Appointments Post

[dissonates]

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[Action, 12/15]

[faterecanted]

(Cont. from draft log here.)

[Asch, it seems, will always be full of impotent sound and fury. Van's quite certain he doesn't even see the irony of his reaction, insisting he's no one's puppet while letting Van pull his strings.

Van turns to face Asch again, arms crossed and chin up. No one's puppet, hm? Stupid boy, why don't you prove it?]

But why did you choose to fight? Why did you choose this strategy? What is it gaining you? Or did you not choose anything at all, and simply react as usual?

You may claim that I don't understand this situation, but don't dare say I don't understand you. You're as foolish and impulsive as ever.

[Action, 12/15]

[dissonates]

Shut up, you don't know my situation at all!

[He's got nothing to prove to Van, of all people- he's seen plenty of what this world has to offer to understand the consequences of not cooperating. And he's not about to let the Malnosso's enemies tear him apart.

He still has a life to live...!]

[Action, 12/20]

[faterecanted]

(Cont. from draft log here.)

[Would have been kind of Asch to watch where he's casting, after Van so graciously stepped in to save him. If he did, Van wouldn't be recoiling from the edge of that arte like he'd just been hit by painful amounts of electricity. Which he had.

He's going to be generous and assume that was an accident, or at least an "accident." It will give him more wiggle room later to do the same.]

Pay more attention!

[Oops, were they supposed to be capturing these enemies? Too late for that one.]

[Action, 12/20]

[dissonates]

[...Oh. Whoops, hadn't actually meant to do that. He doesn't exactly feel bad that it happened, though, so he shrugs aside Van's critique and charges in to help his former master finish the group off by hand. He'd be pushing it if he tried another arte with Van at such close range.

As entertaining as it would be, it's not entirely worth the retaliation it would earn, and even his most powerful arte couldn't take Van down in a single hit.]

[Voice, May 14th / Private]

[fourteen]

[ ... of course, even though she decided to talk to him, actually doing it still makes her nervous. Breathe, Xion. ]

Asch? Could I talk to you?

[Voice / Private]

[dissonates]

[...He should have expected this, considering the looks he'd gotten earlier. Nosy replicas.

It's a while before he responds, and when he does, it's probably obvious that he's both suspicious and slightly irritated about being bothered.]

What do you want?

[Action, June 7th]

[fabrecation]

[It's a little past midnight when Luke finds himself in front of the door to his apartment. He'd spent some time making sure everyone was okay, that they were all, in fact, alive and not suddenly dead, and telling his friends that they could go to him if they needed someone to talk to.

He's got the key to his apartment in his hand, but it shakes so much that he can't even fit it into the keyhole the first few times he tries. After a moment of fumbling, though, he finally manages it, and he opens the door and steps into the room, quietly calling out for Asch. Maybe he's sleeping... Maybe Luke shouldn't bother him, even though he desperately needs to see him. He needs to know he's really back, that Asch is here and safe, that... that everything's okay, despite him being soaking wet and covered in blood.]

A-Asch?

[Action]

[dissonates]

[Asch doesn't respond at first; he'd broken off the connection to a minimum once the fighters had been dragged off the battlefield and returned to safety, but the days and nights of lackluster sleep has taken its toll by now, and when Luke heads inside, Asch is already dozing on the table, his head resting on crossed arms. Vaguely, in his subconscious mind, he's suddenly aware of Luke's presence, but he's not quite ready to wake up yet, so he barely stirs.]

[Action, August 24th]

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[Drafts always happened in Luceti. People would go and fight, some would die, but most would return, injured and weary, yet safe. Stella hated to see the draft list go up, hated all these wars and the thought of people who couldn't even fight going out there. She hated reading the list, hated seeing people she was familiar with...

And this particular time, she hated to see that one name. Asch... He had to go out there. Granted, he's a soldier. He's probably used to these things. But even the most seasoned soldier could be hurt or killed.

It's why Stella finds herself outside of his apartment, and why she knocks quietly. Normally she'd have a smile on her face already, but this time, she's truly showing how worried she is by pursing her lips. She just hoped he was there... If not, she might have to look elsewhere. But she knew she had to see him before he left.]

[Action, August 24th]

[dissonates]

[Asch opens the door a moment later, looking pretty calm for someone who's been called out to war. Probably a soldier thing. He is, however, holding his sword at his side, though he shifts it back a bit when he sees that it's her. He steps away from the door to let her in, though he doesn't look thrilled to see her.]

What're you doing here?

