[Action / Written]

[dissonates]

[It's been almost a week since 'Luke' returned from his kidnapping, and over the past few days he's been trying to get used to his new... living arrangements. His mind is still something of a jumble, but despite that he's out and about, really exploring the village instead of wandering aimlessly from the mountains. More than likely, he'll be lurking close to the houses of people he knew, as either Luke or Asch, though he's too antsy to knock or say hello. He's also carting around the Key of Lorelei, the sword Asch had before.

As he walks, he'll be randomly jotting down a seemingly randomized set of numbers. Though some might find it familiar:]

3.14159265358979322946...

[...Yeah, he's definitely still a bit scatterbrained. Bother hiiiiim.]

Comments

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

[He's silent for a moment, looking down at the snow and clenching his fists.]

... I want them back.

[Action]

[dissonates]

[That doesn't surprise him at all.]

I can't fix this. There's no going back.

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

[Now he just sinks to his knees.]

Give them back... give Asch and Luke back!

[Whether he's speaking to Luke or the Malnosso, it's hard to say.]

[Action]

[dissonates]

[He turns away at that.]

I can't. They're mixed too closely to separate...!

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

I don't care! There has to be something...!

[Action]

[dissonates]

[That's it 8| He grabs Emil by the collar, hefting him back up to his feet and glaring at him. His tone of voice is rather distinctly Asch's.]

Do you think I want this!?

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

N-no, I--

[And suddenly, he feels absolutely and completely horrible. He knows damn well what it's like to feel like people want some other part of you around instead, and he knows how much it hurts. After all, he still thinks people prefer Ratatosk to him most of the time.]

... I'm sorry. That's not what I meant...

[Action]

[dissonates]

[Luke scoffs and pushes Emil back, turning away and crossing his arms.] Yeah, I'm sure it wasn't. [He can't say he's surprised.]

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

I'm really sorry.

[Action]

[dissonates]

[He scoffs, shaking his head.] Why should you care how I feel? I'm not them.

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

I...!!

[Ratatosk, y u do this. With a sudden sharp cry, Emil drops back down to his knees, clutching at his head.]

[Action]

[dissonates]

[Luke glances back sharply, eyes widening.] Emil!?

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

[Sorry Luke, his brain is currently rebooting. He doesn't exactly hear you.]

[Action]

[dissonates]

[He'll wait it out, then, because he's not sure of just what's going on.]

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

[Eventually this whatever-it-was seems to pass and Emil sits up somewhat, still looking a bit pale.]

...

[Action]

[dissonates]

...What was that?

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

I don't know, m-maybe I still have that cold from last week. But I'm okay now.

[Action]

[dissonates]

That wasn't a cold.

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

It was just a headache.

[Action]

[dissonates]

[This is the face of doubt, Emil.]

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

I'll be fine, really. See?

[Standing up now to prove it.]

[Action]

[dissonates]

...If you say so.

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

Anyway, um, I should probably go now...

[Action]

[dissonates]

...I'll see you later, Emil. [Better to get this awkward conversation over with.]

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

Yeah, I'll see you later, um...

[Damn, what does he call him now?]