Kyratiking Private rp

@kyratiking

Ajay was feeezing his ass off. Caught, tricked left for dead. All of the above. Great view indeed. Fucking freezing on a icy mountain prison. “Yeah! You care! Uhhhuuuh! Funny way of showing it you puffed up gay flamingo!!” He looks over the edge and sighs then backs up and curls back up for warmth. “You suck!! Your lack of fashion is a disgrace!! Paisleys are outdated!!!” He huffs. “And your haircut is stupid!!!”

Pagan wasn’t out of earshot when Ajay said those words. Having heard him, the king stormed back to the cell, furiously calm, lifting Ajay up by the collar.

Ajay yelps at the sudden grab them returns the glare hisses. “Ohhh what did I hurt the Kings feelings. Get over yourself. Your worse then some stuck up American priss complaining about out of season shoes. All those calls on my radio Ajay my boy hidie ho playing with monkeys blah blah blah. Never get a fucking chance to fucking respond becausevof your dumb as fuck monkey soldiers shooting at me! What do you have to say about that huh! They fucking shot at me!! From the beginning! On the bus!! Stop not shoot remrmber! Then you killed a guy with a fucking pen!! Put a bag on my head like some terrorist!! Then. Your table decor were monkey heads!!!!! And you just expected me to…. sit there?!!! Seriously!!!!”

“Well, you wouldn’t of been sent to Durgesh if YOU just stayed there and enjoyed the crab rangoon like I said! I was only going to be gone for 5 minutes! FIVE FUCKING MINUTES! Then, I would of taken you to Lakshmana! DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER YOUR MOTHERS LAST REQUEST?! No, you left! Joined up with the Path!”

“In case you forgot I was fucking pissing myself and I thought you were going to kill me!! I mean hello I hardly said a word or did you forget!! I listened to my guide get tortured!! I thought I was next! Of course I ran!! Who in there right mind would sit there if they thought they could escape and live!”

“Listen, my boy, killing you would of made no logical sense in your mother’s last wish. Now, I’m giving you a chance to redeem yourself. Forget the path, forget about Sabal and Amita. By the way, they don’t really respect you, They were only using you for their dirty work. One of my ‘double agents’ in the path had done some digging in their personal quarters and found this…”

Pagan handed Ajay the document.

“From one of their journals.”

Ajay frowns and with shaking cold hands takes the paper looking at it and reading. “It’s signed … Mohan…. my father……….. he killed… my ..sister?…. half sister…… mom… she… she never said anything… never told me about Kyrat………… about you….”

@kyratiking

“Your mother…never wanted you to know about Kyrat, said it brought out the worst in people. She wanted to keep you safe. Looking back now, I..I wasn’t the man I am today because of this country.”

Ajay let oks at the letter then looks up at him and frowns then sighs. “A lot of things here are not being said ...... it’s a disgusting power hungry country....... mom escaped.... but then.. she told me to come here....... she never told me about anything........ I don’t know who or what I am.... not doing...... I just...... listen to everyone else.... in hopes I...... will finally understand...”

Kyratiking Private rp

@kyratiking

Ajay was feeezing his ass off. Caught, tricked left for dead. All of the above. Great view indeed. Fucking freezing on a icy mountain prison. “Yeah! You care! Uhhhuuuh! Funny way of showing it you puffed up gay flamingo!!” He looks over the edge and sighs then backs up and curls back up for warmth. “You suck!! Your lack of fashion is a disgrace!! Paisleys are outdated!!!” He huffs. “And your haircut is stupid!!!”

Pagan wasn’t out of earshot when Ajay said those words. Having heard him, the king stormed back to the cell, furiously calm, lifting Ajay up by the collar.

Ajay yelps at the sudden grab them returns the glare hisses. “Ohhh what did I hurt the Kings feelings. Get over yourself. Your worse then some stuck up American priss complaining about out of season shoes. All those calls on my radio Ajay my boy hidie ho playing with monkeys blah blah blah. Never get a fucking chance to fucking respond becausevof your dumb as fuck monkey soldiers shooting at me! What do you have to say about that huh! They fucking shot at me!! From the beginning! On the bus!! Stop not shoot remrmber! Then you killed a guy with a fucking pen!! Put a bag on my head like some terrorist!! Then. Your table decor were monkey heads!!!!! And you just expected me to…. sit there?!!! Seriously!!!!”

“Well, you wouldn’t of been sent to Durgesh if YOU just stayed there and enjoyed the crab rangoon like I said! I was only going to be gone for 5 minutes! FIVE FUCKING MINUTES! Then, I would of taken you to Lakshmana! DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER YOUR MOTHERS LAST REQUEST?! No, you left! Joined up with the Path!”

