<img style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" style="avatar" src="http://i.imgur.com/Kg8kHEX.png]Despite his best intentions to refrain from catching her reaction to his less than mature humor -- which he fully realized after the fact -- Azreal couldn't help but watch in awkward silence as each came to a halt. Ashrun gave him more than just a once over, he clearly understood that she had taken his comment quite sincerely. Truly, he was ashamed in taking advantage of her for a joke. In this he was a lesser man, a humbling realization considering how highly he thought of himself on a regular basis. From his first breath of air on this planetoid, he consider a being with his talents practically a god compared to whatever primitive beings he might have encountered.
Not to say Azreal didn't find Ashrun physically attractive, the statement wouldn't have been made in the first place if she wasn't appealing to his tastes. Physicality was insignificant, or close to it in a relationship with a shapeshifter like himself. Whatever form he desired he could take on as his own. There are no limits to what qualities he could give himself, mixing and meshing together; it was how he came to have his current visage after all. What Azreal needed out of others was a particular sense of self. Ashrun was shamed by her entire species, she had no family to speak about, and each day was one spent in solitude. Despite what would likely emotionally crush most people, she stood strong, or at least played the part well. She may not have developed what he considered technical marvels for this world, but she kept it safely as her own. The Valar still roamed the jungle above and interacted with her kind despite the prejudice they placed upon her very name. At the end this inflicted exile, when Azreal left this miserable rock, he could see her traveling away with him. He'd nurture her ability, and show her how grand the universe can be through his life.
However, this was a ways off, at the moment he did not even have the slightest idea on how badly damaged his craft was. If it was completely inoperable, then a new ship would have to be found if it even existed. Were he able to service his starship, he'd have to somehow learn how to repair it with inferior parts. The possibilities for a long term outcome here were near endless, until he had a better grasp of the situation that is.
All of these thoughts were distractions running through his brain at a rapid fire pace, anything as to not judge himself any further over what he had said. It got even worse though, as she suddenly turned away, declining his bravado with barely a whisper. Even as she regained her composure to justify her reasoning, it wouldn't help alleviate any of the guilt filling his gut. Azreal wouldn't reply immediately with anything more than an understanding look in his eyes and a brief nod at first, following further behind as she carried on her way through the facility. His guarded control over his features wouldn't falter even in his shame. A master of masks, were he so easily shaken up a knife would have been twisted in his back years ago.
Ashrun seemed quite willing to brush off his innuendo to guide him from one room to the next, and Azreal didn't cease to show interest in everything she showed off. The common room was spacious to put it lightly, too much for one woman to ever use all by herself, which he gathered from the second he stepped out of the elevator.
"<font color="d4a017]It was worth it.[/font]" Azreal said bluntly, though with how he was still inspecting the even the walls they passed by, he meant it. "<font color="d4a017]Like I said, your home is incredible. A structure this large could house dozens. I wonder who the old caretakers were, and what the purpose might have been.[/font]" Aimless ramblings, the golden locked gentleman wondered what was hidden away in all of the rooms he'd seen, certainly the ones marked as laboratories. His curiosity was came to a peak at the label above where Ashrun described as her own room. Who could the captain have been? If they were even around after deserting this base what had to have been decades ago.
Stepping inside behind her Azreal let out a quiet sigh, events had tried him both in body and mind. Stability was required for him to start on the proper path, and at the very least, Ashrun seemed like the best individual to hedge his bets on currently. Passing her by, he wasted little time in finding a chair to drop down into, fingers idly fiddling with the buttons of his intricately patterned vest. Sliding the garment over his arms it hung over the wooden back. His satchels clumped to the floor with two clasps around his shoulders undone. Slumping down somewhat he fumbled for an item in his breast pocket. Tired orbs viewed her from behind cracked lenses as he found what he was looking, a pair of simple glasses now rest along the brim of his nose. "<font color="d4a017]Ashrun, are other safehouses such as this?[/font]" Who built them didn't matter, not that it wasn't a affair for him to wonder about. What mattered, was that if more of these places were out in the savage lands above, he'd not hesitate in pillaging them all to fix his ship if he had to. A wave of his hand stopped any further questioning though, Azreal wouldn't bother her with this right now. Standing up he stretched out his lower back with a groan and continued. "<font color="d4a017]Never mind that, there will be time to discuss plenty I'm sure. A long soak sounds perfect right about now.[/font]"
A moment to himself and his contemplative intellect was what he could use most. This planet...no, Aman had mysteries abound for him to solve, his companion one of them. He'd get to know her better than anyone else, and she would be his to use as both a friend and a tool to create a means to escape. Safety, at least here seemed assured; food wouldn't be an issue, and if it was he'd secure an adequate stockpile with her help. Azreal wouldn't be leaving in the near future, that much he did not hold any illusions of. Eventually he'd branch out to other settlements to see just what he was dealing with on this world. The end goal would be the city, and if there was no help to be found there, then perhaps these bunkers might be the key; if not in repairing his craft, then sending a message a great enough distance to be found. His back facing her, Azreal reached towards the ceiling with those length limbs before dropping them to his sides with a content exhale. "<font color="d4a017]I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable earlier. I truly value your faith in me, and I appreciate what our friendship is and could become.[/font]"
Of course, he did say he had a silver tongue.