[ voice, 100% filtered, october 3rd ]

[fourteen]

[ ... she is getting around to this much too late. But ... she needed to tell one of them eventually. And right now, that person isn't going to be Luke. For one reason or another, it would be too hard.

Asch, for all his brusqueness, will be a little easier for her to handle. ]

... Asch? Can I talk to you?

[ voice, 100% filtered, october 3rd ]

[dissonates]

[Asch's response is wary and somewhat delayed - it's been a weird week, okay - but he does respond eventually. And he makes sure that he's alone when he does, though he's puzzled about why she'd be privately contacting him and not his replica.]

What is it?

[Action, November 25th-30th]

[dissonates]

[Any threads can be continued from HERE.]

[Action, November 25th-30th]

[fruitblocked.livejournal.com]

[ooc: continued from this thread (http://lucetilogs.livejournal.com/286599.html?thread=56268423#t56268423)!!!]

[Lloyd stares back at Asch.]

I live here...? [He says it like he's been living here for months and the redhead is suddenly insane for not remembering.]

[Action, November 30th]

[pigtailed-loli.livejournal.com]

[Continued from here (http://lucetilogs.livejournal.com/286599.html?thread=55713415#t55713415)!]

Boo! Don't sound so impatient, Asch! I'll teach you how to make a girl happy!

[Action, November 30th]

[dissonates]

Just how long is this supposed to take?

[What if dates take all day!? Is he royally screwed!? It's never done this before...]

[Action, December 20th]

[dissonates]

[Asch is at the clinic right now, thanks to his experiences during the most recent draft. Come and visit him, he is a pathetic sad panda. ...And cranky.]

bursts in

[mykimlasca.livejournal.com]

Asch..!

May 13th-20th

[dissonates]

[On May 13th, Asch is in the forest behind the Battle Dome, then later, probably the clinic. But he won't be talking to anyone, because he's dead.

On May 14th-May 19th, he won't be anywhere in the village, but you can still talk to him if you want, he just won't reply. Because he's dead.

On May 20th, he should be back in the village, but he's not, in part because his mun is on vacation, but mostly BECAUSE HE'S FUCKING DEAD]

MAY 20TH

[fabrecation]

[Luke had flipped himself out of the clinic and ran to the spot where he thought he felt Asch because his mun said he did, but

when he arrives, breathing raggedly, he finds that Asch is nowhere to be seen

BECAUSE HE'S FUCKING DEAD

And then Luke fell to his knees and cried pathetically.]

[Action, July 2nd]

[fabrecation]

[He'd talked to Tear already, and everyone else he wanted to talk to about... what he knew was going to happen. There was one last thing he wanted to do, something that he told Asch he'd do when this first started happening.

The pendant is cool against his fevered skin as he looks through the window, trying to see if he can find Asch. Knocking isn't a thing he can do unless he's sure Arietta isn't there, so window watching it is. He'll just give a tug on the link if he sees the redhead in there.]

[Action, July 2nd]

[dissonates]

[Well, that's not conspicuous at all. Asch is nearby, though- he just happens to be walking up the path towards his house when he feels the tug on the link just a few seconds before the cheagle on his shoulder whispers something about his lurking replica.]

...What the hell are you doing, sneaking around the window?

[Hi, Luke. Have a disapproving Asch standing behind you.]

[Written, August 13] I'm sorry. I'm a terrible person.

[lostinmyway]

[Grune had been very happy to get Asch's name as her new partner for Project Hydra Social. She's always wanted to get to know him better, and now's her chance. The idea of writing letters back and forth with him appeals greatly to her, and so she's sure to do her best to make her first letter as nice and pretty as she can.

Unfortunately, either she hasn't found out or she's forgotten that Asch is currently blind.




...So, well. Have a piece of paper slipped under your door, Asch. If you could read it, this is what it would say:]

Hello Asch!

Oswald said that we're letter-writing partners now. Isn't that nice?

I'm glad to have the chance to write to you. I'm looking forward to becoming closer and closer every day. ♥

We should have tea again sometime soon! There aren't any strawberries anymore in my garden, but there are still a few raspberries left if you'd like them instead. They taste very good.

What's the name of your world? Mine is Melfes, and I live on the Legacy. It's a very nice place full of lots of cheerful people. I hope that someday you can visit it!

I hope you have a wonderful day!

Love,

Grune

[...She's also doodled flowers and the occasional butterfly all over the paper; Asch may be able to feel the wax of her crayons.

Oh dear.]

