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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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[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.]

[Indeed. Though he and Luke have had their share of breakthroughs in Luceti, so Tear's lucky to have even witnessed this admittance. The old Asch would've bitched and stomped off or something.]

[No kidding, rofl. Smiles a bit at him.]

[Asch blinks, baffled by the smile, and a little suspicious as well.] ...What?

[Shakes her head.]

You're just not half as big and mean as you want everyone to think.

[sdhskfkjd] D... don't say such stupid things...!

[Smiles.] It's not a bad thing.

Hmph. Not to you, maybe. I have a reputation.

You can still be Asch the Bloody while being known for quietly being marginally friendly to those around you.

[Asch bristles at that, eyes narrowing.] Don't call me that! [Enter Asch, the master of evading the "what the hell do you want from me" question.]

...your title, or friendly? [Enter Tear, the closet Snarker. >>;]

[skjadhksjf T-Tear, you brat.] ...Take your pick.

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