“In case you forgot I was fucking pissing myself and I thought you were going to kill me!! I mean hello I hardly said a word or did you forget!! I listened to my guide get tortured!! I thought I was next! Of course I ran!! Who in there right mind would sit there if they thought they could escape and live!”

“Listen, my boy, killing you would of made no logical sense in your mother’s last wish. Now, I’m giving you a chance to redeem yourself. Forget the path, forget about Sabal and Amita. By the way, they don’t really respect you, They were only using you for their dirty work. One of my ‘double agents’ in the path had done some digging in their personal quarters and found this…”

Pagan handed Ajay the document.

“From one of their journals.”

Ajay frowns and with shaking cold hands takes the paper looking at it and reading. “It’s signed ... Mohan.... my father........... he killed... my ..sister?.... half sister...... mom... she... she never said anything... never told me about Kyrat............ about you....”

@kyratiking

Couldn’t resist putting this up here xD

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Hey pagan I found your lama-sona

@kyratiking

Kyratiking Private rp

@kyratiking

Ajay was feeezing his ass off. Caught, tricked left for dead. All of the above. Great view indeed. Fucking freezing on a icy mountain prison. “Yeah! You care! Uhhhuuuh! Funny way of showing it you puffed up gay flamingo!!” He looks over the edge and sighs then backs up and curls back up for warmth. “You suck!! Your lack of fashion is a disgrace!! Paisleys are outdated!!!” He huffs. “And your haircut is stupid!!!”

Pagan wasn’t out of earshot when Ajay said those words. Having heard him, the king stormed back to the cell, furiously calm, lifting Ajay up by the collar.

Ajay yelps at the sudden grab them returns the glare hisses. “Ohhh what did I hurt the Kings feelings. Get over yourself. Your worse then some stuck up American priss complaining about out of season shoes. All those calls on my radio Ajay my boy hidie ho playing with monkeys blah blah blah. Never get a fucking chance to fucking respond becausevof your dumb as fuck monkey soldiers shooting at me! What do you have to say about that huh! They fucking shot at me!! From the beginning! On the bus!! Stop not shoot remrmber! Then you killed a guy with a fucking pen!! Put a bag on my head like some terrorist!! Then. Your table decor were monkey heads!!!!! And you just expected me to…. sit there?!!! Seriously!!!!”

“Well, you wouldn’t of been sent to Durgesh if YOU just stayed there and enjoyed the crab rangoon like I said! I was only going to be gone for 5 minutes! FIVE FUCKING MINUTES! Then, I would of taken you to Lakshmana! DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER YOUR MOTHERS LAST REQUEST?! No, you left! Joined up with the Path!”

“In case you forgot I was fucking pissing myself and I thought you were going to kill me!! I mean hello I hardly said a word or did you forget!! I listened to my guide get tortured!! I thought I was next! Of course I ran!! Who in there right mind would sit there if they thought they could escape and live!”

Kyratiking Private rp

@kyratiking

Ajay was feeezing his ass off. Caught, tricked left for dead. All of the above. Great view indeed. Fucking freezing on a icy mountain prison. “Yeah! You care! Uhhhuuuh! Funny way of showing it you puffed up gay flamingo!!” He looks over the edge and sighs then backs up and curls back up for warmth. “You suck!! Your lack of fashion is a disgrace!! Paisleys are outdated!!!” He huffs. “And your haircut is stupid!!!”

Pagan wasn’t out of earshot when Ajay said those words. Having heard him, the king stormed back to the cell, furiously calm, lifting Ajay up by the collar.

Ajay yelps at the sudden grab them returns the glare hisses. “Ohhh what did I hurt the Kings feelings. Get over yourself. Your worse then some stuck up American priss complaining about out of season shoes. All those calls on my radio Ajay my boy hidie ho playing with monkeys blah blah blah. Never get a fucking chance to fucking respond becausevof your dumb as fuck monkey soldiers shooting at me! What do you have to say about that huh! They fucking shot at me!! From the beginning! On the bus!! Stop not shoot remrmber! Then you killed a guy with a fucking pen!! Put a bag on my head like some terrorist!! Then. Your table decor were monkey heads!!!!! And you just expected me to.... sit there?!!! Seriously!!!!”

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Ajay:

pagan was somehow amused to see those men and women in blue coming all the way up there to destroy nearly everything he had created. knowing that he had ajay there with him was his trump card. he wasn’t using him against his will to side to him and fight against one of his own. the king was nearly shot, thanks to ajay who was quick with his movements pulled the older man behind a wooden column to cover him. 

it wasn’t the first time he had seen ajay in action. he had always been an adventurous one and it was since the days he was just a size of a fire extinguisher of which times pagan started going through for a moment before coming to his senses again realizing the situation. 

they would have two chances: fight back and take the risk of possibly dying or fly away using pagan’s helicopter of which his trusted pilot was flying if only he informed them right at this moment they’d still have enough time to get away before the one’s dressed in blue would get in. 

