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[Aslak Gravensburg]

Keeping his head in the air, Aslak sent a bullet of fire towards the grave that was set in the corner. Hell, he was annoyed that the military had put him in the training sector and not an actual position. Of course, he wasn't the one to actually fight, it made him peeved to be told that. As a man of laziness, he should not be like this, but... the rage that military could send him through. One more fireball and he was upset it didn't push it down.

"RAWRR!" Aslak pushed his head into his arms as he went back into a human form. Furrowing his eyebrows, he sighed and pounded the ground before getting up and waddling over to a new area. His bright red clothing should have caught any attention. But.. was not happening right now. Good, great. Thank you!

"God, why does life hate me to the goddamn hell!" Kicking the dirt, he sighed and looked around. "Can't someone come here and blow me out of this rut?"

[Zola Croft]

Zola was a curious sort- and the boneyard was one of her favorite playgrounds. There was almost always no one there; no one to bother her when she wanted to kill a human, no one to bother her when she wanted to play her violin in peace, no one to bother her when she just wanted silence and the chance to stargaze.

But today, Zola wasn't in the mood for silence, violin playing or murder (well, not yet, but she was in a mischevious mood, and if a little needless bloodshed was necessary to cure her boredom, she was most definitely not going to argue). From the entanglement of spiderwebs caught between an entire floor of busted, tilted, destroyed and stripped skyscraper which she called home, Zola crawled forth. Holding her shoes in one hand, she popped out of the window, in full human form. Pressing her index finger against the window sill, she opened her umbrella, and just like Mary Poppins, leapt from the window, descending smoothly through her parasol-parachute and the help of one incredibly strong, demonic spiderweb.

Detaching at the bottom and landing barefoot in sand, Zola took a few moments to wipe the gritty crystals from her delicate soles, then slip them into their proper shoes- high heels.

And Zola must've been some kind of goddess with the ability to walk through sand in heels.

Using her parasol to shade her delicate, pale skin from the harsh desert sun, Zola began to trek across the desert, heading in Naam's general direction. She hadn't run across anyone terribly interesting for a while, which meant it was time to leave her blessed wateland which the humans so commonly called the Boneyard. She was just reaching the top of a dune, then she heard something rather odd. Something loud, foul and filled with testosterone. Glancing around, she spotted her target; male, white hair, red cloak, drop dead gorgeous and looking like he needed a little... feminine company.

Zola smirked. That'd be me.

Letting her hips sway far more than necessary, losing her legs in a swirl of purple and black fabric, Zola pushed the umbrella down, looked at it, then carelessly tossed it to the side, deciding she didn't really want it all that much anymore. She kicked her shoes off as well, completing her desired look; a poor, lost soul who just wanted some water, and maybe a crust of bread if he had it.

And so, Zola began to stagger her way down the dune. Making sure the man hadn't spotted her yet, Zola fixed her neckline so it was perfectly low enough to reveal the perfect amount of tantalizing cleavage. That done, she took a deep breath, let out a devilish shriek that split the air and echoed off of decrepit buildings until finally falling flat. With the scream in place to catch his attention, Zola collapsed in a perfect lady's faint, awaiting her "bold and heroic" savior to stumble upon her.

[Aslak Gravensburg]

A shrill in the darkness of it all, at least for a sunset like this, seemed most discerning. Aslak knew there would have to be a good reason for that feminie sound to be around this place. Had a girl been that idiotic to come this far out and not know the danger's of the demons... unless.... No most of the men had run off to the rebels. His attention was still at the grave he had partially destroyed. But his mind still went back to the scream that he had heard behind min. He was agitated, but he knew that he would feel guilty in not looking back to see what had happened. Great, a guilty conscience was not what the dragon wanted to deal with right now.

His one red eye looked back, a flicker of purple came to his vision. Huh, why would there be an umbrella here? Not seeing the whole picture could not help him. Twisting himself over the bones that were still laying about, he used his hands to get over a few of the large spiked back bone of dead demons and dragons of past. Two more steps, he had hit the sandy 'meadow', tracing for the person the umbrella belonged to. So much sand, and the wind had only picked up a bit. The grains started to go in his shoes, his each step becoming heavier every so often. Once he had gotten to the umbrella, its owner had to be close. Sand could not cover a person that fast. Or the demons had created enough power to do such thing, and then he would be dragged to the depths of sand hell.

Not cool! And what he would not give for a big, fat piece of meat right now. His eyes were slit. Maybe the umbrella culprit was a bunny that he could munch on. Not that another type of big, fat meat would not appease him either. Just the former was much more each to come by. Sand going through his hair now, Aslak knew he needed to get going if this got up more, but he needed to be on his 'person' hunt in the least violent way.

