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[dissonates]

[After rescuing Nephry from a sudden splashdown at the lake, Asch is understandably soaked. The return to the village had dried him off somewhat, but nothing felt better than a fresh change of clothes, so he was about to head in to do just that when the bushes by the door suddenly threw up a campfire.

...Wait, what?

A bit of frenzied digging around and a well-placed Icicle Rain later, Asch heads into the house with a little orange cheagle clinging to his head, one looking rather irritated while the other cheerily "mieu mieu"'s every other step. Someone should probably get it away from him before he explodes. Or gets set on fire. Whatever comes first.]

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[fabrecation]

[Luke's first reaction to the cheerful little chirps is to sag his shoulders and stare with annoyance ahead of him.]

Why do you have to be so-

[And then he realizes.]

... Mieu?

[He gets up from the couch and rushes to the noise to see... an orange cheagle? And an angry cockatiel?]

... Star?

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[Asch lifts his head at Luke's voice, glowering at him.] If it's yours, then get it the hell off of me already!

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It's not mine. [But he'll still reach to lift the cheagle off of Asch's head and hold him in his hands. No attaching to his head for you, Star.]

Where'd you find him?

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[Asch fixes his bangs with a scowl, heading over to the sink to squeeze some extra water out of his hair.] He was outside lighting things on fire.

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How'd he do that without the... Oh. [That's right... He remembers when they first saw Star in the lab. He blew fire without even needing the Sorcerer's Ring. Luke follows after Asch, Star giving a happy little flail and a few "mieu!"s as he tries to attach himself to Luke's head.

... Now he has to wonder if this is the original or the replica.]

... Hey, he doesn't have any wings!

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[dissonates]

Obviously. [Thank you for your deduction there, Sherlock 8| Asch waves a hand dismissively, starting out of the kitchen.] Give it some food or something, it wants to stay here for some reason.

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[Hey, it's an important deduction D| Luke opens his mouth to respond when he closes it, noticing something else, then opens it again.]

Did you go swimming or something? [Meanwhile, he'll open the cabinets to see what they can give to the little cheagle.]

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[dissonates]

Hm. [A grunt is all you get, replica D| He's going to get changed, brb. Soggy clothes are uncomfortable.]

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[fabrecation]

[Gdit Asch, the way to a good conversation is to actually communicate. D|

Luke gives an irritated little grumble as he opens the refrigerator to get some cabbage leaves. Cheagles eat some disgusting things.]

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[And when have they ever had a good conversation D|

After a quick change and a hair-braiding to keep it from dripping on everything, he does come back, if only to make sure Luke doesn't poison the poor thing with his cooking. ...Also because he's hungry; swimming around and rescuing drowning damsels is tiresome work.]

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[Blink. Blink. Stare. Um...]

[dissonates]

[FLAIL FLAIL STOMP CAST SPELL YELL AT CHEAGLE-

-get caught doing the above.

...Oh. Whoops.]

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... So I'm guessing that's a new pet.

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[Asch does an about-face at that, holding the cheagle up by the scruff of the neck.] He's not mine.

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Whose is he?

[dissonates]

As far as I know, Aston from Sheridan. I have no idea why it's here.

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Well, there were pets being brought here lately...

[dissonates]

The old man's not here though, so his cheagle showing up makes no sense.

[300yrswandering.livejournal.com]

Huh... Really?

... Maybe it recognizes someone else as it's master?

[dissonates]

[Asch opens his mouth to answer, then flips the cheagle into the air before it has a chance to breathe fire in his face. He catches it as it comes back down, head facing outwards so the fire blasts harmlessly into the air in front of him.]

Dammit, I said stop that already! ...The replica's cheagle is blue, who the hell are you, anyway!?

[The cheagle just chirps - mieu mieu! and squirms.]

[knightofratatosk]

[Don't mind this glowing orb just dropping down onto your head to make your day even worse, Asch~]

[dissonates]

[Rant rant stupid cheagle goddamn OW FUCK THAT FUCKING HURT YOU FU-

....

What the hell?]

Who threw this at me? Who the hell threw this at me!? Get out here!

[knightofratatosk]

[And there will be silence greeting him, but the core will just glow softly in response. Hi there Asch.]

[dissonates]

[Asch glares down at the core for a moment, gripping it tightly in irritation.

Then he grumbles, turns, and pitches it away from the house about as far as he can throw it. Good riddance, stupid rock.]

[knightofratatosk]

[The core glows momentarily brighter when Asch touches it, and he may get a sudden familiar feeling from it and a brief flash of a blond figure in his mind...

... and then the core is flying, bouncing off a tree before hitting the ground. SO MEAN, ASCH.]