“what do you think we should do, hm? tear shit up or flee?”

Looks down at him a moment before aiming again and shooting the three path. "That's up to you dad. We can always start a new life elsewhere. Send in a bunch of men to destroy any path left then come back. I'll follow you no matter what."

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Ajay:

the moment between then didn’t seen to last long which was ruined again by the golden path who else… pagan took their phone from the inside pocket of his jacket and informs about his guards near the area. surely the men outside the palace had already gotten on their positions when realizing something happening without the king needing to go and tell them to do so cause then it would already be too late for that.

”fucking golden path…! if there only was a thing they didn’t stuck their noses in.”

Ajay follows pagan as he makes his way through the palace gun shots were close and Ajay saw some men in blue just out of the corner of his eye before he rushed pagan knocking him down and behind a wooden support column pulling out his own gun while standing over pagan protectively and shooting back.

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ajay-ghalerp:

An affection like that was far too unfamiliar to the man in pink. Last time he felt the same way was 2 few decades ago which made the affection feel a bit odd. He didn’t feel like he deserved it although he knew he did after looking not only Lakshmana, but his one and only love Ishwari. 

Knowing that this young man was there with his fighting against the slight of an anxiety that had painted the walls of his palace and made him fall deeper into thoughts of being forever alone that done. 

“Thank you Ajay… my son.” 

The word tastes a bit odd in his mouth since he wasn’t Ajay’s real father of course but since he’s real father was dead he’d gladly take their place and promise to be that father he wanted Mohan to be.

Sighs relaxing eyes closing just enjoying the comfort of the man being close. It didn't last as the alarms sounded informing all the the palace was under attack.

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ajay-ghalerp:

“And yet still they want to feed you their bullshit of you being like your cunt of a father, yes?” 

Pagan says rather harshly. Although he said their father being pain in the ass he never said he was any better when it came to Kyrat. The fact that he once had been very good friends with Mohan crossed his mind, but the negative moment erased the thought of that friendship ever existed in the first place. For the king of Kyrat, Mohan had been just another man to mess things up. 

“To me… you’ll always remind me of your mother… Ajay, my son.” 

He spoke with the tongue of their lover. Ishwari. Ajay’s one and only mother.

Ajay smiles happily and squeezes him a bit tighter face pressed against his neck as he relaxes and kisses his cheek in affection. "i love you dad."

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ajay-ghalerp:

Pagan thought while holding the young man once known as lunatic nephew. He had long hoped to call him their son, cause the name he gave them earlier wasn’t a family friendly one. He didn’t feel like being even related to them in some level. Now he does. 

Ajay might be a hero in the eyes of Kyrat while Pagan played the bad guy, but now that he had accepted Pagan being even someways related to him, maybe to call him his father even, it might give the citizen of Kyrat a reason to hate him for turning his jacket.

"I don't care. They can think what they want. Family to me... Is worth more then there opinions. They don't know what's good for them. Stuck in a dying age. Amita wants to do what you are only difference is she wants to be in power and Sabal .... He wants it to be the dying old age. Both pathetic.... I feel sick I even helped them......... I know... I'm not blood related to you.... And I'm sorry I ....that I acted like mohan........ I...I don't want to be anything like him.... Bad enough I look like him...."

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“I… I know that… I know…. It’s just…it doesn’t seem to stop the loneliness at times. I miss hearing her voice him even when it was to scold me for being a idiot. I miss her warmth.” Closes his eyes and melts into pagans warmth. “I’m afraid that the damage I’ve done and the progress I’ve brought the path that… They will somehow take you away from me too.”

After burying his face in his arms for a moment and then running his arms through his hair Pagan let’s out a deep sigh. He also missed Ishwari and couldn’t deny it. No matter how much he tried to start everything from the start, from a clean table, he couldn’t. 

Only a thought of Ishwari, a framed picture of the family or mention of Ajay bringing his mother’s ashes back to Pagan made him hold back his tears. Surely he had went completely berserk knowing that Ishwari along with Lakshmana are both gone from his life, but knowing that Ajay was there with him and the letter he showed to the king made a slight of a smile appear on his face. 

The king didn’t need words to tell that he missed them. The expression on his face was enough to tell it. Placing his hands around the younger male’s back he pats their back, keeping his head high.

Ajay stayed like that for a while face pressed into pagans neck arms wrapped around him holding tightly. "Thank you for forgiving me for my stupidity...."

