Re: Luna Online: Warriors at Heart

[Nyako-Chan]

"Hm, I figured it would have been obvious. Apparently not." He made a tsking sound with his tongue. "Shame about that. I assumed, be it wrong of me, that you'd take the posture as a key hint." Females and their one track minds, really now. They had been so focused on Az, they failed to notice Arxingall wrapped around the blonde. One would think after everyone else muttering and looking that they'd catch on too. "I'd be his boyfriend, thanks loads for noticing." He usually wasn't so wordy with explanations, but then, he usually didn't stand up for someone. He spoke with his bow and arrows, fighting usually helped him speak, such as the incident with Az.

[RippedNose]

Azlada would have thought it obvious too, but these idiots were too focused on him to notice anything else. At the mention of their posture, he watched their eyes travel down his body to rest on Arxingall's arms, glaring at the offending limbs. "You've got to be kidding me. Az, why are you letting this faggot touch you? You can't really be gay. That's just stupid" she looked at him as if daring him to contradict her. Azlada glared, turning as best he could with his armor in the way and captured Arx's lips in a kiss, holding it for a moment before turning to look at them.

"Fuck off" was all he said, lifting his chin defiantly and waiting for them to leave. The minute the leader huffed and flew off, looking pissed off, the others followed, a few dropping insults in their wake.

[Nyako-Chan]

Arxingall hadn't expected the kiss from Az, but he didn't mind it. He had kissed back, sighing through his nose contentedly. They could be happy even with the nuisances there. Well, not as happy as one would define happy, but still they could enjoy themselves with pests in the area. When they left trailing a few choice insults and names, Arxingall watched them leave and glare back at them. "Hunh, faggot, hm?" Words insulting gays were painful, people couldn't even say the word gay anymore, even if it was what they were, due to mass insult on the title.

[RippedNose]

Azlada sighed, glaring at the girls until they were out of sight. "Well I'd rather be a faggot than a whore" he said firmly, quite sure of that. Whores were all those girls were, and they could go kill themselves, for all he cared. "Don't expect that he be the last of them. They'll be back once they've forgotten about it or something." He really wished they would just leave him alone, but he had a feeling that wasn't going to happen any time soon. But maybe they would get the hint sooner or later.

[Nyako-Chan]

"They'd forget something so blatant, something more than one witnessed, and come back?" Arxingall questioned, because he didn't think people were that ignorant. Maybe they would try to forget and then just pretend it never happened, only to either be resistant to it, or experience the shock of it over again. As they called it, rinse cycle. "They've been stalking you for how long now?" They seemed pretty adamant on Azlada, insisting that he'd fall for them eventually. They probably went around doing that to most guys, loner guys, or the ones taken, seducing them away for maybe a few nights.

[RippedNose]

Azlada nodded, having witnessed it happen more than once. "Yeah. I've told them I'm gay about eight times. I think they think I'm lying or something" he sighed, wishing they would just bother somebody else and leave him alone, as long as it wasn't Arxingall that they decided to bother next. He had to think about that question for a moment, humming lightly. "Err, about a year and a half now?" he guessed, pretty sure he was at least somewhat accurate. It was a rather scary thing to think, but he managed to stay away from them most of the time.

[Nyako-Chan]

"Scary." He couldn't imagine stalking a one sided love or crush for a year and a half. Giving up had to hit some time, especially when absolutely no interest was shown. They were persistent, determined, and air headed, the perfect combination for an unfortunate female stalker. "They must be ignoring that, not forgetting it. They're hoping you'll come around, is my guess," Arxingall said, guessing on the human behavior. It was the opposite gender they were talking about, the mysterious, complicated gender that couldn't be figured out. Arxingall could be wrong, or maybe right, he was basing it off of normal human actions.

[RippedNose]

"Yeah. One thing that keeps me moving from place to place. I'm scared they're going to find me" Azlada shook his head, wondering if there was some way for them to finally believe him, and leave. He could probably come up with some kind of plan. "Maybe. I honestly don't know what's going on in their heads, and I don't want to know" he had a feeling if he did, he might get mentally scarred. Females had problems, as far as he was concerned. And they could keep those problems to themselves.

