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[So Asch's hyperresonance has been giving him issues since his return, which has made for some interesting new decor in house #5 - like the hole in his bedroom, giving him a nice view of the hallway - but he's been slowly getting it back, at least to the point where it's been manageable. But every now and then he has these little bursts, for various reasons. Like this morning, when he gets up to make coffee. Gets coffee grinds in his face. Sneezes.

And subsequently blasts a massive hole through the roof of house #5. Oops?

Thus, within a few hours, Asch is up on the roof with some materials, banging away at making something of a repair with his grand construction skills. That is to say, he's pretty much making a mess into a bigger mess. ...Not to mention completely failing to realize that houses regenerate when damaged. AWESOME LOGIC IS GO!

His journal's in his belt, so a particularly clumsy swing and bump of the arm ends up recording a few loud bangs and a stream of cussing worthy of the sailor.]

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[OI.]

I'm just trying to explain!

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[chiisaichou.livejournal.com]

[DON'T GET SNIPPY WITH ME.]

Then explain! But this time without all those weird words!! Is it magic or isn't it?

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[dissonates]

[I'LL GET SNIPPY IF I WANT]

I already told you, it's hyperresonance. I guess you could call it magic, but it's a unique kind from my world.

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[chiisaichou.livejournal.com]

[NO MAJOR CHANGE THERE.]

So...this hyperresonance thing made your house explode? [She tilts her head and looks a little concerned.] W-Will you be all right, though, Master Asch? With such a strong power...

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[H-HEY DX]

It didn't explode! [...] There's just a hole in it, it's all. And once I remember how to control it, it won't be a problem anymore.

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[chiisaichou.livejournal.com]

[She rolls her eyes a little at Asch, then opens her mouth to complain and to ask him to ANSWER HER DAMN QUESTION, but...she glances the characters she drew on his arm before. Trust.]

...All right. Just please be careful, okay?

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[H-HE SORT OF DID. As much as you'll get out of him, anyway. He shifts in discomfort and nods, following her gaze.

...Maybe someday.]