[Written, August 13] ilu and lol'd hardcore.

[dissonates]

[It takes a day or two to respond, with the second letter being a small, neatly folded page delivered to Grune's home by an orange cheagle. The note itself is written in neat script, almost professional, and it all seems very official- except for the fact that the corners are a bit crumpled and there are crayon doodles of birds, gears, and airplanes on the back. Turns out a little pilot got ahold of the letter before it was delivered.]

Grune,

Before anything else is said, you need to know that I can't see. This letter is being dictated.

I don't know what that st bas unpleasant rabbit is planning, but I never signed up for his penpal system, nor am I interested in making random friends. If for whatever reason you feel the need to talk to me, I'd accept a visit. Tea was alright.

I've heard of Melfes; Stella spoke of it sometimes. The world I come from is Auldrant, and I was raised on a religious island known as Daath. I'd return the sentiment about visiting it, but I'd be lying. Daath is a miserable place these days.

That's all I have to say.

-Asch

[Action, Sept 27th Event]

[dissonates]

[Some threads from here]

[dissonates]

[from here]


[He glowers at her for a moment, then lifts his hand, offering out his flashcard to her.]

You mean this?

[action; october fourteenth] WE'RE MAKING THIS HAPPEN

[gleamed]

[Rapunzel had been planning Asch's celebratory evening since she first brought up the idea to him. She knew her definition of fun didn't exactly line up with his, but she had taken that into account as best she could. She wanted him to actually have fun, and if that meant leaving the balloons and song-singing at home, she would deal. And hopefully he would enjoy what she had in store for him.

On that Sunday evening, she crisply knocks on his door in the evening, dressed in a simple white blouse and navy skirt. Her hair is braided, however, an obvious mark that she spent plenty of time getting ready for this.]

[action; october fourteenth] FUCK YEAH SEAKING

[dissonates]

[Asch, shockingly, is well-dressed and ready for her when he answers the door. He'd tossed around the idea of feigning an illness, or disappearing for a while, or just plain refusing. He's a jerk, he has a reputation for being a jerk, it would be easy.

....

But. But. He can't do that to Rapunzel, either.

So he opens the door for her, clad in a velvety green and black traditional Oracle Knight suit, probably the closest he has to "church" clothes without venturing into the uncomfortable territory. He gives her a quick head-to-toe onceover, then tilts his head to the side, his gaze focusing on her lack of enormous blonde train.]

...Your hair?

[Action, February 3rd]

[fabrecation]

[After this particular post went up, Luke found himself horribly conflicted. It'd taken him a long time to ask anything, and he still hasn't decided on anything.

He feels like he knows what he needs to do. But is it what he wants? Hell no; at this point, it's the last thing he wants. But...

But he doesn't have a choice...

It's without really thinking that he finds himself in front of Asch's door a little past midnight. He stands in front of it for a moment, as if warring with himself on whether he wants to bother his original and chance another snippy meeting with Arietta. But after that, he lets himself in, and he starts to look for Asch.

Where will he be found?]

[Action, February 3rd]

[dissonates]

[Working at the bar has gotten him used to late nights these days, so Asch is actually still awake, curled up against the edge of the sofa with his journal and a book, Tsuae wrapped halfway around his neck like a scarf. He looks up as the door opened, brows lifting and looking like he's ready to pounce in case it's an unwelcome visitor. Only when he recognizes Luke does he relax again; he hadn't been paying enough attention to his replica to notice his proximity via the link, but now that he's focused, he can sense no shortage of unease filtering through it.

Well. He didn't need the link to tell him that- it's written all over his replica's face, doubly evidenced by the fact that he's here in the middle of the night.]

What are you doing here?

[Action, March 3rd] /SUDDENLY SADPLICA

[distressedude]

[It's been a day now since Ion learned the truth about his condition. Somehow, knowing the truth now about what was happening to him and what was going to happen... his body felt even heavier than it had before. Would he just continue to get worse until he died? When would it happen? And what would they take when he came back? He would... come back... right?]

[He was distracted, and the last thing he wanted to do was sit in bed and wait to get worse. As long as he was still moving -- still walking -- he could still imagine that maybe things could get better. Maybe the miasma would hit a limit. The malnosso couldn't have just kidnapped him and done this for the sake of killing him, right? But then, is that so different from what happened to Luke...?]