[Nyako-Chan]

He had a good point, females thought about things Arxingall didn't need to think of. His sister, for example, as she was always the example, his only example, to say the least, loved fangirling over small things he didn't understand. Kobolds was the thing he didn't get, her obsession with the furry, stinking creatures. She liked looking at them and listening to them talk about the doggy next door. Oddly enough, she liked killing Goodfellow and Brashi often. Brashi, Arxingall understood. Why he didn't kill Goodfellow, he wasn't sure. "Good to be male, I take it," he said, suggesting Azlada thought so.

[RippedNose]

"Definitly good to be male. Girls get involved in so much drama shit anyways. We're out here fighting for the Blue Land, nobody cares who's having a bitch fight with who because somebody cheated" Azlada rolled his eyes, tired of hearing that from the time he was in the party with the girls. Even walking through Alkar Harbor was painful, when that was all he heard people yacking about. He wanted to tell them all to stop being so concieted and superficial, but that would just get him a bunch of angry women trying to kill him.

[Nyako-Chan]

"They do do that, don't they?" Humans and elves weren't that much better than one another, both had problems with selfishness, obscenity, etc. All fatal flaws that would kill them one day. Arxingall would not deny he had faults that would be the death of him, but he did try to keep himself from a lot of the other things that wrapped the creatures of the Blue Land in arguments and jealousy and such. He liked to think he might escape some of those trivial matters, but now that he was with Az, he might just wind up in some of them. Az, in his opinion, was not a trivial being, like some others were, and definitely worth time to work with.

[RippedNose]

"Mhmm" Azlada sighed, leaning back into Arxingall a little bit, getting more comfortable now that the girls were gone. His armor made this whole thing not as nice as it could be. He was tempted to ask if he could take it off, but decided against it. He was well aware that he had many flaws and problems, but his own were ones that he could live with. "One of the many reasons I prefer men. Plus, they're a lot hotter" he grinned, unable to help but add that part. Sure, girls could be pretty, but he didn't understand the attraction some men had to them.

[Nyako-Chan]

"I haven't been one to notice gender attraction and compare them, actually," Arxingall replied, now just thinking about it. Some of the females were pretty, or at least decent. A lot of the males were loud, but at least looked eye catching. He couldn't really say which was better, he didn't really care. Bisexual, maybe? He didn't know, he didn't feel any attraction platonically or sexually for females. Males, he didn't even know. he didn't know what he was, but had to take liking Azlada as a sign that he was at least bi. Time would tell, and maybe he'd actually focus on this to figure it out.

[RippedNose]

Azlada craned his neck to look at the other elf, giving him a confused look. ". . . Seriously? How old are you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Most people by now would at least know who they were attracted to. It had to be impossible to not have any childhood crushes, or walk past somebody and think about how hot they were. It was just crazy for that not to happen. But for some reason, if he could pick any person to say that would happen to, it would be Arx.

[Nyako-Chan]

"It doesn't always deal with age," Arxingall told him, though a lot of it did because of puberty kicking in for boys and such. "In my case, I just didn't want to hook up with anyone." Apathy more like, that he hadn't been interested in any gender. "As for my age, though, eighteen, hitting nineteen, then twenty, eventually." The people in the Blue land took forever to look mature, maybe it was Luan's love for youth and such, but they always all looked like children. They'd get taller eventually, just, they were only waist height to the adults.

[RippedNose]

Azlada raised an eyebrow, pretty sure it had everything to do with age, but he ignored it. It was like a timeline, from thinking girls had cooties, to trying to flirt by being mean to the girl/guy you liked, to being a cute couple, to being a bunch of horny teenagers. It was how it worked, and always would. "Damn. You're older than me. I'm seventeen" he shrugged. He would have said Arxingall was the more mature one, hands down, but there was no way to predict their ages, since they looked pretty close.

[Nyako-Chan]

"Being older doesn't do much," Arxingall said, "for some, maybe, but not everyone." Azusa had been older than him by a few years, a little immature sometimes, but still looked pretty close in age. How old would he be now? Arxingall was pretty sure he'd be twenty something. Goddess, when did he start looking for him again? The Guild he had started didn't have anyone speaking or coming around. It had died when Azusa went missing. Arxingall swore to himself he'd stay until Azusa himself kicked him out, he'd stay as long as he needed to. He wanted that kind of dedication to be with Az, too. He wanted to be able to feel a more stable connection with someone.

