Justice Cabal Pals

((this is a thing i wanted to do to show the relation between 2 total idiots who i will never RP at the same time. This is what happens when you mix boredom with a PC and poor typing skills.there no real story in this just me dropping my IQ like mad and showing how these two, Afer and Cynthia would behave in eachothers company. this is not completely closed off though. if you feel your character will find them selves in their presence in teh fighters guild all teh way across teh tavern and tolerate their idiot talk then you may reply if you so wish to although I doubt but whatever. I may or may not continue based on how fun it is to write or if people like it. Actually screw it i dont care whether you nerds like it or not, so here more toxic on the forums for you. This Author note is becoming too long so I think I may stop right around here….))

Afer rushes into the fighters guild with several balls of mud in his hands and burst into Cynthia’s office. He begins firing them and lighting speeds “A HERO MUST ALWAYS BE READY DANGER”
Cynthia, with brute strength, flips her table and uses it as a shield as she charges at him blindly. She runs him over and tosses the table to the floor where she proceed to place her heavy foot on his chest taking a pose as if she just conquered a mountain. She looks down at his in disappointment “A Hero must always not be a total loser like you” She grabs him by the shoulder and lifts him up.
Afer dust himself off  “Just doing my daily test. If you wish to be better than me then you have to pass my test”
Cynthia glares at him “Afer… When we were kids you could never beat me, You were shorter weaker and less heroic than me. Remember when we were the justice Cabal squad? I saved way more people than you can even imagine.” He looks up at her grin “you remember that squad? That was waaay back.” He hops on the desk “WE WERE THE BRINGERS OF JUSTICE, THE ANOINTED WARRIORS OF GOOD, THE HERALDS OF RIGHTEOUSNESS, THE PROTECTORS OF INNOCENTS. And dont lie but you were clearly my side kick.”
A vein bulges inside her head and she kicks the table to make him lose his balance, watching him fall on his back before laughing at him
“I also remember you calling yourself ‘The Vaike’ What did that even mean? What the hell is a Vaike?”
He gets up again taking a pose “please that name was old If you remember I called myself ‘Teach’ cause I was always teaching you peasants a new trick, who knows I may go back to that name I mean I am the ultimate teacher. Like how to make up a epic quote in the heat of battle”
She face palms “YOUR QUOTES WERE HORRIBLE”
he laughs in her face “What!? those quotes were epic” he gets into a stance as if he was ready to strike at her “LOOKS LIKE TEACH JUST GOT TENURED… see epic. Or maybe this HOT DEATH COMING THROUGH, or maybe I AM YOUR OMEGA… See that that is how to make quotes. you should try them”
She grunts at him “Those were all stupid at least your enemies can laugh themselves to death.”
Looks up at her “Just try it.. pwease, it not it can inspire your teammates knowing that there is one joyful person making them self look epic.. here just do what I do get in stance and say something epic and inspirational like CYNTHIA SMASH. It shows how much of a brute you are.”
She sighs “fine you idiot” rubbing her chin for a while “hmm Oh I got one how about ‘Get busy dying or get busy dying more’ hmmm but should I shout that before or after the killing blow? OO Maybe during” she laughs maniacally
Afer stares at her in fear “errr no… you are suppose to inspire them not scare the crap out of your fans..”
She grins at him which widens as the seconds pass “Afer….” She draws her axe and brings it up high into the air before swinging it down with powerful force “GET BUSY DYING OR GET BUSY DYING MORE”
With a split second reaction he draws his shield blocking the hit and counters by pushing her axe off and kicking her in the stomach “HOW WELL WILL YOU DIE”
She grunts and then cleaves a powerful strike “PICK A GOD AND PRAY”
Afer barely dodges it before peeking over his shield “hey that was a good one… i just might take it.
She tosses her axe to the side and tackles him “Hell no” head butts him hard
Afer glares at her “I AM TAKING IT WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT” He head butts her back.
Both head butt each other until they both fall unconscious.

(((These two are the most hilarious pair of friends ever. Pleaseeeeeee continue this forever)))

((You need to buy a second account so i can watch this all day in real time its fantabulous))

((so afer=Vaike from fire emblem?))

((He is several characters))

((*nod* but is he is who you originally based him off, god he sounds like afer when he talks, i totally did not look at that male confession thing you linked earlier for afer earlier when talking about his voice))

((Originally based off of owain in that game. But I yoinked a few other funny things such a Vaike's third person talk. As time passes and I over play the game Afer will soon have a bit of everyone iin that game.))