[Right now, he's just making his way across the plaza from the library, albeit very slowly. He really should have opted for crutches, but his arms were just too tired to support his weight like that. And so, all he has is a cane to lean on, taking tiny, shuffling steps. But after walking all the way there and now heading back with a few books in tow, his body is just about ready to call it quits for the day. Within an instant, he feels himself grow dizzy, causing his books to slip out from under his arm as he tumbles down to his knees, his cane knocked a few feet away from him.]

[Today was not his day.]

[Action, March 3rd] what else is new

[dissonates]

[Asch is en route to the plaza for a quick bite to eat before his shift at Good Spirits, and he's debating whether to risk the bakery (and bumping into Rapunzel) or go back to the staple Seventh Heaven. Such is the life of heavy decision making in Luceti.

He's so lost in thought that he damn near trips over the cane, and his eyes are immediately drawn to the heap of fallen replica on the ground. Much as he'd have loved to ignore Ion basically forever after what happened between them at the hot springs, that would be unnecessarily cruel. So... ugh. He crouches down, brows furrowed.]

Fon Master? What happened?

[Fonic Link, May 13th]

[fabrecation]

[It starts around noon when Luke wakes up. There's a sudden and violent wave of despair before a mental block is hastily thrown up, replacing it with a dull, quiet trickle of distress. A look through Luke's eyes will see him walking through the apartment, looking at everything and trying to see if there's anything left, but there's a certain emptiness that's undeniable. The room he looks into that's supposed to be hers is completely empty, and everything that was hers that decorated the apartment is gone. The only thing left is clutched tightly in his hand - the ring she wore, the ring he promised to use as a real engagement ring in the future, when he was more of himself, their relationship, and the world they're in.

It doesn't take him long to feel too overwhelmed by the emptiness of their - his apartment and run away. When he stops, he finds himself leaning back against a tree, arms wrapped around his legs and face buried in his knees. He doesn't ever want to go back, doesn't want to talk to anyone, doesn't want anyone to find him and doesn't want to keep going.

She's gone.

She's dead.

It's over.

There's only one person he wants to reach out to, if only to let him know what's going on. And so the link opens again, and the feelings behind the newly opened passage aren't as strong as that first emotional burst, but it's still a deep, dark pit of everything festering in him, echoes of despair sounding from it.]

"Asch...?"

[Fonic Link, May 13th]

[dissonates]

[Asch had been awake, of course, when the emotion began to seep in, and it was despairing enough almost to make him stagger. He'd felt that before, the ache and the emptiness, when he'd lost everything that ever mattered to him. It had been awful, heartbreaking, and it had taken him a while but eventually he'd learned to push it aside. Ignore it, burn those bridges, live on without that light in his life.

Not everyone can do that. Even he didn't do it alone.

When he hears Luke's voice, he's not surprised at all, giving himself a moment to gather his calm before responding.]

"I'm here."

[ACTION because I felt like it.]

[smallsurvivor]

[During Asch's shift at Good Spirits today, there's a decidedly underaged and unchaperoned young lady settling at the bar. She sets a miniature ox on the stool beside her and waits patiently to gather his attention.

This guy's not Buffy and he's not Jack. that means he's got to be Asch right?]

[ACTION] jksdhfjskdfdf

[dissonates]

[It doesn't take long for Asch to give her some attention; children in the bar are rare enough, but it's not often when animals are in here. He lifts a brow at her (and her cow thing), resisting the urge to be snippy and instead goes for the vaguely polite approach. Buffy would be so proud.]

...Can I... help you?

[Action] After the possession event

[swordprincess]

[Well, a lot has happened since Karla had promised Jack Horner to pay Asch a visit at the bar. She had gone for fashion tips (which in the end, she decided to show up in her normal white attire anyhow). And there was the whole mess with the Filial spirit possession.]

[But now things have settled down, and Karla is ready to make her move. She enters the bar and instantly recognizes her target working behind the counter. That must be him. Then she takes a moment to review the plan in her mind. Don't mention Jack. Make it sound like this is her idea.]

[She strides casually over to the counter, pausing, wondering how to greet him. Oh, she's no good at this, especially when this is someone else's idea.]

Hello...you must be Asch.

[Action]

[dissonates]

[Asch is puzzled - he's not used to people knowing him right from the get-go. That would mean that people talk about him, and he figures that basically never happens unless it's involving something negative.

...Maybe this is something negative. His eyes narrow a little, but he nods.]

That's right.

[August 2013 Luceti Valley AU Event]

[dissonates]

[From over yonder]

[dissonates]

[ from here ]


[Asch glances aside, trying to ignore the expression on Luke's face. He hadn't wanted to have to deal with this kind of reunion. It was kind of the point of disappearing.]