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Ajay nods. He still felt guilty for fighting against pagan so much. He wished he had just sat there that day and ate the damn food. He had nothing to fear from this man. This man who was more a father then mohan ever was. The one his mother loved. Ajay hugged him tighter pressing his face to his shoulder. It had been so long since he hugged and was hugged back. It was intimate. Something shared by two people that cared for each other. The last person he hugged was his mother before she passed. “Dad…… Don’t… Don’t leave me like mom did…… Please…”

"I... I know that... I know.... It's just...it doesn't seem to stop the loneliness at times. I miss hearing her voice him even when it was to scold me for being a idiot. I miss her warmth." Closes his eyes and melts into pagans warmth. "I'm afraid that the damage I've done and the progress I've brought the path that... They will somehow take you away from me too."

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The feeling of being deeply confused spreads in a much larger area of the older one’s body when the realizes that the younger one was hugging him. Not that he was going to tuck them away or tell them it’s something they shouldn’t do, no. He actually had wanted them to do it a long time ago, not only telling him being their father, but also being the good father in his eyes. Not that he really wanted to blackmail Mohan too much being near him, but it surely would have caused the younger  have another reason to hate Pagan that’s why he left it undone this time.

The taller one hesitates at first putting his arms around the younger one. A while did it take for him to spread his arms wide and hug the young man. Before he pulls back he gives their back a firm pat and smiles at the younger male looking at them. “Stop with the excusing words, my boy… I’d rather just keep the apologies in mind. Since you as well as me know that you can’t get those things undone, yes?”

Ajay nods. He still felt guilty for fighting against pagan so much. He wished he had just sat there that day and ate the damn food. He had nothing to fear from this man. This man who was more a father then mohan ever was. The one his mother loved. Ajay hugged him tighter pressing his face to his shoulder. It had been so long since he hugged and was hugged back. It was intimate. Something shared by two people that cared for each other. The last person he hugged was his mother before she passed. "Dad...... Don't... Don't leave me like mom did...... Please..."

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Ajay nods and walks over holding a tiny bit thick journal. “She loves you too pagan. She may never said your name… But now I know who she was talking about. And… I found pictures…” He opens the journal and holds one picture. It was him his mom and pagan. Ajay was just a toddler. “For a long time I thought she was talking about mohan…. But… She said flamboyant man… Mohan wasn’t flamboyant.. Heh…”

A gentle smile lights the older man’s face as he hears those three words, even though they were said by Ajay they managed to make the feeling inside his body warm for a moment. The taller one stands straight looking forwards. Pagan hadn’t told Ajay yet, but he was more than proud of them as a person. Maybe he would have said a few words rude, but they didn’t rise above the kind gestures. The king pats the younger man on his back gently keeping his hand on their shoulder for a moment to show how grateful he is having such an amazing nephew. 

Once shown a few pictures of Ajay and the king himself with his lover made the king emotional for a moment. He didn’t let the tears ruin his face, but it could be seen from his face that he was more than happy, at least for a moment before the sadness opens a cave to the deeper negative feelings. The fact that Ishwari wasn’t there psychically there with him and Ajay right now made him a bit sad, but knowing that their son was there with him again lights up his mood. It was a roller coaster of emotions for him. Pagan chuckles for the younger one’s words of Ishwari thinking of him being a flamboyant man. 

“Thank you, Ajay…”

Looks to him setting the pictures and journal on the Kings bed to read in his own time. He turns and rushes forward hugging the other man tightly face pressed in to the junction of his neck and shoulder. “I’m.. Sorry for ever helping the path …dad.”

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He nods and sighs. “Sorry to wake you…. I know you don’t sleep well.” Sighs and looks to him. “I’m staying…. I’m done with the path. I..I found moms journal. She talked about you a lot. You… You really loved her? Didn’t you?”

Pagan sighs looking away from the young man for a moment. He closes his eyes and crosses his hands under his chest. Before he starts talking he takes a moment to think what to say. As odd as it might have sounded cause he usually was very quick-witted person who had an instant answer into pretty much anything. Pagan turns his head towards the younger male and uncrosses his hands. “Ishwari, she wrote a journal?” 

The king asks with a questioning look on his face. He couldn’t believe his ears now that he heard that she had written one behind him without him knowing about it. ”I wonder why she never told me about it…” Pagan thinks. “Maybe she had it planned a long ago that you’d be the one to find it and show it to me, yes? She was the only ever one woman for me, my boy. If I loved her? I still do.” He closes his eyes trying not to let a single tear wet his eyes.

Ajay nods and walks over holding a tiny bit thick journal. "She loves you too pagan. She may never said your name... But now I know who she was talking about. And... I found pictures..." He opens the journal and holds one picture. It was him his mom and pagan. Ajay was just a toddler. "For a long time I thought she was talking about mohan.... But... She said flamboyant man... Mohan wasn't flamboyant.. Heh..."