One Who Is Killed

Yeah, it's..possible. I don't remember a whole lot from that time. I mean, most of my memories are things I had to learn with Durzo. -Leans into her hand, cupping it and sighing.- I think I remember seeing a girl with bright hair, though.

That was how you lived before being a wetboy? Scrounging food? You were a guild rat?

Such as?

-Laughs, rubbing the back of his head.-

Yeaaah, unfortunately..wasn't the most glamorous life. Had to pay a fee just to get food every week, and it was hard getting that. Me, Jarl and Elene, was always the three of us. We looked after Elene, and Jarl..he had this mad scheme of saving what money he had so we could get out.

-Kicks at the ground, falling quiet.-

But then a lot of shit happened, and...well, the kid that was part of the Black Dragon guild died, and Kylar took his place.

The list would take hours.

Yes, I am good on materials. I’ve been making some dresses for me and new pants for you. We need to stock a little more on food, you might not notice but you eat quite a lot.

Why thank you I am glad my ass won you over before everything else did.

I--uh--my bad. Never really notice..yeah, I'll make sure to stock more food. It's just so weird having a steady supply of food available at any time, instead of scrounging for it. It's nice, y'know?

A lot of things won me over but that was the first step.

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TMI Tuesday

I thought it would be a good thing to do. You’ve been working hard on that construction site, you need a rest.

None of that, I like making outfits and you need new outfits. Though for Halloween you can easily wear your wetboy grays and everybody will think it’s a costume. not to mention you look fantastic in your grays.

Uh, sure..and you're good on cloth and thread, right? 'Cause I can always get you more if you need more, it's not like we're hurting on money or anything.

I think you look better considering I basically fell in love with your ass when we had to work together.

Ball, what ball—what—

There’s a ball at the city hall. It’s like the balls the king before Logan used to throw, with masks and fancy dresses. And I made you an outfit for it, something like what we’re used to wearing.

Oh! I had no idea they did that here--uh, you..wanted to go? Did I forget again--

You made me an outfit? Vi, you didn't have to..

onewhokills replied to your post: Ugh, we’re late already! /sits on her bed,…

Late for what?

The ball! I made you a costume for it, it’s on the table at the living room.

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Ball, what ball--what--

HUUUUUUARRRGGGGHH *screams into eternity* THE NIGHT ANGEL TRILOGY IS GETTING A GRAPHIC NOVEL! LOOK AT THESE CHARACTER SCKETCHES! THEY LOOK LEGIT! http://www.brentweeks.com/extras/graphic-novel-character-sketches/

AAAHH THIS IS MY FAVORITE SERIES EVER! AND ITS GUNNA BE A FREAKIN COMIC- *explodes*

#JO LOOK HAVE YOU SEEN THESE

Really now—you sound overconfident, if I am to be honest.

-Shrugs.- Don’t have to prove myself if I know it’s true.

Then don’t be offended if I don’t believe you. [spreads his hands, shrugging in return]

Can't help but be offended since I put life and limb on the line to accomplish that and basically save my home continent.

#you're an ass.

How can you claim to be the best when you do not know of anyone else’s skills in such a matter?

Because that’s just how it is. I’m sure other people are good, but simply put, no one can be better than me.

Really now—you sound overconfident, if I am to be honest.

#Yeah cause that really weighs up against the shit I went through.

-Shrugs.- Don't have to prove myself if I know it's true.

…Your point being? It’s not a claim, it’s the honest truth.

How can you claim to be the best when you do not know of anyone else’s skills in such a matter?

#I've taken down kings and gods.#Literally.#Ask my girlfriend she can back me up on that.

Because that's just how it is. I'm sure other people are good, but simply put, no one can be better than me.

#I CAN MAKE HEADS ROLL #BEST KILLER AROUND RIGHT HERE

Per favore. A bold claim to make, amico.

#BOUNTY I WILL TAKE BOUNTY #I CAN MAKE HEADS ROLL #BEST KILLER AROUND RIGHT HERE

...Your point being? It's not a claim, it's the honest truth.

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Jarl scoffed at that. “You’re the one who told me Azoth was—” Dead. He stopped himself before the word slipped out, but just barely. The last thing he needed to do was be dragging up old corpses just when they’d finally gotten a chance for the closest thing they’d probably ever have to a fresh start.

A few moments of heavy silence followed the near slip, so eventually he grinned and patted his old friend on the shoulder to clear the air, acting as if nothing had happened. “That’s the worst excuse for a hug I’ve ever seen! And, nah, don’t worry; just— old habits, right?” He laughed. “Been too long, if you ask me,”

#aw man though can you imagine if we get a Momma K or an Elene #b ye

"Hey, it could've been a repeat of that time I managed to knock you down and split your lip when we were kids." Kylar shrugged, knowing full well what Jarl had meant. It was true. Azoth was dead, he'd been replaced by Kylar. But Jarl and Doll Girl, Elene..the two of them had always made Azoth feel alive again.

Grinning right back, he leaned forward to poke a finger into Jarl's chest. "Always old habits. And yeah it has, I was beginning to think you were avoiding me." He paused. "Well. More like I had the misfortune of being brought here and you were still a lucky guttershite that got to stay in Cenaria."

#i'm so glad i have kylar because a month ago i was so tempted to make a gAVIN BLOG #ooc

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Jarl was making his way through the typically-crowded street when he was all but tackled from behind. He lurched forward with a loud “oof,” nearly toppling over under the embrace (if it could be called that), in a movement that, somewhere in the back of his mind, he recognized as being unacceptably inelegant.

For the briefest moment, he was entirely at a lose as to what exactly just happened, but he would recognize the voice that called his name anywhere. “K-Kylar?” He turned to see his age old friend - because, and hopefully always would be, his friend, even if their lives had taken such different turns and they hadn’t been on the best terms last they’d met. “What are you—” He shook his head, recovering himself from the shock of such a dramatic greeting. “Last I remember, I didn’t think it was your style to accost people in the middle of the street, in broad day light, no less,”