[Voice / Action]

[dissonates]

I need to speak with one of the Malnosso.


[Today, Asch is all over the place. First to the plaza, to check the item bazaar for a few things; next, to the north edge of the village, above the houses, his favourite spot to blow shit up practice his fonic artes; finally, to the opposite edge, sword practice against the targets inside the barracks. He's gotten so restless since Luke's disappearance and he needs to stay on the move to avoid going crazy.

Feel free to bother him at any of those locations or even en route; he could use some socializing.]

Comments

[Action]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Why would I do something like that? Really Asch, have faith in me. I'm not Dist.

[Action]

[dissonates]

...Guy, making machines was the one thing he was competent at.

[Action]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, they were good, but once we beat them they always broke down or exploded in the most dramatic ways.

[Action]

[dissonates]

That's because they're like children to him. It wouldn't be right if they didn't die in dramatic ways.

[Action]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

...that's a bit of a strange way to show your appreciation for your creations, but whatever.

[Action]

[dissonates]

Dist is a strange person. [....] And I made it up.

[Action]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Asch, geez. Don't do that to me, I believed you.

[Action]

[dissonates]

How trusting of you. [Yeah he's smirking now.]

[Action]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Is that so surprising?

[Action]

[dissonates]

Not surprising. Amusing.

[Action]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Hey, c'mon. That's not something to be amused about.

[Action]

[dissonates]

[.....Sigh.] And this is why I don't try to play around.

[Action]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Well. [Guy turns to the coffee machine.] Maybe not about something like that.

[Action]

[dissonates]

I was joking about Dist. But fine, whatever.

[He just won't bother.]

[Action]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Siiiiggghhh. All right, fine.] Do you want any coffee?

[Action]

[dissonates]

[Remember that sullen, cat-in-the-rain voice at the desert oasis? Yeah.] ....No.

[Action]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Oh stop that. Do you want any or not? [Please note that Guy is still getting two mugs out regardless.]

[Action]

[dissonates]

[Noticing this.] You're going to make it anyway.

[Action]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Yes, but the question is are you going to have some or am I going to end up drinking them both?

[Action]

[dissonates]

[...Persistent jerk.] Fine, I'll have some. Show me how to use your stupid machine, then.

[Action]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's simple! [And Guy goes through the finer points of how to operate the coffee machine, all evidence of any previous arguments erased from his voice, expression, even his stance. As if it had never happened.]

[Action]

[dissonates]

[Ahhh, Guy, he envies that skill of yours, he really does. And Asch listens... sort of. In that bored, glazed-over, "I'm doing this to indulge you, don't expect me to repeat it later" way.]

[Action]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Luckily, that's good enough for Guy! Lesson over.] And that's how you calculate the ratio of coffee grinds to tablespoons of water.

[Action]

[dissonates]

...Hm. ["I will never ask that question again."]

[Action]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

...should I go over it again?