Akseli needs a time out 
Aces Away
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2 yrs ago
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2 yrs ago
Finding good lines from your older RPs and seeing your current writing ability shining through in its early stages is such a good feeling.
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5 yrs ago
I love when I feel motivated to write so much 😍🥰
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6 yrs ago
All my recent RP's are in PM's so if any of my old writing pals are checking out my page make sure to hit me up 'cause I'm still here!
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7 yrs ago
IM BAAAAAAACK!!!!!!
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Hey guys! I'm Aces Away, you can call me Ace or Aces!
I was a member of Roleplayerguild before that crash or whatever where all our stuff was erased. I've been RPing since I was like...I think about 13 or so. I'm 27 currently.
I was a member of Roleplayerguild before that crash or whatever where all our stuff was erased. I've been RPing since I was like...I think about 13 or so. I'm 27 currently.
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Akseli has taken down four other men by the time he's blindsided by two of the largest. They separate him from the bulk of the group and toss him onto a table off to the side. He winces and looks up from his position sprawled across the table to see a man smoking casually in the seat. He raises an eyebrow at the man.
"'Sup?" Was all he got out before his collar was grabbed and he was yanked right into the awaiting fist of the second man. Without even thinking, he throws a punch full force the the first guy's face and wraps the rope around the throat of the other man, puhing him face down onto the table Akseli previously occupied and tightening the rope like a noose, enjoying the swelling red that blooms in the mans face as he desperately wonts for air he'll never again reciev-
"AKSELI GRAYSON AERSTEIN." The booming voice carried over any sound of fighting that may have attempted to block it out, and Akseli dropped the rope in shock, eyes wide as the man before him took a gasping breath before passing out. The only thing he saw upon turning his head in the direction of the bar was Aharon's horrifie- no, terrified- face.
"Ahem." He coughed, putting his hands behind his back like an embarrassed child. "Yes, Aharon?"
"'Sup?" Was all he got out before his collar was grabbed and he was yanked right into the awaiting fist of the second man. Without even thinking, he throws a punch full force the the first guy's face and wraps the rope around the throat of the other man, puhing him face down onto the table Akseli previously occupied and tightening the rope like a noose, enjoying the swelling red that blooms in the mans face as he desperately wonts for air he'll never again reciev-
"AKSELI GRAYSON AERSTEIN." The booming voice carried over any sound of fighting that may have attempted to block it out, and Akseli dropped the rope in shock, eyes wide as the man before him took a gasping breath before passing out. The only thing he saw upon turning his head in the direction of the bar was Aharon's horrifie- no, terrified- face.
"Ahem." He coughed, putting his hands behind his back like an embarrassed child. "Yes, Aharon?"
@Sophrus sorry for the flood ^^
"Mind if I join?" Akseli asked in the few moments before the fight took hold. He'd already slipped on his brass knuckles and gave a tilt of the head to Elisheva as he addressed her. A strong hand grabbed his bicep and Akseli gave Aharon an irritated glare.
"Akseli now is not the time t-"
"I told you there was no way I wasn't lookin' for a fight tonight. Just unleash man, it's fun!"
Aharon pulled away with a completely affronted look. "I will not! You know that I don-"
"Then gimme this." With that, Akseli pulled the rope from off of the Angel's belt loop, wrapping it around his hand once and leveling it with the height of many of the men's necks. "Hi there." He gave a quick wink to the guy before his brass-knuckled fist met his throat. The rope wrapped around the mans wrist and Akseli pulled with enough force to send him to the floor. Blood spurt from the stranger's nose and mouth and he didn't get back up.
With a grin, he leaped towards his next victi- er...opponent.
"Akse-!" Aharon sighed and grabbed the first aid kit he keeps latched onto his belt. He looked at Sera and the other two Fallen and then back to his kit. "This will not be nearly enough..."
"Akseli now is not the time t-"
"I told you there was no way I wasn't lookin' for a fight tonight. Just unleash man, it's fun!"
Aharon pulled away with a completely affronted look. "I will not! You know that I don-"
"Then gimme this." With that, Akseli pulled the rope from off of the Angel's belt loop, wrapping it around his hand once and leveling it with the height of many of the men's necks. "Hi there." He gave a quick wink to the guy before his brass-knuckled fist met his throat. The rope wrapped around the mans wrist and Akseli pulled with enough force to send him to the floor. Blood spurt from the stranger's nose and mouth and he didn't get back up.
With a grin, he leaped towards his next victi- er...opponent.
"Akse-!" Aharon sighed and grabbed the first aid kit he keeps latched onto his belt. He looked at Sera and the other two Fallen and then back to his kit. "This will not be nearly enough..."
@BlackPanther I know right? Akseli doesn't give a shit tho I love writing the dynamic.
Akseli laughed when he saw the drink, giving Sera a nod in thanks as Aharon looked askance and the concoctions lain before them.
"You can't honestly expect me to-"
"I'm paying, your feathery ass better down every drop." Akseli snapped. "S'not like its so easy for me to come across money, y'know. I swear you're happy the fighting ring shut down."
"Of course I'm happy." Aharon answered, desperately ignoring the glass being pushed in his direction by his charge. "You'd have died there were it not for the police raid."
"I was the fuckin' champ! I don't know what fights you were watching, but I got to kick ass and make money doing it! Now I have to do it separately." Akseli griped, forcing the glass into the Seraphim's hand. "Drink, dude, or so help me I'll ask her for a funnel." He nodded in Sera's direction, downing his own glass with appreciation of the burn it caused his throat.
With a put upon sigh, the Angel handed his charge the beer and continued to avoid eye contact with the Fallen around him. "You enjoy it more than I."
Akseli gave up with a glare and began drinking from the Angel's glass.
"You can't honestly expect me to-"
"I'm paying, your feathery ass better down every drop." Akseli snapped. "S'not like its so easy for me to come across money, y'know. I swear you're happy the fighting ring shut down."
"Of course I'm happy." Aharon answered, desperately ignoring the glass being pushed in his direction by his charge. "You'd have died there were it not for the police raid."
"I was the fuckin' champ! I don't know what fights you were watching, but I got to kick ass and make money doing it! Now I have to do it separately." Akseli griped, forcing the glass into the Seraphim's hand. "Drink, dude, or so help me I'll ask her for a funnel." He nodded in Sera's direction, downing his own glass with appreciation of the burn it caused his throat.
With a put upon sigh, the Angel handed his charge the beer and continued to avoid eye contact with the Fallen around him. "You enjoy it more than I."
Akseli gave up with a glare and began drinking from the Angel's glass.
@BlackPanther omg no worries, I'll go reread yours!
@Lady Amalthea Niiiiiiice nice nice!
"Fallen, huh." Akseli turned from the fun and looked to Aharon. "What a coincidence."
The glare he received in return could freeze over hell itself. The bartender arrived and asked for his order, and he leaned against the sticky bar with a grin in her direction.
"Surprise me with a house favorite." He answered, giving his Angel a sideways glance. "Tight-ass here'll have a dark beer."
Let it not be said that even a pure Seraphim of patience cannot feel a great deal of wrath against his incorrigible charge.
The glare he received in return could freeze over hell itself. The bartender arrived and asked for his order, and he leaned against the sticky bar with a grin in her direction.
"Surprise me with a house favorite." He answered, giving his Angel a sideways glance. "Tight-ass here'll have a dark beer."
Let it not be said that even a pure Seraphim of patience cannot feel a great deal of wrath against his incorrigible charge.
I can change my post if it gets in the way of you two's interactions.
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