Not to say Azreal didn't find Ashrun physically attractive, the statement wouldn't have been made in the first place if she wasn't appealing to his tastes. Physicality was insignificant, or close to it in a relationship with a shapeshifter like himself. Whatever form he desired he could take on as his own. There are no limits to what qualities he could give himself, mixing and meshing together; it was how he came to have his current visage after all. What Azreal needed out of others was a particular sense of self. Ashrun was shamed by her entire species, she had no family to speak about, and each day was one spent in solitude. Despite what would likely emotionally crush most people, she stood strong, or at least played the part well. She may not have developed what he considered technical marvels for this world, but she kept it safely as her own. The Valar still roamed the jungle above and interacted with her kind despite the prejudice they placed upon her very name. At the end this inflicted exile, when Azreal left this miserable rock, he could see her traveling away with him. He'd nurture her ability, and show her how grand the universe can be through his life.
However, this was a ways off, at the moment he did not even have the slightest idea on how badly damaged his craft was. If it was completely inoperable, then a new ship would have to be found if it even existed. Were he able to service his starship, he'd have to somehow learn how to repair it with inferior parts. The possibilities for a long term outcome here were near endless, until he had a better grasp of the situation that is.
All of these thoughts were distractions running through his brain at a rapid fire pace, anything as to not judge himself any further over what he had said. It got even worse though, as she suddenly turned away, declining his bravado with barely a whisper. Even as she regained her composure to justify her reasoning, it wouldn't help alleviate any of the guilt filling his gut. Azreal wouldn't reply immediately with anything more than an understanding look in his eyes and a brief nod at first, following further behind as she carried on her way through the facility. His guarded control over his features wouldn't falter even in his shame. A master of masks, were he so easily shaken up a knife would have been twisted in his back years ago.
Ashrun seemed quite willing to brush off his innuendo to guide him from one room to the next, and Azreal didn't cease to show interest in everything she showed off. The common room was spacious to put it lightly, too much for one woman to ever use all by herself, which he gathered from the second he stepped out of the elevator.
"<font color="d4a017]It was worth it.[/font]" Azreal said bluntly, though with how he was still inspecting the even the walls they passed by, he meant it. "<font color="d4a017]Like I said, your home is incredible. A structure this large could house dozens. I wonder who the old caretakers were, and what the purpose might have been.[/font]" Aimless ramblings, the golden locked gentleman wondered what was hidden away in all of the rooms he'd seen, certainly the ones marked as laboratories. His curiosity was came to a peak at the label above where Ashrun described as her own room. Who could the captain have been? If they were even around after deserting this base what had to have been decades ago.
Stepping inside behind her Azreal let out a quiet sigh, events had tried him both in body and mind. Stability was required for him to start on the proper path, and at the very least, Ashrun seemed like the best individual to hedge his bets on currently. Passing her by, he wasted little time in finding a chair to drop down into, fingers idly fiddling with the buttons of his intricately patterned vest. Sliding the garment over his arms it hung over the wooden back. His satchels clumped to the floor with two clasps around his shoulders undone. Slumping down somewhat he fumbled for an item in his breast pocket. Tired orbs viewed her from behind cracked lenses as he found what he was looking, a pair of simple glasses now rest along the brim of his nose. "<font color="d4a017]Ashrun, are other safehouses such as this?[/font]" Who built them didn't matter, not that it wasn't a affair for him to wonder about. What mattered, was that if more of these places were out in the savage lands above, he'd not hesitate in pillaging them all to fix his ship if he had to. A wave of his hand stopped any further questioning though, Azreal wouldn't bother her with this right now. Standing up he stretched out his lower back with a groan and continued. "<font color="d4a017]Never mind that, there will be time to discuss plenty I'm sure. A long soak sounds perfect right about now.[/font]"
A moment to himself and his contemplative intellect was what he could use most. This planet...no, Aman had mysteries abound for him to solve, his companion one of them. He'd get to know her better than anyone else, and she would be his to use as both a friend and a tool to create a means to escape. Safety, at least here seemed assured; food wouldn't be an issue, and if it was he'd secure an adequate stockpile with her help. Azreal wouldn't be leaving in the near future, that much he did not hold any illusions of. Eventually he'd branch out to other settlements to see just what he was dealing with on this world. The end goal would be the city, and if there was no help to be found there, then perhaps these bunkers might be the key; if not in repairing his craft, then sending a message a great enough distance to be found. His back facing her, Azreal reached towards the ceiling with those length limbs before dropping them to his sides with a content exhale. "<font color="d4a017]I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable earlier. I truly value your faith in me, and I appreciate what our friendship is and could become.[/font]"
Of course, he did say he had a silver tongue.
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