((you know what we call this? We call this content good or bad. hint try to spot all the references in this. very few are easy to spot, the rest are not))

Both wake up several hours later rubbing their bruised head. They stared at eachother for a while before bursting into a loud laugh
Afer stand offering a hand “I was paying attention and you went unconscious first”
Cynthia smacks his hand away swiftly “no uh i saw you pass out first.”
He frowns at her “You liar”
she presses her forehead against his once she stood up “Do we need to go best out of 5, huh?”
They glare at each for what seemed like minutes before Afer took note of her axe on the floor “you should not treat your weapon so improperly like this. I mean this is your weapon, this is the extension of your body in the form a sharp metal object of death” he observes it while holding it up “say, what is the name of this fearsome weapon?” he snatches it out his hand and places it on her back “Name? It is called a battle axe, duh” he snickers “oh no sidekick, i mean what is the name of your of death. What name have you given your ally in battle?
She looks at him confused “Name? Oh you mean those silly names people give their weapons like Holy Dragon slayer, or talon of the Dragon or some other dragon name to represent a sword. I don't really care for that type of stuff. Simple battle axe is good.”
Afer looks at her in shame “So you granted it no name?”
She nods “yeah why bother anyway? its not like anyone is gonna call for it ever”
Shaking his head “CYNTHIA! A name confers a soul into an inanimate object, its grants it power. It stops being this tool of death and it becomes your ally, your sharp deadly ally who whispers only to you. It transform your ally into a divine instrument possessed of limitless potential.”
She sighs “I...I dont care Afer, stop talking or do I need to knock you out a again?”
he shakes his head again “ this is unacceptable. If you can't name your tool then I will have to”
he turns around to her destroyed desk from the previous idiot chat and managed to salvage an ink well and quill along with a long sheet of unused paper. “Wait there while I conjure up some names for you”
She sighs “you're a idiot, it's hard to believe you're about to get married soon.” she starts to repair the office for several minutes
Afterwards Afer flashes the paper in her face “I manage to think of some amazing names for you.”
She stands up from her chair and stares at the paper “Wha… that's quite the list you made” She stares at the paper for a while “Afer… ‘Griffions Bane Edge’, ‘Fell Ballista’, ‘Axe of Deep Hurting’? these names…i can't.. i just cant. These are all stupid names.”
He smiles at her closing his eyes “Stupidly awesome I know”
Shaking her head “NO just plan stupid. do you even think before naming something? I mean look at this ‘Molag’s toenail’? Axyia? TWIN HEADED DEATH METAL PLUS ONE? And this list goes on and on and on.”
“Thats the point Cynthia. When naming your allies you don't think about the name. If you think you get clouded with thoughts. A true name comes from the heart, just say the first thing that pops up then BOOM. New ally born. Here you try”
She sighs “Fine if that makes you shut up at least”
She rubs her head and Afer immediately smacks her forehead “Don't think just say something”
She glares at him “Why did you..” He hits her again
“STOP THINKING AND DO IT. JUST DO IT, MAKE YOUR ALLIES COME TRUE”
She stomps her foot on the ground and shouts. “FINE HIS NAME IS MARO”
Afer pauses mid hit as he hears that name “Are you kidding me? Maro, why? why my father’s name? is this a joke?”
She relaxes her shoulders “no Afer, it's not a joke, just he was also a father to me as well… you may have not known but after you left your father was the one who saved me from those damn bandits and he took care of me for years before I joined the fighters guild. Before he passed he gave me his axe and I never parted with it ever” she holds it out to him “I was gonna tell you but… i just didnt.”
He stares at the axe for along while before looking up at her “ He’s the one who saved you? i thought you said you escaped on your own?” He sighs “Whatever I suppose Maro is the best damn axe in all of Tamriel.” he punches her shoulder hard playfully both begin giggling awkwardly.
Cynthia puts the axe back on her back “I only lied for appearance reason..” she gets in his face angrily “And if you tell anyone I lied your warrior days will be over” She backs up “but since you wanted me to name my weapon so badly, what is the name of your weapon, Hmm? i never heard you say it before”
He jumps back on the table and poses drawing his axe and holding it up “THIS IS THE BRINGER OF JUSTICE, THE BANE OF DAEDRA, THE TOOL THAT DESTROYS EVIL AND THE BRINGER OF LIFE AND LIGHT. I DUBBED THEE MYSTLETAINN” He holds pose for a long while while Cynthia remains unimpressed
“Mystletainn? the hell is Mystletainn? Why does it sound like you are just ripping names off?” (HINTY HINT HINT))
He stares at her “i have no clue what it means but it sound epic when I said it the first time.” he jumps off the the table and grips her shoulder while pulling “To the sparring grounds now with haste, my sword arm is twitching and it has to hit my rival in the face several hundred times”
Cynthia stares at his arm “It's still twitching from that silve….” he quickly places a hand over her mouth and shush her “no Cynthia don't talk about it… i get this feeling there is some person out there watching us as if we are on a forum post on the internet”
She slaps the back of his head “Forum? internet? what are these things? stop talking crazy and get your ass outside so I can embarrass you” she continues to push him out.

