Asch the Bloody (
dissonates) wrote2009-12-13 04:55 am
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[Early in the morning, Asch is by the section of trees close to the river outside House 5, standing in the snow in just his uniform, holding the Key of Lorelei. He seems fixated on whatever it is he's doing, namely holding the Key tip-down into the snow, both hands on the end of the hilt, eyes closed as he focuses. Every few moments you might catch a slight glow around him, little more than a flicker before it fades.
Talk, harass, troll, lurk? He's open for bothering, though he won't like it. |D]
Talk, harass, troll, lurk? He's open for bothering, though he won't like it. |D]
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Sip, sip. Think.]
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[Though at this rate it's probably in his best interest to just cave.]
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So, are you going to tell me?
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[Asch pauses, lowering his hand and his head, gazing at his lap.]
Doesn't this remind you of anything?
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[He remembers resting a lot before he died, too.]
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