[Action/Accidental Voice?]

[dissonates]

[Asch is in the wooded area in front of house 5, close to the crossroads but facing away, working through his techniques and practicing his fonic artes. He's been pretty irate since his conversation with Natalia, and after Jacob's sacrifice and his discussion with Guy, he's more focused than before, but he's still not in the best of moods.

His journal is open on a rock nearby in case something else happens or he's needed for something; feel free to a) see him, b) hear him shouting out random attacks, c) troll, or d) ignore entirely. |Db]

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[Voice]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

How's it going?

[Voice]

[dissonates]

[You bastard 8| Asch takes a moment to respond.]

Too lazy to look out the window and see for yourself?

[Voice]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

That's right.

[Voice]

[dissonates]

Why the hell should I indulge you, then?

[Voice]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Because then I'll have to make it up all on my own. And I can assume you're just messing everything up.

[Voice]

[dissonates]

You'll just be proving how much of an idiot you are, as usual.

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Guy's just in a nearby window, watching Asch with his chin in his hand. Not really hiding, but not making an effort to reveal himself either.]

[Voice]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Okay, what's bothering you?

[Voice]

[dissonates]

What do you think is bothering me?

[dissonates]

[Asch sees him easily enough when he happens to glance over, but opts to ignore it for the moment. His attacks do carry an extra bit of vehemence after looking, though; he's obviously venting.]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[SIGH. He can either go out there and try to diffuse the situation or ignore it and hope it just blows over. ...well, Guy's always been a go-getter before. This shouldn't be any different, right?

'I don't want to talk about this right now.'

Guy stands up, sliding his journal away from himself and heads outside.]

[Voice]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Well, I'm not sure, that's why I'm asking.

[Voice]

[dissonates]

Just leave me alone.

[dissonates]

[Asch doesn't notice Guy leave the window, but he does see him approaching, catching a flash of yellow and orange as he twists through a particularly complex arcane arte. He lowers his sword as Guy draws closer, expression wary, breathing hard. He has no idea what to expect from this- from either Guy or himself.]

[Voice]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Asch...

[Voice]

[dissonates]

Don't you have more important things to worry about right now?

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Even as Guy heads out there, neither does he. So once he gets close enough to have a reasonably-volumed conversation -but no so close as to suggest intimacy- he stops.

...shifts his weight.

Lifts a hand to the back of his head and scratches nervously.]

...sorry.

[dissonates]

[Asch blinks, then looks away, torn between a persistent irritation and relief. He doesn't move.]

...Why?

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

For snapping at you earlier. [Not for anything else.]

[knightofratatosk]

[Hi angryface, have a fellow angryface wandering around pissed that he isn't actually going to get to do any fighting.]

[dissonates]

[Asch scoffs irritably and turns away fully, moving as if to continue with his exercises.]

[Voice]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

I can worry about more than one thing at a time.

[dissonates]

[Hi Ratty. Asch glances over in mid-kata and spots Emil, watching warily. Hello, what's with those red eyes of yours? Is that who he thinks it is?]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Guy folds his arms with a frown.] Were you expecting an apology for something else?

[Voice]

[dissonates]

Worry about someone else, then.