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((I got bored again. Heres a thingy for the one guy who doesn't mind letting their brain go to mush. REMINDER there is no story in this. Seriously none at all, just comedic relief. This is just 2 idiots who happen to know each other.))
Few days later. Both idiots are in the sparring ground of the fighters guild alone.
Cynthia is keeping her skills with a axe sharp by practicing a few tricks on a dummy. She is in her leather sparring gear
Afer  walks up to her fixing the strapping of a breast place that looks fairly new and small. “Ho, Cynthia I want to test more concealed armor breast plates. Try to stab me in the chest and i wanna see if I can or cannot feel anything.”
she stops mid strike of her next attack and without any questions she walks up to him giving him the backhand of justice.”There did you feel that?”
Rubbing his red bruised face “I said stab me you troll, Stab me!”
He places a hand on his head to mock his lack of height “You moron if I was the enemy I would never do something as fair as doing what you want. I AM THE ENEMY playing unfair is my superpower, learn to be a proper hero and expect the unexpected.”
He shoos her hand away “Don't give me this hero crap again, I know what it means to be a proper hero, It is you that does not know what it means to be a hero. This is why you are my side kick.”
She places her hands on her hips leaning over slightly staring at him “I do so know it means to be a hero, it is all about saving your allies and making grand entrances. The best hero will always show up to the moments before any of their friends die…”
Afer cuts her off “WOAH no, a hero doesn't show up at the last minute, a hero should always be there the entire fight to ensure no one gets harmed or worst”
Frowning down at him “that is not a hero, the hero has to save the day and to save the day you have to get there at just the right time to save your allies life. There is nothing more heroic than a huge comeback
“Cynthia you troll brain, what if someone gets hurt because I wasn't there? A hero should be there tirelessly defending their allies and citizens.”
“That the point Afer, a hero should swoop just at the knick of time so no one does get hurt and look cool in the process”
“And what if i'm too late?”
“If you're a good hero then you won't be late, a proper hero has outstanding situational awareness and analysis. A hero would know when to be where right before anything fatal happens… it's in the job description.”
“Ok Cynthia, but that is still a risk no one should be willing to make”
She sighs “Ok Afer let's pretend the worst does happen, you can still be heroic. All you have to do is walk up to the body of your fallen comrade, brush the bloody hair from their face and hold them up  staring deep in their eyes and say…. BY THE DIVINES LEFT HAND OF JUSTICE I SHALL AVENGE YOU. From there i would clutch their lifeless body and I would burst into flames I will become the spirit of vengeance none would be able to stand my rampage friend and foe alike would fall. I WOULD BECOME THE ENGINE OF DEATH AND BLOOD MAKING THOSE RESPONSIBLE PAY FOR THEIR CRIMES.” She throws her fist in the air taking a heroic pose of justice, holding it for a long while.
Afer stares at her in fear for a while still trying to figure out whether this is his old friend or some crazed chick who happen to know his name. “no no no Cynthia are you insane? A hero should never go on any type of rampage, and they should not even harm those they are trying to protect.”
She continues “by the time i regain my sense it would be too late and the battle field would be decorated with the blood of my foes” she begins losing herself in thought
“Hey! Hey! Cynthia snap out of it” He takes his metal gauntlets strapped from his belt and uses them to slap her across the face “Snap back into reality, this is not a fictional tale of the mighty adventures of Cynthia!”
She snaps back and looks at him “...dont you want to hear the end of this tale?”
BArks at her “NO! i dont want to hear how you go crazy with revenge and slay everyone”
Shaking her head “It is not going crazy, its going into Avenger Mode..Anyway the story continues with me constantly going in and out of Avenger mode constantly destroying all of those who dare stand in my path.. but then there is a knight in silver armor who pursues me. Who else can it be other than the Mighty Afer coming to rid the world of a terrible foe…”
He perks up “What me? i don't want anything to do with this story. Youre crazy”
“NOT FINISHED” she yells “Anyway the Mighty Afer purses the revenge driven Cynthia to the highest mountain of Skyrim where they draw steel against each other. Their clashing blows disrupt the nature of the world around, its simply could not handle the awesomeness of the epic fight.. but alas Afer the Mighty pays the ultimate price for challenging such a foe…”
“WHAT?! I die? but good always triumphs” He looks at her confused
Cynthia holds her finger up waving it “the revenge driven Cynthia looks down at the fallen body of Afer but his selfless sacrifice teaches her that she must quell her rage and control her Avenger mode. And thus this becomes the origin of Cynthia Dark, the Avenging Avenger of Justice. With that lesson forever in her heart she becomes the inexorable force for justice...Annnnnnnd cut” She claps her hands “so what do you think?”
Afer stares at her with the most wtf face a man can ever make. He says nothing can't think of anything to say to her, he just walks away to find the nearest cliff where he sits down staring out into the the lands and the sea. Starts to consider his friendship with this person he knows as Cynthia

