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[There isn't much less pleasant than waking up cold and alone, is there? Which is exactly how Asch finds himself this morning- on his own in a tent behind the battle dome, no longer an adult but rather regressed to the tender age of about 11. In his haste to get up and figure out what's going on, he knocks over the journal, and it catches his alarmed call as he opens the tent flap to find a lot of snow and not much else.]

...Master Van...?

[This isn't the cozy, temperate region of Daath, which is puzzling, because he knows he'd been in Daath the night before. Where, then...?]

Master Van!

[Had he been abandoned? No... Van had said he needed him! There must be a reason for this.

Not noticing the journal, Asch tucks the blanket around himself and starts shuffling out through the snow, wandering into the village in search of something - anything - familiar.]

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[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[Hey now, she offers her hand to a lot of people. She raises an eyebrow and pulls her hand back, then straightens up.]

Very well. My offer still stands, though.

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[He gives it a few moments of thought, then nods reluctantly.] Fine...

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[She gives a half smile at that.] Good! I'll take you to the clothing shop first; I at least know where that is.

[Stella turns and walks away, expecting Asch to follow, and as she does:] We might as well know each other's names if we're going to travel together. I'm Stella.

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L- [He falters; still not used to it. He shakes it off quickly, though, glancing around and following after her.] I'm Asch.

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

[Asch? Who'd name their child Asch? It does have a nice ring to it, though.]

Good to meet you. [Stella, too, glances around, as if she's trying to find some kind of clue as to where they are.] Did you suddenly wake up in this place too?

[dissonates]

[Adoptive creeper pedobeard commandants, apparently.]

I woke up in a tent. [He points back the way he'd come from.] Over there somewhere...

[goldenfirefly.livejournal.com]

A tent? [Stella looks a bit baffled, but... hm. Maybe she could use that tent. She definitely doesn't want to stay in some house and settle in this place, like all of the village seems to be doing.

Still... No wonder he looks so cold. Not that Stella will point it out.]

I woke in someone else's home, of all the places.

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That's weird. [He shrugs, though, not particularly caring.] Are you looking for somebody? I have to find Master Van.