his power to return to the freedom of the stars?

That question did not even require a mental reply.

Still, apparently his restrained hold of his features had cracked enough for Ashrun to glimpse at the distraught he felt in his plight. Her soft digits graced over his own, and he'd turn his hand over to rub his thumb comfortingly against her, as if to reassure his companion that he was alright. When she returned her hand to her person, Azreal clasped his together and placed them in his lap, eyeing her across the small table as she'd been doing to him all morning.

Forty sunrises, forty days. The time frame Azreal now had set for repairing his ship, and if that failed finding an alternative means off of this planet. An inopportune period for him to have crashed here. From sunrise to sunset did not seem to be too far off from a typical cycle back home, but the peaking trio of suns in the sky overhead made any task unbearable to accomplish, cutting their window significantly. The shifter did not fear the cold, certainly he was better suited to such environments, but Aman was anything but ordinary from what he'd gathered in his short experience. If it meant that he would have to solely fend off the wildlife instead of her people, perhaps then would be a far more beneficial stretch to attempt working on his vessel. This was all conjecture until proven otherwise.

"Thank you, this facility fascinates me. I cannot wait to explore every inch, and if anything is found to be of use in repairing my craft, or aiding in our survival, then that's all the better."

The truth of the matter was that Azreal planned to scavenge whatever he could from the numerous rooms and building in this underground base regardless of her wishes. Thankfully, Ashrun was sympathetic to his cause, and clearly interested in helping not only her partner, but in discovering whatever the group that left this expansive structure behind was up to. Well, maybe the latter was a touch of projecting on his behalf, but all the same, she did not seem opposed.

Sitting more rigid in his chair now he'd since finished his cup of tea, lacking any desire in seconds either in food or beverage. Instead, he was raring to go, not that he visibly expressed such desires. Azreal had yet to see what was required in securing their well-being on this harsh world, but he'd quickly adapt once shown the path. With his wit, skills, and ability, he had no doubt in his benefit to Ashrun, now he just had to prove it.

"Looking forward to another story I see? Or am I just that pleasant to have so close? How can I say no to that?"

He'd be lying if he said that teasing Ashrun wasn't becoming a favorite pastime of his, she just made it easy to poke fun at, that and he found her each of reactions priceless. At the end of the day, if they were to get the work they needed to done with, then relaxing by her side in a comfortable bed sounded perfect. "I'd suggest a sizable tarp of some sort to bring with us. I have a larger form that would be suitable for transporting most of whatever I can take from the ship in one trip hopefully."</sub>

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RE: Owl-butterfly's crash into Chair - 1x1 (closed) - Hobo_Bob - 10-28-2015

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The moment his hand turned to take hers - that long digit caressing her skin and enticing a blush to her cheeks - Ashrun knew that he would be alright. There was much more for him to be concerned about than he realized, and more on his mind than she knew that anyone could think. Still, she was glad that Azreal had come across her path. Even if only for the sake of her own selfish reasons.

Time passed as both partied kept to their own thoughts. She thinking of preparations for the cold days and he most likely on his ship. True enough, her desire to share with him all she could of her home and the base around them seemed the delight it. If not for the fact that he already had intention of doing so - not that she knew of course - but that he could possibly show her things about her home she did not even know. Such as the rooms of glass tubes and strange colored liquids. Things she had been warned to stay from without any real reason. Other than a parent warning their child of possible danger. As an adult, she grew more curious what they were and what they did.

Ashrun knew she was illiterate. Words were just a mess of letters. But she could read a letter or two. But that was mostly useless when there were other things to be done instead of learning to read. Hopefully, Azreal was more educated than she. He appeared to be but that could be as much as a farce as his appearance. Not matter how pleasing.

Looking from her hands up to him as he teased her again, Ashrun bit on her lower lip from the corner of her mouth, pulling the plump piece of flesh into her mouth as she almost shrank away. Mostly from the insinuation she had suggested of them by sleeping together, but including the way he seemed to enjoy his antics by toying with her emotions. Not cruelly, but enough of a poke to get her each time. "I do enjoy-....did enjoy having you as a bed-fellow. I slept far too well, I think, beside you and dreamed better than I had in many solar rotations because of your stories." her legs were pulled up closer to her body and hugged tightly so her face was nearly hidden by her knees; her eyes the only thing he would be able to see as she hid behind herself again.

"I believe there is a cart in the rest area that might have a tarp...."

Once her words died off in reply against the skin of her knees, she all but leapt from her seat when the small clock on a shelf by the large black wall-box chimed 4 times. "It's getting too late. We should hurry to leave..." she managed to say before passing him and going into the bedroom once more to change into something much as the same she had on the day before. However the colors were a more green tone and paired with cobalt blue slacks.

She had to find shoes for his feet that would fit. Once mostly dressed, she came out of the room - holding the tie on blouse against her body while a band of white cloth held her breasts close to her chest. "Uhm-....Azreal...? Will you be needing shoes...?" she managed to say from behind the wall she hugged from the side.

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