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Afer sits on a cliff on the outskirts of town meditating. He sits there with his legs crossed, arms folded, and eyes closed. It is purely silent around him until suddenly Cynthia sneaks up on him and tightly hugs him from behind. She wraps her legs and arms around him tightly to restrict his movement and places her chin on his shoulder smiling
“hey ugly wanna hear more of my Cynthia Dark tales?”
Afer sits there motionless almost as if he is not phased by her tight hugging “Cynthia… there is a village with a high crime rating that I have to protect, there has been murder, sickness, and a disgusting amount of elf on elf action in the tavern and clinic. In order for me to protect this town i require sanity.. a lot of it, i mean really a lot.” he inhales deeply as the vein on his forehead begins to pop out “so please …...GET OFF OF ME YOU PSYCHOPATH!” His face becomes red with anger and he attempts to free himself from her grip
Her grin stretches across her face and she tightens her hold of him. She grips her both her forearms with both hands and tightens her legs until her feet are touching “So that means you do want to hear it, great. Now shut up and listen…. dont worry it will be epic and the ending will be epic-er”
She places her head against his and both stare out over the cliff. One is thinking about a epic story while the other is secretly plotting murder.
“So we ended with the Avenging Avenger of Justice Cynthia Dark travelling across the lands to find a way to quell her rage after murdering her best friend by total accident.” she clears her voice “Cynthia travels over the lands and sea finding how to settle her untrolled rage, she visits every known master of peace and meditation but none were ever able to help her.”
Afer interrupts her “oh this story sounds so heroic, you should release me and let me meditate in peace since I already know…”
Cynthia shouts at him “SHUT UP… this one has Nelliel in it.
He looks at her puzzled “what? why is she in this story? I swear if she dies….”
Cynthia giggles “Psssh she won't I promise” She clears her throat “any way after no one was able to help her Cynthia lived most her days on mountain in solitude, she only came down to help the citizens of Tamriel whenever there was a cry for help. For her the days began turning in years but her rage was never settled, several times she would go avenger mode while helping other leading into them perishing by her hand..”
Afer interrupts again “I don't understand, why is she helping people know that she is just gonna kill them, i mean if she understood anything about being a hero she would..”
Cynthia swings her head side ways to headbutt him “STOP TALKING, you are ruining the story...ANNNNNNNYWAY. The Avenging Avenger Cynthia failed at quelling her rage but could never sit idling by while people were being harmed, but her acts became a double edge sword for she harmed the ones she helped… Then one bright morning Cynthia returns to her mountain of Solitude and justice where she spotted a visitor. This visitor had a certain radiant glow to her that was unmatched. The Avenger Cynthia approaches the visitor demanding identification and the visitor turns to her showing a face raging with anger yet at the same time covered with sadness. Cynthia recognized this visitor as Nelliel who was clearly here to avenge her deceased husband. Cynthia immediately drew her steel against her knowing that she was not here for a simple chat the charged at each other both filled with rage and anger…”
Afer interrupts again “WHY IS CYNTHIA FIGHTING? She is clearly wrong in this story and a hero would have been able to realize that they are wrong and should submit to justice”
Cynthia looks over at him staring for a while”...............................................................................................Are you done yet with your interruptions? You will be here all day with me if you don't let me finish”
Afer sighs “fine hurry up” he stares out over the cliff again
“good” she places her head against his face again both looking over the cliff “So both war maidens clash steel for days, all citizens down below can feel the ground tremor for ever blow hit, many assumed this was the end of times of the world. Every grabbed their love ones and held on tightly. Cynthia and Nelliel locked weapons with with each other and stared into eachothers eyes as the ground around them began to crumble. Both of them had their vision blocked by tears… The Mighty Cynthia pushes her off raised her battle axe high into the air. She began to levitate into the sky and the clouds turned black within seconds and the sky was sky filled with rain and thunder. Cynthia battle axe drew in all the thunder and become a fully charged tool of destruction, it began to glow brightly and so did Cynthia. She looked down at Nelliel with a face full of fury and charged at her with lightning speed. The maiden Nelliel was not fast enough to block a fast strike and was cut down clean… Nelliel was slain”
Afer begins kicking her feet trying to toss her off of him “DAMMIT you said she wasnt gonna die, you LIED..”
Cynthia snickers “hey why did you trust me? Im the villain after all” She tightens her hold of him even more “Neliel's body stood there lifeless but within mere seconds it began to glow and her body disappeared in light but her armor and weapon remained. Cynthia falls to her knees with her face soaked in tears and sweat. The mountain they were once on has become flatten land now. She clenches her fist tightly and punch the ground with a force of a million titans. This punch ruptured the ground beneath her but it forced a portal to open. Without hesitation she jumped into this portal and was transported into coldharbour where to swore to fight out the rest of her days battling the daedric army un ending. ANNNNNNND CUT!” she frees Afer from her grip “So what you think?”
His wtf face returns to him and he stares at her “So let me get this right… Cynthia Dark is a hero who kills those she helps, instead of submitting to justice she kills both Me and Nelliel, and continues to walk around this very day not realizing how much of a threat she is…. am I correct?
She nods “You got most of it… now to work on that ending”
Afer face palms “please.. please dont write an ending” he walks off on his own and talks under his breath “It's time I dealt with this foolish troll” He heads back into his home searching through his old stuff “My sword arm is twitching… it yearns for justice” he grips his arm to settle it and finds a old mask in a chest  at his home. He lets out a laugh as the screen darkens. Well not screen but as this post ends, I swear the fourth walls are ok with me doing this you can ask them yourself

((I literally stopped everything i was doing the instance i saw this was posted I hope you know))