Purple glowed through the sand again. This time, it was much bigger than a item in the sand. Taking his foot, he grabbed his boot off and used his socked toe to poke it. No way was he letting his hand feel it. A woman it maybe, but.. damn.. this place crept him out enough. And she probably had fangs the size of of an arm and a face as ugly as a poisoned hundred eyed spider. Blah!

“What the hell is it?”

Soon, the white haired one, oblivious about what was to come, stood with his boot off, arms crossed. Sometimes his half-assed nature would not serve him well. The main reason they had not given him a rank as of yet.

[Zola Croft]

Zola was glad she was laying on her stomach; the minute she was prodded like an animal, her eyes snapped open and she glared at the sand in front of her. It would've blown her cover, but oh-so-luckily, Zola's face was covered. Pretending to be roused by the suddenly-less-sexy idiot, Zola let out a meek, feminine moan, then shakily pushed herself up, her silvery hair falling down over her neck, and leaving the majority of her back exposed. Raising her head a little, she blinked groggily towards the sand, painted red by the sunset. Taking another deep breath, she pushed herself higher, higher still until she was sitting up completely, looking up at her 'savior' (and, of course, giving him a very good view of her cleavage[/i]).

Blinking up at the... very tall man next to her, Zola faked a blush and a look of embarrassment. "I-I fell..." Clearing her throat, Zola made a show of weakly pushing herself to her feet, then patting at her skirt to shake loose the skirt. Again, she smiled to Aslak, making a point to look innocent, kind, normal. "I'm... I'm so sorry to bother you, but... would you happen to have any water?" she hugged herself, positioning her forearms so they strategically made her breasts bounce. "I-I'm sorry. Nevermind. I shouldn't have asked; surely you only have enough for yourself."

Just in case she hadn't been laying it on thick enough, Zola began tearing up, biting her lip slightly. "It's just... well... those bandits took my sister, and I followed them out here unprepared, thinking I could take her back..." Zola let the faux emotions well up inside her, then overflow, causing actual tears to fall down her pale cheeks. "Giving into her emotions," Zola collapsed at the man, aiming to throw her arms around him and effectively crush her bust against him as she sobbed hysterically.[/size]

[Aslak Gravensburg]

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((Sorry about this being up late. Super busy yesterday.))

Up to his ears in blush, Aslak started to stutter when she asked for water. Those big boobies were just jiggling in there, waiting for him to use his hands, massage them. Make them so nice and good and fluffy and... nosebleed. He had to have a nose bleed. Covering his nose faster than one could say potato, Aslask turned to the side while still stuttering a bit. “I didn't really bring water, as I'll be going back home soon. And I usually can go without it for a while.” As much as he would love to give the fair lady some water, it was just not plausible if he did not have anything. A spot of blood dried into his sleeve, a goddamn spot he'd have to really wash out later.

But she mentioned her sister being taken. But why would... damn...a woman would definitely be taken away if one was found without a guide. “Uh, do you need me to help you miss?” His eyes, both the red and the blue, stared right at her neck. A slight show of boob, but still looking at her face. Aslak liked this position. A few tears dropped, his hands going towards her to calm her down. He was never sure of these emotion things sometimes. “Just think happy thoughts.” Damn, he probably sounded like a a huge idiot, but he was a man, he couldn't help it.

[Zola Croft]

Zola fought the urge to smirk; she’d gotten quite good at hiding such impulses, and instead only offered a soft smile, almost looking as if she knew what was going on and was apologetic for causing it. Still, the small smile vanished at the news; the stranger had no water. That was problematic; it’d be hard to remember to act thirsty for too long. Eventually, she’d forget and break character… but she always broke character at some point, and perhaps it was best to simply play along for now.

When it came to the matter of her “sister,” the man’s foolish reply was, just think happy thoughts. Zola would’ve slapped her forehead if she didn’t have an image to display. “How could I think anything other than the worst?” she sobbed, “My sister, stolen away by thugs… oh, if only I knew what they planned for her!” Pulling away from him abruptly to wipe her tears away violently as if something suddenly sank in.

“Oh, would you really help me?!” Zola asked, leaping (her breasts bouncing as she did so), and clasping her hands together. Stars gleaming in her eyes, she looked up to Aslak adoringly, “Thank you! Thank you so much-” She would’ve gone on, but she suddenly stopped, blushing slightly suddenly. “I am grateful for your offer, and I intend to accept it, but… I never caught your name.” Realizing the same could be said for him, she bounced a bit again, eyes widening. “I never introduced myself either! I’m sorry! My name is Zola Croft! It’s a pleasure to meet you!”