[Voice / Action] backdated to the 24th due to vacationing, sob.

[dissonates]

[Not that he's told anyone, but the 24th is a pretty important date. It's left Asch in kind of a weird mood. Between this and the upcoming draft shut up I know I'm late he's venturing ever so slightly out of his usual "ignore everyone" shell. You may now die of shock.]

...How old do you have to be on your world before you're considered an adult? Is there some kind of party or ceremony you have to go through?

[He'll probably be hanging out in the bar for the rest of the evening, being his usual quiet self, though he's oddly calm today. If there's ever a time to meet him without losing a head, this is it. :|]




[ooc: originally I wanted to be here to do this on time, but life conspired, so it is late. :c for the record, this takes place BEFORE the draft. For those unfamiliar with the Abyss world, one's 20th birthday is v. important, and Auldrant's year is actually 700+ days long, and... yeah, I was a colossal geek and figured out what day would be Asch's 20th. tl;dr he's old now.]

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[Ugh. He did not want to be reliving this with this runny-nose idiot, of all people. But he didn't want a repeat of the experience, especially now.]

...It started slowly. Chest pains, a lack of power and energy. After that, it's just like you said. My body shut down, but I wasn't hurt. I lost my hyperresonance, and that was it.

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[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

[Dist is silent throughout Asch's explanation, though the sound of a writing utensil scratching on something can very softly be heard in the background. Dist is taking notes, but stops at the mention of hyperresonance.]

Hm, I see... Any other abnormalities I should know of? [Like being able to see through your self, losing the ability to feel your limbs, all those nice things.] Also, how long ago was it when you died, and where? Was it back in Auldrant or here in Luceti? And have the symptoms resurfaced at all?

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...I don't remember anything else happening. The replica had second-order hyperresonance after that, though, and I couldn't use it at all. It happened here, almost two years ago. I got back my hyperresonance recently, too, and I've been fine since it all happened.

[There's that ever-present "but" on the tip of his tongue, though he won't say it. He doesn't want to go through all of that again, yet he's afraid that the cycle will repeat just because... well. Life hates him.]

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[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

Second-order--?! [He coughs, and calms himself a moment later. Second order hyperresonance was only a theory, based on what he remembered. So the replica had been able to achieve something like that... Dist scribbled more notes, his pen scratching the paper in frenzied strokes, then he set it down quickly.]

Amazing... All right, if you say your body hasn't shown any signs of regression in two years, I think you'll be all right, though I am still concerned. I'd like to check on you, but since you don't trust me, I can assume that's not going to happen... Just let me know if anything occurs. Do I make myself clear?

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Don't act like your word is law or anything. I'll think about it. [Which is the truth, really. He's been nervous about the whole thing starting up again because he's back to normal again. Someone familiar with the process - even Dist - would be... potentially helpful, at least.]

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[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

If you insist on being stubborn...take your time. [He sighs, and picks up the notes he made, looking them over before adding in a lesser tone--]

Congratulations on coming of age.

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[dissonates]

...Hmph. [Which is as close as he'll get to thanking Dist. He's pretty weirded out by the guy trying to be helpful for once. He must really be bored.]

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[its-rose-damnit.livejournal.com]

[Dist rolls his eyes and shakes his head at the young man's little huff, and just shuts his journal if they were done speaking. He'd gotten the information he wanted, after all.]