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"and a disgusting amount of elf on elf action in the tavern and clinic." This made me burst out laughing in the middle of work, just so you know XD

((reminder that this is a joke forum to express my dumb ideas since I dont know how to RP anything serious. too much work really and drama...Also these things have a lot of typos I never realize until after I get home so you know learn to read through typos and bad typing. Git gud son I still hate this guild))
Cynthia is sparring with a rather large fighter’s guild swordsmen clearly dominating on the sparring grounds of the guild. One by one they fall by her brute strength. She places a foot on the recent soldier she sparred with before looking up at orc fellow who was big even for his own race. He cracked his knuckles and charges at her but he stops dead in his tracks as he spots something behind Cynthia, a mask man with a wooden sword in his hand. He stands there staring for a while. Cynthia turns to him confused and stares back.
She speaks softly to him “Hello?..”
Mask man cracks his neck and speaks aloud “A soul was sent to the divines, but they sent it back. It was not his time yet.”
She looks puzzled now “huh?...”
He gets in stance “The divines demand justice for the acts of Cynthia Dark, she is a abomination of these lands and shall get a swift painful death”
She smirks as she realizes who it cause you know it was not super obvious already. Reaching her hand out to the crowd with a open hand, one of the swordsmen tossed her a wooden sword and she twirled it before getting in the identical stance as the mask man. She grins “Cynthia Dark will not submit that easily to the likes of you, she did nothing wrong and will continue battling evil till she drops and then so fourth”
He sighs “If she battles evil why has she not killed herself yet? She is the purest of evil no matter what you say” He drops his stance and throws his mask off in the most dramatic way taking a pose afterwards “I am Afer, the true Afenger of Justice” returns to his fighting stance where he holds the blade up in front of him.
He charges at her cleaving a horizontal strike. Cynthia shifts her blade and parrys it, countering with a swift low sweep. Afer loses his balance landing his back. Cynthia mocks him “Seems like the Mighty Afer has already fallen, surrender now and I may consider sparing you life” she points the sword to his neck.
Afer looks up at her not phased at all. He spots an opening and he wraps his legs around on of her legs and turning. This results in her losing her balance as well and faceplanting onto the floor. He quickly stands and jabs her hard at the side of the ribs “The Mighty Afer would soon allow vampires to take over the world before he ever considers surrendering to the likes of evil.”
Cynthia stands back up holding the spot where she was jabbed. She charges back at him and begins trading blows with him again, many times during the battle they would break their wooden swords and get news ones that were thrown to them.
Their battle  goes on for nearly hours before finally their wood clashed once more and they locked blades. Afer with as much force as humanly possible pushes his blade upwards causing Cynthia’s to fly out of her hands and into the air. Iands directly behind her. He points his blade at her and she falls to her knees looking up at him frowning “So what know? oh Mighty champion of the divines.:
He glares down at her and begins narrating himself  “As the Mighty Afer looks down at his opponent he holds his blade up high and it begins to radant with the holy light.” he now holds it in a stabby position “He looks his best friend in the eyes but all he can see is pure evil, without hesitation he thrust his holy blade through her chest..” He thrust his sword somewhere between arm and chest and it goes through smoothly “but the holy blade does not harm the body of his best friend… no it pierces right through her and impales the evil spirit within her, the dark soul driven by vengeance.”
Cynthia holds the blade between her arms and lets out a pain scream even though she was clearly not hurt. Seconds later she stops screaming and drops her head low while still on her knees, she also begins to narrate herself as well “The spirit of vengeance leaves her body but without a vessel it loses control, it begins to spew energies and magic destroying the land around it. The maiden Cynthia sits there broken in there inside, unable to move and filled with guilt” She begins to fake cry
Afer lowers his blade and walks to her “The Hero Afer looks down at this broken vessel, kneeling down to her looking her in the eyes. He delivers to her the backhand of justice to snap her out of it ‘Cynthia you promised me that when the time comes you will fight against the forces of evil, you swore you’ll fight back, now keep your damn word” he actually does slap her rather hard
Cynthia looks up at him with her face redden from the slap and smirks “Cynthia looks up at this silver hero with brighten eyes and nods to him… She stands holding her hand in the air summoning her battle axe of justice and looks at the evil spirit of vengeance”
Both look at the large orc fellow with their with their wooden weapons drawn pretending he’s this spirit that they are both imagining.
Both of them charge and him crack their weapons over his head cause him to fall down unconscious. Afer continues to narrate “Both the Hero and Heroine combined their strength, delivering a powerful combo move that even made the Daedric Princes flinch, causing this evil spirit to vanish back into it own realm where it will never take over anyone again” both stand there posing together
Cynthia then narrates “The Heroine Cynthia looks at her hero with dazzled eyes approaching him rewarding him a kiss of justice” she puckers her lips lunging at him
Afer narrates “Afer gladly accept…” he breaks character “ wait what!? dont kiss me, you troll” he was not fast enough or strong enough to stop her and he gets a mouth full of Cynthia.
Cynthia pulls back letting out a laugh but Afer falls to the ground spitting constantly to rid his mouth of a horrible thing. “Help… i'm dying, I think I’ve been poisoned by Cynthia.” he continues to overreact for a while before standing up and wiping his tongue with his hand
Cynthia looks at him smiling “oh and Afer..”
He looks at her quickly “What is..”
She believes a KO uppercut with full force before he can finish talking. The punch launches him off his feet and slightly into the air, it knocks him unconscious before he hits the floor. “you don't get to slap me” she looks down at him placing a foot on top of him and she looks around the sparring grounds at the faces of the other fighters guild soldiers who were still staring at them this entire time, they were all confused and scared at the same time. She barks at them “Back to training! you weaklings” She walks off back into her office dragging Afer with her “I always win”

