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...Stupid.

Good Spirits is now open.

[Guess who's trying to get active while Guy's kidnapped? Sitting around, bitching at people, and breaking things won't solve anything, so for once Asch is being an adult about it. He has no idea what Meryl's bar schedule is, so with Guy gone he's claiming the bartender job. ...Hopefully this will not end badly. He'll be there every day from now until Guy returns, so feel free to challenge his novice mixing skills.

Come bother the awkward redhead?]

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[Hitting close to home there, though Asch just looks away instead of get angry with her. He's more irritated with himself for being so obvious. He and Guy had already fought about this issue, after all.]

Sweet? It's more a selfish act than anything. I'm doing this for my sake and no one else's.

Who else's sake do you have to worry about, in this case? I mean, Guy's. Obviously. But this is the waiting game and you just gotta be ready to be there for when he comes back. I guess the patron's of the bar, but--hey? You're trying. That's a something.

[Sip, sip, reassuring smile.]

[...What a weird way of speaking. Still, her sincerity isn't lost on him, and she's friendly enough, so he nods absently, brows furrowing.] I... guess you have a point.

Of course. My points are always of the...pointy variety. It's one of my most winning traits. Along with my charm and my very witty retorts. [Self-deprecating smile is a-go.]

Look, he'll be back. And then things'll get serious and you can do the stuff that friends do for friends who've just come back from a tea party with the mad scientists. Until then? Hold the fort.

I'm good at that, at least. Holding the fort, I mean. [Also good at working alone, killing people, ruining good moods, missing the point...] I'm not as worried as I used to be about it.

[Or rather he's much better at ignoring the problem and distracting himself.]

[What? Do we have another possibly dense, solitary warrior? Huh. Who knew. Buffy figures you could throw a stone in this place and hit five of them. Problem is? She tends to forget she's one and the same.]

I hear it's a good thing to be good at. Takes patience, though. I'm not exactly much with the patience. I get jittery. [Which is exactly why it's a horrible idea that she's slurping down this virgin daiquiri. Oh, sugar. How this petite blonde loves it.]

[Luceti's full of 'em. Asch doesn't recognize her as one since she seems kinda chipper.]

I get annoyed. I hate waiting. [He says it in a slightly musing tone; it's something Guy would have observed, probably. Maybe. He's occasionally gossipy like that.]

[The chipper runs pretty shallow. Doesn't take much to hit bitterness.]

Never had to wait, back home. Just...went and did stuff. Here there's the barrier and the restrictions and enough of whatever this is--[she raises her glass]--to drown in. Back home, if someone went missing you just went and got them. Not always simple, but you never had to make with the patience.

[She still smiles more than he does, which means she's much better off in his mind.]

The barrier is the biggest issue. Normally something like that wouldn't even be an issue for me, but here...

[Power-capping the ability to nullify virtually anything puts a hell of a damper on escape plans.]

[Now that lights up a bulb. Hmm.] You've got magics of some sort? Barrier-opening magics, maybe? Or you're supposed to have, except here they've gotten all selective about what you can do and it's actually sorta unfair and--[She trails off, burying the babble in her drink.]

[Asch leans back, lifting a hand briefly to look at it before shrugging his shoulders.]

Something like that. Unfortunately I don't have that ability anymore.

[Death Penalties spoil all the fun. Not that he'd been able to so much as dent the barrier when he did have it...]

[Buffy will contentedly assume the ability was lost in coming here--not as any sort of a death penalty. She actually doesn't know about those yet.]

I'd love to just get right through it, stir stuff up--get answers. Because there always are answers. Someone's gotta have them. Probably some old, bearded man with a lot of books and not enough candles.

[Lucky her. Or unlucky, in the case that she'll be surprised someday.]

Either that or the scientists, and I'm not interested in their half-assed justifications.

[The girl's got this nasty habit when it comes to dieing. That surprise just might come, sooner or later.

But in the here-and-now, she quietly adds:] I think even they're justifications will make more sense than those...Third Party guys with the real hate on for us being alive. And that's saying a lot because I know I won't find the Malnosso's justifications to be that...justificatey.

[Asch has never been fond of "who's worse" theories; while the world all too often blurred to grey the bad versus good people, it didn't change the fact that those who hurt innocent people were enemies. He'd been raised to be a king for seven years, after all, and you don't forget that kind of regal compassion. ...Even if he is an ass.]

I never spoke with any of the Third Party- I was in the ranged defense group. What exactly were they trying to accomplish?

They wanted to give us all our freedom. Y'know, the permanent, lights out kind of free. At least, that was the plan according to their not-exactly-eloquent leader.

[Asch snorts in disgust, shaking his head.] It'd be nice if they gave each other their own damn freedom and left us to fend for ourselves.

Seems like they'd rather kick apart the neighbourhood bully's sandcastle than actually stand up to him. And the grains of sand get all pushed about in the process. Sucks to be us.

We're pretty well-adjusted considering our role in all of this.

Apparently, if you give your prisoner population a bar and some shops, they'll build nests instead of go all revolutionary on your butt. Nice tidbit of info to know, except for the part where I'll never be a crazy people-stealing scientist.

I think it's safe to assume that anyone who would repeat what's been done to them to someone else after all of this is a complete bastard.

Safely assumed? Yeah. But we all know that there are people like that. Creeptastic people.

That much is for sure, but it's not as if we can do much about it from in here.

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oh god it blinks!

I know, right, you'd normally think he's a rock.

An unblinking one, at least.

Except he does, in fact, bleed on occasion.

Bleeding rocks. Talent.

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