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Natalia's gone back.

[And he's... not sure how he even feels about that, especially since it's the second time now. He's not the sort to broadcast his feelings on the matter anyway, so he'll leave it at that.]

[Locked to Dist - 75% Unhackable]

If you've prepared everything you need, it's about time we meet.

[Asch won't be around the house much today; he'll probably be home late. His main haunts today will be the Battle Dome, the library, (maybe a quick bite to eat in the plaza |D) and finally Good Spirits to ~~sulk~~ read a book in a tucked-away corner of the bar. ...Though the amount of reading may decrease depending on what he's drinking over the course of the evening...

Oddly enough, Star the cheagle will be tagging along with him over the course of the day.]

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[Guy doesn't seem very pleased at that, but he doesn't push it. Instead he tilts his head back to stare up at the stars and hopes nothing springs up in their path for him to trip over.]

I know I already told you this, but I want to reiterate; I'm not going back.

[Asch is quiet for a moment at that, glancing sidelong at Guy before he looks away.]

Don't you mean, you're not going back unless you can take us with you?

[As soon as Luke drops his sword, Asch lets himself slump back, landing heavily on the ground. Rather than releasing his sword and relaxing entirely, though, he reaches into his tabard and withdraws a white cloth, wiping the blood from his sword. He tucks the cloth back out of sight with that one job out of the way and goes back to resting.

Mission accomplished. And hopefully, Luke never has to know why he did that.]

Do you want to go back?

[While Asch did that, Luke reeled in the pain enough to clench his teeth and force his eyes open to stare down at the wound. Damn it, it was bleeding out quickly, and by the time Asch is done and resting up, Luke looks up at him with a deep cringe.]

You bastard, why did you... [And through the pain, it occurs to him that Asch still looks exhausted, like he's still recovering, so Luke squeezes his eyes shut to quell his anger enough to hiss out:] Are... Are you okay?

[At the sound of Luke's voice, Asch forces himself into a crouch, leaving his sword where he dropped it and glaring over at his replica.]

I don't need you worrying about me. You're the one bleeding all over the place.

...I don't know. [Here, he can live the way he wants- without being judged, or harassed, or ordered around. There were no obligations, no world that needed saving, except perhaps when they had little choice but to fight for it. There was no reason for them to do anything but live their lives, one day at a time. He's content with a life like this.

But... he's never been able to shake that feeling that he's left something important behind, something that Luceti can't give him. Not a fiancee, or the throne, or even his position in the Oracle Knights. Some sort of purpose.]

...Yeah. I don't know.

Whose fault was that?! Besides, you're the one who looked like-

[He cuts himself off to bite his lip and let out a quiet groan. Dammit, Asch.]

...Useless. [Asch scowls, looking affronted, and shifts closer to Luke, pressing a hand over the wound with one hand while he drags a thick elbow-length glove off with his teeth. Once it's free, he replaces his hand with the glove, trying to staunch the bloodflow. If he can treat the wound here, Luke won't end up having to go to the medical center. Him meeting with Dist now would be bad.] Don't be such a child, it isn't even that deep.

[Luke fights down the instinct to jerk away from Asch's touch, to keep his hand over the wound and just yell at Asch to leave him alone, but... he's trying to help, and he'd know more about this kind of thing than Luke. So, he keeps his bloody hand away and just clenches it into a fist while Asch works.]

Not that deep? It wouldn't bleed like this if it wasn't that deep!

[Asch resists the urge to make some snide comment about just how much he knows about bleeding wounds- unlike some people, he didn't have not one but two experienced Seventh Fonists traveling around the world with him all the time. He's really not in the mood for another fight now, though, so he just focuses on binding the wound, folding his glove at the center and tying it tightly enough to keep the fabric pressed firmly against the cut. It probably looked much worse than it really was; most wounds do.]

It didn't strike any major veins. Just ask Tear to heal it and you'll be fine in a day or so.