((please leave Afer the True Afenger of justice if that wasn't supposed to be a thing and just a typo, it made me laugh so hard))

((Something went horribly wrong, the jokes slowed down *gasp* gosh soo much content in such short time.))
Afer sit on the outskirts of town on a cliff over looking the waters. Afer just finishing up setting up a tent for himself for him to stay in while they the town stays quarantined.
Cynthia walks up behind in her full heavy gear “Why are you always here? Do you like it here that much?”
Afer just sits there staring over the cliff. He talks in a very hoarse voiced with periodic coughing in between. “yes” His mouth and nose are covered by a mask
She walks closer to him standing over him “why? its so far away from everyone else”
        He Smirks “that's the point.. i love helping people but even I need to escape those lunatics back there.” He looks up at her staring “You hear what I said? Lunatics.. like you, so leave” he looks back over the cliff
She sighs and butt plants herself to the ground sitting awfully close to him “Nah you love me, can't leave you here all alone… unlike you I don't leave friends behind”
He looks at her puzzled “what? i never left anyone behind if can stop it”
She shrugs at his comment “whatever, now is not the time to discuss this… We should be discussing why you are pale, coughing and sound like an old geezer. Are you sick? Are you infected by this blasted fungus crap?”
He just nods to her dropping his head in disappointment
She frowns looking away from him “Of course.. so why are you are all the way out here and not in that medic’s room or clinic or somewhere with medicine?”
He sighs “I can not stay in that depression chamber of a clinic so I want to sleep all the way out here… alone, Cynthia please pick up the hint that I want to be alone right now”
She shakes her head “nope youre gonna shake me off harder if you want me to leave… like I said leave no friends behind. But still you choose to sleep all the way out here in the cold rain alone instead of somewhere warm at least...unacceptable, you're sleeping in my room at least, not gonna have you dying out here alone.” she goes to grab him by the arm “come on loser, you not staying here
He snatches his arm back glaring at her “no”
She grabs his arm again tugging hard “You must think I was asking your permission to come with me, get up now!”
He swings a punch at her shoulder and free himself from her grip “You must think that I listen to you anymore” He rubs his arm now and goes into his tent “it is getting late now, please leave”
She spits to the floor and rushes at him but stops short right in front of him and plants herself back on the floor next to him “fine, you stubborn loser. you wont leave then I'm staying right next to you every night until you are better”
He attempts to push her “What!? No no no you can't stay with me, no youre gonna get sick you're gonna die. Im not gonna risk something as foolish as this”
Cynthia enters rock mode and doesn't budge an inch “no. If I get sick so be it, If I die so be it.”
He continues to attempt to push her out his tent “You’re crazy, LEAVE.”
She grabs his right arm and in one fluid motion she rips his long gloves off and the bandages underneath it revealing the rather large scar on his forearm. She does the same but with her left arm flashing it to him and placing their arms side by side to each other. “Do you remember the promise we made to each other when we become The Justice Cabal duo?”
He just stares at her
She looks down at his arm tracing the scar with his fingers slowly “We save together, we laugh together, we go everywhere together, we suffer together…”
He cuts her off with a series of violent coughs that does not phase Cynthia, he says softly “we die together”
She stares down at him before smirking “good… you have not forgotten all your promises.” She wraps her arm back up tossing him his gloves and bandage back.
He just stares at the scar a bit but leaves it exposed for the night. but then looks up “Cynthia this is a disease, not a bandit you can just man handle. Its either you die or pray that the medic is good enough to heal you… but you don't care of course, but you will when you start coughing your heart out.”
Cynthia tightens her gloves and smiles at him “I know I'm gonna suffer, I know that there is no way i can stop it. But we are both idiots in war… i rather with my fellow  idiot than to watch him die alone. Besides I didn't fully think this through but it is too late” She shrugs pushes him with her feet “now scoot over loser, we’re having a sleepover every night until you're better.” She pokes her head out and looks up at the sky seeing it get as black as Mullet’s heart “Its gonna be a rainy night, well I love a rainy night I suppose”
Afer goes back into a series of painful coughs before falling to his side and just lays there
Cynthia places a gentle hand on his head then sighs “Welp this is the dumbest thing I ever done for a friend, dammit Cynthia you can't punch a disease in the face like how you punch a man” She removes her heavy plating gear leaving her in her leather underarmor she always wear “I question which one of is is the bigger idiot

((thank you for reading the weather Afer, I appreciate it.))

