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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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[Y hallo thar, housemate. We're returning from elsewhere and folding our arms over our chest to tut at you slightly.]

I see you're exulting your energy in violent ways, as usual. [Probably not the best time to tease, but she means no harm by it.]

[You're getting just as disgruntled a look as Peony did, because he is not in a teasing mood at all.]

[Rofl at least we didn't call you Luke.]

Dare I ask what's set you off?

[Which means he's not quite as pissed. D|]

Nothing set me off, I'm practicing.

You're spending your time more wisely than Luke, then. Do you mind if I observe?

Do whatever you want, I don't own the road. [The vague compliment placates him a little, so he's willing to cooperate for now.]

[Smiles a bit and just watches, then. Carry on, Bitchypants. ♥]

[Carrying on now. |Db]

[Brb being kind of fascinated. You have a unique way of fighting, Asch.]

[Which is ironic, since he and Luke have all the same techniques besides his fonic artes. If she's watching, though, she might notice that he's more methodical about his training than Luke is; the way he moves and remains alert to what's around him, wasting as little time or space as possible, just screams of the sort of military training she'd have gone through in the Oracle Knights.]

[Techniques, yes, but their styles are very different. Asch carries himself a lot differently and understands the concept of defense, for starters. But she certainly recognizes some of the methods, and seems to be enjoying being critical in her head. So far she's rather impressed with his diligence.]

[Always good to know he's satisfying a critic D| He keeps working through his exercises, though every now and then he glances over out of the corner of his eye, surprised that she's still watching.]

[Tear is always a critic. ♥ And she's doing a lot of comparison between what of Luke's fighting she's seen and you; pros and cons and general assessment. It'll help her coach him later-- and especially for whenever she gets around to getting back to her Auldrant, as it were. Because her Luke needs as much help as he can get.]

[Asch would be the first to agree with that one. His least favourite dreckplica is hopeless even here, but the pre-Akzeriuth Luke is obnoxiously stupid on top of everything else. It's shameful, really. Still, if learning from him will help her teach Luke to be less of a moron (at fighting, anyway- his brain is beyond repair for everything else) then he won't protest. It's not like he can steal any techniques.]

[Tear is also, by default, a Watcher. Thanks, Yulia City. ~~Tear likes to watch, what the shitting butts.~~]

[At least he's giving her a good show? Hopefully? ...Anyway. He keeps practicing for a while before finally relaxing his posture and sheathing his sword. Time for a break.]

[Quite, actually. She smiles a bit when he falls out of posture.]

Your style is very different from Luke's. I realize you are different people but I assumed there would be a core similarity, more because you were both taught by my brother than the relation between you two.

[Asch glances sidelong at her, then shakes his head, dusting off his uniform. Prissy noble. D|] You don't train someone like him the same way you train a soldier.

[Rofl, prissy indeed.] I suppose not.

[8|] That's why you were watching me?

In part; I realize that eventually I'll find myself back in my own Auldrant, where the Luke I'm accustomed to could use quite a bit of fine-tuning in his fighting. So I figured observing the both of you might further that into being a successful endeavor.

Hmph. [Asch brushes back his bangs, stepping away to sit down on the rock where he'd set his journal.] Don't expect much of him. The replica's completely worthless before Akzeriuth falls. [Not that his value went up much after that, either, but at least he was less of a moron.]

[I so did not get a notification for this augh. Tear shifts her weight and pops a hip to the side a little.] But he has improved. [The statement is left open-ended and somewhat inquisitive.]

[Asch frowns at that and turns away, making a vague sound that could almost be taken as a reluctant affirmative. Luke isn't quite as stupid as he used to be, but he still has ~~stupid Fabre genes~~ plenty of moments of idiocy.]

[Well if Asch the Bitchy-- I mean Asch the Bloody can admit to Luke's improvement, then he can't be a completely lost cause. This is a good sign.]

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