[Thankfully, despite how angry, put out and still worried Luke is, he doesn't want another fight either. They've had two - one over the journals and one physical one that ended like this, and that's more than enough for Luke. He looks down at the makeshift bandage and purses his lips. It still hurts, and he still wonders why Asch did something like that and- rrrgh. He'll have to ask later, when they've both calmed down.]

Fine... I guess this means the spar's over, huh?

Of course it is. You can't fight like this, it would be even more ridiculously one-sided than before. [Just can't resist that little jab. He'd totally been winning, okay.]

Edited 2011-02-14 10:40 (UTC)

[... WHAT

HE WAS TOTALLY WINNING THAT OKAY]

What the- One-sided? I kept up with you, didn't I?!

If that's what you want to believe. [You are so not on the level yet, dreck B|]

[H-Hey, he did pretty good for being like fifty levels behind you or so B|;;]

I-I'll do just that! [And with that, he huffs to himself and stands up - cringes a bit thanks to the wound in his arm, and he can't help reaching to press his hand against it while he waits for Asch to stand and lead the way out.]

[Yeah yeah, whatever D|

Asch does stand, retrieving his sword first, but rather than sheathing it and heading out, he gives it a brief examination, lost in thought. Ugh, he'd definitely have to clean it properly soon. He also had to get that bloody cloth to Dist. ...Or he could just make the snot-nosed scientist come in here with a mop, that would be infinitely more satisfying 8|a Decisions, decisions.]

[Well, if Asch isn't going to lead, Luke will. He makes a face over how long Asch is taking, then shakes his head and walks ahead of him to the doors leading out.

Once he reaches the doors, though, he looks back at Asch.]

... Are you coming, Asch? [Or are you going to stand there staring at whatever amount of his blood is left because that's kinda creepy 8|a]

[Five months...? Asch's dissonance could have been occurring for five months? That was, well...it wasn't seven years. Dist was still amazed Asch lasted that long, honestly, but meant told him nothing. For all Dist knew, Asch could begin to fade away at any moment.

He stood, prepared the items to draw blood, and approached Asch with the needle.]

What I can gather, your body had been relatively stable without the replica's presence, as your fonons had no place to disperse to. Once he was brought here was the moment your dissonance began, and your body's fonon began to separate. ...I can't tell you how to stop it, but you've proven to be rather stubborn when it comes to dying, Asch. I can at least determine the rate of which your fonons are fading, and I can possibly find a way to prolong the Big Bang for as long as I can.

Though that all depends on my finding with your blood. If your fonons are disappearing at a significant pace, there is not much I can do. [He pushed up his glasses, sighing.] ...Roll back your sleeve.

Then I don't know.

And until you decide, I won't decide either.

Until we change the situation here, it won't really matter. It's better just to avoid giving it too much thought.

[Asch pauses, then reluctantly removes his glove and pushes aside the fabric of his uniform. He hadn't been looking forward to this at all. Seeking a distraction, Asch recalls that there was something else he'd had to tell Dist, so...]

There's something you should know- I already died here once. It's been more than two years now, according to Luceti's calendar. [He pauses, and then adds in a voice as neutral as he can make it-] My fonons separated entirely. There was no Big Bang.

...Yeah. [Asch's voice is quiet, still looking strangely lost in thought. Dist will just have to be satisfied with what he's got- taking anything more would just look suspicious. He shakes the loose blood off his sword and sheathes it, following Luke out of the room.]

[Luke frowns at Asch at first, wondering what he's thinking... but then he walks out to find Star waiting for them. The cheagle gives a "mieu!" to welcome them back, then leaps and skitters up Luke's clothes to lounge on his shoulder. Thankfully, Star went up Luke's right side, otherwise Luke might swear and throw the cheagle across the room.

He doesn't pet Star like he usually does, though, if only to keep from getting blood all over him. Instead, he glances at him before he looks back at Asch.]

So... What happened back there?

Sympathy and concern are not always the same thing.

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