((I FREAKING LOVE THIS GUILD))

(( Afer, I nominate you as the best story writer in the whole universe. And I'm getting surgery because of how hard I laughed. ))

((Sorry for the 3 people who read this… i m gonna be honest I got bored already. ran out of funny things that fits for these 2. Might do a 50/50 joke/serious thing now and much less content. I hate you all still))
Afer and Cynthia sit right outside their tent on a cliff near the edge of town. they set up a campfire both sitting in their casual clothing which are both sleeveless shirts, sandals and long pants. Afer sits there toying with his gauntlets observing them
Cynthia looks over at Afer “.. you look good when you are not dying you know. And at least I don't have to hear your death coughs anymore.”
Afer smiles back at her “You never really looked good at all…and I have to hear your words every single day. How much longer are you  staying here in Vulkwasten?”
She rubs her chin “Ugggg I don't know and I want to leave so badly, I have to play as temporary steward until a better one is replaced. It sucks down here, Its so hot, uncomfortable, giant bugs taking turns biting me, and everyone here is such a milk drinker… it sounds so weird when I say it. This is why I wish I was a nord so I can that lovely accent.”
He shakes his head to her but raising a brow “hey, question. I’ve been in the fighters guild for years now, why am I still just a swordsman rank?”
She stares into the fires “I dunno, you tell me.”
He rubs his non-existing beard “hmmm is it because I never asked for a promotion?”
She shakes her head “no… you know what you are too dumb to realize. Ok lets answer your question another question. Afer what do you do mostly every day”
He turns to her “I uhh guard the town, take care of my children, and that is about it”
She nods “ok ok, when was your last fighters guild contract, hm?”
“Uhh It was a few weeks ago, why?”
She mentally face palms. “you damn idiot, you do more guard business and personal business way more than fighters guild business. Ever since I been here I have barely had the pleasure of doing missions with you. You will remain a low rank until you start putting priority on fighters guild stuff, understand?”
He looks at her wide eyed “I.. I.. yes I understand. But know I cannot leave the guard just yet, too many people need protection and this town is on the brink of burning itself down one day. Maybe I should just leave the guild then, right?”
She shakes her head “no, stay. I need you in the guild..please there are very few I trust in this guild and you are my most trusted”
“Ok fine I’ll stay but I suppose I’ll deal with being a low rank for a lot longer now.. what about you? are you enjoying being a warder and steward?”
She kicks her feet and pouts “Hell no… I mean it's the best feeling ever that people listen to me and think I am important but it is sooooooo boring. I don't get to be in the field as much as I use to.”
He shrugs “Is it really that bad?”
“its not that bad its just not for me. I want to be out there daily throwing my life on the line for battle, I want to stare death in the eyes every day then spit at it, I want to feel my axe cutting through…..”
Afer interrupts “OK! I get it you want to hack and slash things, no need to go into detail.”
“No you dont get it Afer, I need more action in my life no one has touched me with a blade in so long I forgot how it feels to get hit with a weapon… I miss the pain.”
Both turn into the fires letting out a soft laugh
“I may step down… i dunno yet, I need time and  lot more alcohol to decide. And I need you to join me in at least one drink Afer, just one or maybe a few. Depends really.
He shakes his head “nope, no alcohol is touching these lips.. you already know why I don't drink.
Smirking at him “Yeah yeah I know and you're such a loser for it, just grow up and get drunk. trust me its not so bad, it's makes you feel… free I would say. Dont you like freedom? oh wait you don't because you are getting married”
Without hesitation he throws his gauntlets at her face and she falls to her back letting out a laugh. Afer gets up and walks back in his tent sighing “Get some sleep when you are done being a idiot”
She points into the sky still laughing “I guess I'm not getting any sleep ever again then” She sighs afterwards talking softly to herself “Oh this should be over quickly....."

((why do they pretend to be Niltsy when they are in their casual clothing?) like same exact outfit)