I mean- what are you doing here? I've been excommunicated, remember? You shouldn't even be talking to me.

[Action, Nov. 26th]

[relinquishing]

[It's been over two weeks now. While Guy's appreciated the time to get his thoughts and memories back together, the complete silence is starting to become... comfortable. It's not a surprise, but he finds himself bitterly disappointed in the God-General. How old was he, now? 20, maybe? 21? Definitely not the 17-year-old that had been on Auldrant, and yet he still ran like a child from uncomfortable situations.

It's a bit hypocritical to think of it, but there's no question in Guy's mind to why Asch is so bad at moving on.

Up until now, he had just waited, laying low and letting his mind pull itself back together. The importance of his half-hearted apology was still muddled, not more than a gut feeling. But the last couple days had finally given him a taste of what had really happened, and now... now he's all too aware why that feeling has bothered to stick so close to home. Why Asch was so cold and bitter, why their only conversation had been more of a series of attacks and dodges.

How else were you supposed to talk to someone who had killed you?

...

The more bitter temperatures have finally passed when Guy bothers to slip into Good Spirits for the evening. He knows that Buffy will recognize him - well, the "other" him, if this is the same Buffy from the year before - and he doesn't exactly want to make a show of this. He may not like Asch, but he's not out to take what little pride the guy might have left.

When the redhead is alone at the other end of the counter, guess who's grabbing a seat.]

You got a minute?

[Action, Nov. 26th]

[dissonates]

[He'd noticed Guy come in, of course; he notices everyone who comes into the bar, it's kind of his job. But Asch had been content to ignore their awkward new customer and leave serving him in Buffy's hands. The last time they'd spoken had been his arrival, which could have gone better, but... admittedly could have gone worse, too. He's still deciding which one he'd prefer, but he certainly hasn't felt compelled to attempt to summon Guy for a continuation of their talk. His feelings on the matter are endlessly complicated, and Guy...

...Well, he'd gotten the impression that something was still off. Still missing. And things had been different, yes - Guy had tried talking to him rather than mocking him and ignoring his existence, for one - but different didn't always mean good. Different meant he didn't know how things would go, and he was tired of having his expectations ruined, for better or worse. The best decision was to just... cut off contact. Ignore one another. Keep distant. At least that way he wouldn't feel so overwhelmed by the memory of... everything.

But now Guy's here, in his bar, sitting himself down and talking to him like he belongs there. Goddammit. Goddammit.

Asch glances aside uncomfortably, looking to Buffy to take over, and then (when she's either too busy or doesn't notice), focusing on wiping a towel over a freshly-cleaned glass.]

I'm not the only bartender here tonight. If you're here for a drink...

[He leaves the rest unsaid. He's almost certain that Guy isn't here for alcohol.]

[Action] Feb. 19th

[swordprincess]

[Okay, enough time has passed since Asch's hiring announcement, and Karla is sure that she's over her illness now. Hopefully he'd still have some job openings available.]

[So she strides into Good Spirits pleasantly and confidently, walking straight up to the counter.]

Hello? Asch?

[Action] Feb. 19th

[dissonates]

[He's in the middle of reading a book (it's been a quiet afternoon), so it takes him a moment to look up. ...Oh, it's her. Familiar- sparring girl.]

...What is it?

[action; backdated to 3/21]

[wildsaber]

[Luke knocks on the door in the early afternoon. He looks a lot better than when he first arrived; he's wearing a long white coat that he probably wore once or twice during his previous stay, wings slipping out the back, carrying a covered bowl beneath his arm. His expectant, nervous smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. He's always nervous when it comes to Asch.

He takes a step backward and rocks onto his heels, glancing at the facade of the house, at nothing in particular.]

[action; backdated to 3/21]

[dissonates]

[His replica's approaching presence had been little more than a tickle at the back of Asch's mind, so he's genuinely surprised when he opens the door and finds Luke standing there. He's also probably about as casual as Asch can possibly get, though for him, it isn't saying much- a simple tunic and robe, his hair loosely braided at his back. Still as stiff-backed and stern-looking as usual, but different from his Oracle Knight appearance regardless.

As soon as he spots Luke, there's a moment of stunned silence before he curses under his breath and steps out onto the porch, closing the door behind him.]

What are you doing here? Surely those friends of yours told you that Arietta lives with me.

[The girl who hates you and probably still wants to kill you, remember?]