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

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

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I never said I was expecting an apology. [Asch slashes his blade through the air, speaking through half-clenched teeth.]

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I don't have an answer for you. [Guy doesn't bother looking at him, watching the space before Asch as if he could see the air part around his blade.] I wouldn't unless I actually saw that happening to him. I don't know.

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[Asch twists into another technique, facing Guy this time.] If he doesn't deserve it, then who does? Is that Malnosso traitor worse than Father was in the Hod War?

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Maybe he was. [Guy's katana is at his hip, but he doesn't acknowledge its presence otherwise. His eyes narrow.] And maybe your father deserves it, too.

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[Asch doesn't respond, but the way his expression shifts, it's probably easy to tell that he can't even say whether or not he disagrees.]

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[Guy's got nothing more to say to that, but he's a little bothered anyhow so he just finds some interesting tree to stare at. Closed body language is a go.]

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[Asch watches him for a moment; finally he lifts his sword again, pointing it at Guy.] Draw your sword.

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[An even look.] No.

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[Asch returns it.] We need to prepare for what's ahead.

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I'm not sparring with you. Zack said he'd spar with me.

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[Asch bristles at that; him again.] Fine, then leave me alone.

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[Well technically Guy said he's spar with Zack, but that's beside the point.] So you can tantrum all by yourself?

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[That is rather nitpicky, Guy.] This isn't a tantrum. I already told you, I'm practicing.

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[An eye for an eye.] Fine. Then you can practice to your heart's content. I'll be sitting right over there when you stop being jealous of Zack. [Guy heads for a tree over nearby the house.]

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[OI.] This has nothing to do with being jealous of him!!

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[Guy just heads on over; he'll wait until you're done being angry and frustrated, because he doesn't think he should talk about still hating your father's guts when someone is already agitated as he is.]

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[.......................SEETHE.]

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[brb flopping on the grass and chilling out over here.]

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[You might be there for a while, Guy. Someone has to huff his way through every arte he knows and destroy a tree in the process.]

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[Dozing off.]

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[Heading over- ....oh. Sleeping.

...Makes things easier. Trying to ninja his way past the tree now.]

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[Eyes still closed. DOZING =/= sleeping, son. 8| ]

Asch.

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[HALTS.]

...I didn't want to wake you up.