((NSFW NSFW NSFW. But seriously its not that bad but whatever. This is for Manguy cause of reasons and stuff. EDIT: I wrote this late due to a certain issue in the RP. This takes place the day after he discover said event happen. So its really late but yeah. sorry.))
Afer sits in front of his tent outside of town on the cliffs. Drinking from sevel nordic mead bottles. This takes place after Afer’s lovely discovery of his wife’s actions. He sits there for several hours slowly drinking bottle after bottle tossing them to the side after he finishes each one he picks up another uncorking them in haste. After a hour or so Cynthia walks up behind him with a large bag on her back smiling. She wearing her full heavy gear armor while Afer is in his casual clothing.
“Hey loser… you thought I forgot about your birthday 2 days ago, uh? Nope I was making sure you received the best gift ever. Now get your ass up and……” she pauses a bit after seeing the bottles looking at him “Hey… Afer? What's that you are drinking?” she walks forward a bit more bending over to pick one up observing it
Afer sits there uncorking another one not acknowledging her presence. He quickly drinks another one as she speaks. Cynthia stars and the bottle some more and then glares at Afer “Excuse me I asked you a question…. what the hell are you drinking!? You don’t drink alcohol, Afer! You never drunk it before!” She grips the bottle in rage and shatters in with her bare hands “Are you drinking from my stash? My stash that I manage to bring all the way from home? I was saving those for a special occasion. You…. you…. YOU BASTARD”
The broken glass pieces falls from her hands slowly as she approaches him
Afer does not even turn around. He tosses the empty bottle to his side and holds up another one near his face “...Go away. Please.”
Cynthia shakes her head “Put the bottle down Afer...now”
He frowns still not looking at her and uncorking the other bottle. “Piss off, Cynthia” He holds the bottle to his lips about to take a sip.
Cynthia frowns heavily and swings a fierce kick at his hands and the bottle flies out of his hands and off the cliff. Afer looks at his hands for a while standing up wobbling a bit as he stood. Cynthia just stands there glaring at him. She balls her fist talking lower to him “...now. Tell me why you decided to drink? I seen you at your happiest of days and you never drank to celebrate. Explain now…”
He stands up fully wobbling going to pick up a empty bottle and holds it tightly in his hands “That's none of your damn business… now leave me alone!” As he shouts his face look red and puff as if he has been crying and his cheeks cover in dried tears.
Cynthia shakes her head staring at him “Is something is wrong… you discuss it. Dont you dare become one of those people who drowns himself in alcohol just to feel better…. do you hear me? I swear I will brea……” Afer throws the empty bottle at her as she was talking. The bottle hits her directly in mouth knocking out one of her bottom teeth. She stumbles placing a hand over her mouth with some blood getting her on her hand from her missing tooth. She pulls her hand away looking at it “You… you…you… little shit head….”
She was interrupted again by Afer as he tackles her and pins her to the floor. “I told you to leave and you will leave… I ALWAYS get what I want.” He places a hand around her neck and mouth “Now shut up! and leave!”
Cynthia struggles a bit while in his grip and she manages to squeeze out some words “You get what you want? Fine then… you really want a ass kicking” He takes her right arm and cocks it back while laying down and fires it at the center of his face. She hits him in his nose shattering the bone there and blood soon pouring from his nose shortly after the hit. He stands up and places a hand over his nose screaming silently from the pain.
Cynthia stands up shortly afterwards walking up to him “ And clearly want more asskicking than that… wish granted again” She delivers a spartan kick on him which knocks him onto his back. He hands move from his face as he lays down. But soon afterwards he finds what little strength he has now and stands back up still wobbling. He slowly walks up to her and throws a wild swing at her which Cynthia easily blocked and countered. She grabs his arm and twist it behind his back and uses her other arm and wraps that around his neck and put him in a headlock and squeezed hard around his neck. She aims to put him in uncomfortable position and manages to make him trip and fall on his but still in her grab move. She then wraps her legs around him to make sure he does no move. She holds this position on him for a while and Afer continues to struggle until he just breaks out into a cry. He just cried in this position and soon afterwards Cynthia cried as well, feeling some form of pain he is feeling although she does not know why he was crying. She knew Afer does not cry unless something got in his eyes. She knew something horrible has happened to him and he just cried with him for a while and soon released him from her grip and kneeled beside him and comforted him.
Afer out at his hands which are now soaking wet “... She no longer found me worthy. She betrayed me. And my close friend betrayed me as well.” Cynthia oddly understood that Afer was talking about Nelliel but was unaware who the close friend was. Not wanted to annoy him with more questions she just wrapped an arm around him and continued to hugged him. Afer shakes his head sniffling “...I.. I need to go. I need to leave here. If I can trust those close to me then I clearly have no place here. Maybe it's time for me to return home… with you.”
Cynthia rest her head on him “Perhaps that would be best. I know you would love to see you mother again.... I found where you buried her. I put fresh flowers there every year on the anniversary of that dreadful day. Maybe now you can do it with me”
He nods his head wiping the tears out his face “That would be nice.... Im done here in the Dominion. Im done, perhaps it would be best I keep myself out of the Dominion and hang out with the drunken idiots in eastmarch.”
She nods but then shakes her head “you can come back home with me whenever you want, Afer. Just promise that you won't drink to drown you sorrows again… promise that you will only drink for happier reasons.” He nods his head “...I promise” Cynthia looks back at him “And promise that if another pretty face takes a liking to you you will actually wait a lot longer before marrying her and getting her pregnant, ok?”
Afer face soon straightens and he stands up heading inside of his tent. He mutters “..Fuck the pretty faces, fuck love”
Cynthia stares back him in shock, she never heard him swear before and this somehow affects her. She sits outside of the tent and ignites the campfire in front. She stares into the flames tears still running from her eyes. She talks softly to herself “I told him… I told him. Love is a bitch. But he doesn't listen now he suffers… this is good. Needs to learn a lesson.” She continues to stare at the flames and changes her sitting position and places her legs in front of her. “Happy Birthday…. you idiot”