[RippedNose]

"Generally you mature as you get older" Azlada pointed out, shrugging, though the gesture was harder to see with his bulky armor on. "Although I don't think I'll be maturing any time soon. Sorry" he grinned slightly looking up at the sky. It was starting to get dark, and Zakandia was always a nice place to spend the night. With empty houses and a few shops, there was normally room for everybody, most people actually getting a bed. It was a nice change, being safe and comfortable while sleeping, than wearing heavy metal armor and ready to be attacked at any minute.

[Nyako-Chan]

"Maturing is all up to you. It depends on what you grow through in life, and who's there to help you." Most people in this place didn't mature at the same time unless they were a life group thing, always knowing each other, getting stronger with each other. They all had different stories, and they had longer stories if they lived past their mid twenties. It wasn't as easy as it looked as they got farther along in the Lands. A lot of them had a tendency to look at the grounds they grew up in, Alker Harbor. They felt nostalgic at looking at old Slimes that used to threaten them just a bit. Arxingall looked to the sky as Azlada had, taking in the air. "It's going to rain," he announced, observation of the clouds also said so.

[RippedNose]

Azlada considered this, making a face. "I don't exactly want to mature. It's more fun this way" he decided, nodding. Being immature was one thing that made him who he was, and he liked it. He liked who he was, and as far as he was concerned, anyone who didn't could go fuck themselves. He glanced back up at the sky again when Arxingall spoke, sighing. He hadn't really thought that far into it. "I hate the rain" he sighed. The only time he liked rain was when he was somewhere hot like Moon Blind, and he took off his armor and ran around in the rain. That was always fun.

[Nyako-Chan]

"Rain is nice, depending on where you are in the Goddess' land. Mont Blanc, with all the glowing mushrooms, it was nice, though it made it four times colder than it was already. The swamps did overflow too, sometimes. That got annoying, it pushed the Skeletons closer to the safe area. "Rain is very peaceful." He liked to watch it, Luna's creation to feed her Land, which fed her people. Nature was most of the time very nice. Some of it was unfortunately dangerous, but Luna usually only punished those that had it coming.

[RippedNose]

Azlada made a face as Arxingall spoke, understanding what he was saying, but he still didn't like it. "But it's. . . cold, and wet" he frowned, knowing that sounded very unintelligent. "Metal doesn't help much in the rain. Especially with lightning" he shuddered, rather afraid of thunder storms, for some unknown reason. He wrinkled his nose as a rain drop landed on it, and he scowled up at the sky, really hoping it wasn't just going to start pouring.

[Nyako-Chan]

Arxingall pointed to whee the female elf clad in a dainty white dress stood under the tent that covered a fountain. She was beckoning people to come under to avoid the rain that was nearing. "Over there, with enough people it'll be fairly warm, and it'll be dry from the rain." He stood up, brushing himself off and offering a hand to Azlada. He wondered if it was hard to stand up with all the bulky armor covering his joints. Metal armor could only be so flexible, while leather got about as flexible as you could need. It didn't stretch, but it bent well.

[RippedNose]

Azlada glanced over, nodding in agreement. That would work. The rain was already starting to fall more heavily, and the drops each made a noise as they hit the hard metal of his armor. He took the offered hand, hoisting himself up easily, the armor clanking as he moved. Good thing he didn't rely on stealth for anything. Monsters always knew when he was around, but he didn't care. He could handle them. He glared up at the sky for a moment before heading towards the tent in the middle of the little town, not letting go of Arxingall's hand.

[Nyako-Chan]

People were congregating in the tent area, people coming from the fields, maybe from The Outpost, and some possibly from the Mines, who didn't like the first floor smell any more when it was raining out. He squeezed Azlada's hand, not making it flex much since the armor. Both of their fingers were cold, but Az must have been colder, due to the armor absorbing all the cold. They were among the first few in the tent, since they had been so close. As they neared, some people eyed them, debating on whether or not to back away. They'd have to get close some time, the rain in Zakandia would force them to get close.

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