[Accidental Voice]

[dissonates]

[There's two voices- one is obviously Asch, and the other is too muffled to hear.]

-ing out to investigate. I told Natalia to stay inside; you should do the same.

[A pause.]

...I am not sick. I already rested enough.

[Pause.]

I'm not a kid, so stop acting like my mother.

[...]

Wh- you are not "as good as she is", shut up!

[Pause.]

Goddammit, Guy.

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whether asch likes it or not /o/ ...oh god that icon

[dissonates]

[And coerce stuff out of people to throw into it?]

Wh-what the hell was that!?

[It's about feeeeeeelings. Something Asch is somewhat allergic to.]

it's good for him \o dug it out juuust for Aschkins here~

[prismshards]

[ And then reward them with GARBAGE until they complete the sidequest. ]

's what you sound like.

[ At least that means the ladies are safe from him trying to cop a feel. --oh, not those kind of feelings. ]

I-I feel so special now. even if he does not.

[dissonates]

[One might also question the value of the Gratin recipe.]

...I don't sound like that.

[Whether Asch was gay or not, I think ladies would be even less worried about him doing that than Guy.]

hee. Asch is a special snowflake all his own.

[prismshards]

[ It's something else for Nat and dreck to screw up. ]

Ha.. I should go around imitating you and see if everybody else things so.

[ Very, very true. Asch is more socially inept and a charismatic failure than their former servant. ]

he melted. he's a puddle of RAGE now.

[dissonates]

[Why does the party even let them cook anyway.]

No one would believe you. You'd just look stupid.

[That's pretty pathetic in so many ways.]

we'll mop him up and put him in an ice cube tray.

[prismshards]

[ At first it was probably to help knock them both down a few pegs, then they just kept trying to improve. ]

Not if they only hear my voice. I could go into the bathroom and lock the door!

[ It is. And watch out Asch, this idea is sounding more and more appealing by the minute. ]

so he can be a special ice cube?

[dissonates]

[Improving is fine. Improvising? Not so much. I'm looking at you, Natalia, and your Fried Cheese.]

...Why would you be talking to people in the bathroom.

[He's a little horrified.]

floating in Van's lemonade. ...that sounds wrong.

[prismshards]

[ Fried cheese should be the least of your worries. That woman is menace to decent cooking everywhere. How she manages to screw up a sandwich is beyond Luke. Though he sticks to the recipe too much. ]

When they need to use it, obviously! Haven't you ever been happily sitting there when someone comes pounding on the door wanting in?

[ He thinks it's genius. Which it clearly is not. ]

Van should not be drinking Asch.

[dissonates]

[BUT IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FRIED CHICKEN.]

...So you'd sit in the bathroom waiting for someone to yell at you to come out just to pretend you're me.

[Replica... too... stupid... losing... brainpower...]

not now, not ever.

[prismshards]

[ ...OKAY, THAT DEFINITELY CONSTITUTES AS A MISTAKE. ]

......

[ When you put it that way, he can see why you'd question his idea. Damn you, you spoilsport original. ]

Or I could lock myself in your room.

even if he might be delicious.

[dissonates]

[It was somewhat horrifying.]

...You stay away from my room.

[Shit maybe he should have encouraged the bathroom idea.]

Van (and the rest of the world) will just have to speculate.

[prismshards]

[ At least it didn't move on it's own? ]

Oh ho! Hiding something interesting in there?

[ Yes, he probably should have. Childish replicas happen to be nosy snoops too. ]

Asch likes to keep that info to himself.

[dissonates]

[How do you know it didn't. :|]

I'm not hiding anything. But it's mine.

[Okay maybe just the Key of Lorelei and a bottle of lubri]

if Luke is really curious, he can just lick his own arm.

[prismshards]

[ ...only their princess could create a possessed culinary monstrosity. 8|;; ]

Well, what's it like? Do you have a springy bed, four-poster bed too or is it more like the soldiers in Daath had? Is your closet full of the same uniform?

[ He'd have thought it would be on Asch. a bottle of what now ]

but it would lack essence of original.

[dissonates]

[It probably crawled away in the middle of the night and evolved into the monsters they fought the next morning.]

...It's just a normal bed, why does that matter? And I have other clothes.

[He likes to keep it safe and out of sight, so he uses his Maestro sword. :|b you saw nothing]

well fine then. he'll lick Asch's arm.

[prismshards]

[ Oh Lorelei, that would give Luke nightmares for days. ]

I've always wondered if our taste in things is as similar as our looks.

[ Bleck! Doesn't he realize that by Mushroom Road that a table knife would be more dangerous? 8| ...Asch. don't make the replica inquire about that strange bottle you have in there. ]

that might invoke another punch.

[dissonates]

[Wonderful, now Asch has something to share with him when he wants to horrify his annoying replica. ...Probably when Natalia isn't around.]

Taste has nothing to do with it. You take what you can get in this place.

[If he had a table knife maybe he'd use a table knife. :| Don't snoop in that drawer and you won't have to inquire]

it'd be SO worth it though.

[prismshards]

[ Guess who would be wandering over to see him in the middle of the night when he can't sleep? ]

Really?

[ Now that he thinks about it, he doesn't know a damn thing about where this is. ]

You should be able to go buy what you want.

[ What in the would do you eat with, Asch? :| Maybe he'll just polish his sword with it. ]

to taste your original? oh my.

[dissonates]

[Guess who would be getting a foot to the face?]

There's no money here, either. There are shops, but any bed you find is the same as the rest.

[A normal sized knife, not the freaky four-foot thing 8| That would be disturbing on so many levels.]

just be glad he doesn't want to suck on the Asch cube.

[prismshards]

[ Death by smelling original feet. How lame. ]

There has to be some kind of currency. Even I know that money is needed for a country to function properly. What kind of shops are they if they don't charge you?

[ And here we thought he got his title from impaling steaks every time he ate. 8/ Bet it would slide right on out of it's scabbard! ]

he's lemon-flavoured. everyone who gets a taste makes a pucker-face.

[dissonates]

[ARE YOU SAYING HE HAS SMELLY FEET]

I've been here for over a year now, and I'm telling you there's no currency.

[Asch the Bloody Steak Chef? jkashdkjhfjkhdjkfhjdhjfdjdf]

no wonder Asch is so bitter when it comes to people.

[prismshards]

[ YOU SAID IT, NOT HIM. ]

That's just stupid! There's no point in having shops when you can't buy anything. ...can you even call them shops at that point?

[ He can open his own Bar & Grill! fu fu fu~ ]

it's not easy being. uh. a huge bitch to everyone.

[dissonates]

[THERE WAS NO MENTION OF SMELLY OR DEATH.]

Then what would you call them?

[He could never own it, there'd be too many people involved. cannot stop laughing ffff]

good thing he runs on Engergizers. he keeps going and going...

[prismshards]

[ It might be possible his feet get enough air through those tights of his. ]

...

Something besides shops.

[ Ah, but that's the joy of being in charge: you can delegate the menial tasks to your flunkies. "But Asch, it slipped out on its own!" ]

maybe he's so bitchy because he's full of acid.

[dissonates]

[He's a noble. Noble do not have smelly feet. It's against the rules.]

Of course. I'll be sure to add that to my list of things to not give a damn about.

[That is true. I'm sure his Oracle Knights would just love to play PR, if only to keep him from murdering people. I think he'd be more concerned about things going into any scabbards]