dissonates: credit... unsure? (uh-huh whatever you say)
Asch the Bloody ([personal profile] dissonates) wrote2011-02-11 01:33 pm

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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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[identity profile] talvimyrskyn.livejournal.com 2011-02-12 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ there is an echo of laughter on the wind. such an impatient human. they are all so impatient, always rushing, moving quickly. what is the hurry? can you not stay and talk for a while with a winter spirit?

fine, then. she will give him something to focus on. she strokes Star's head again. ]


What is?

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[identity profile] talvimyrskyn.livejournal.com 2011-02-12 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ she will likely laugh more, if he keeps up that attitude. but for now she is appeased. in Asch's own voice, with that same distorted echo: ]

Cheagle. Star. [ a beat. in her amalgam voice: ] What. World. From? [ this creature... is it of earth? She's never seen its like, though she knows she hasn't seen all her planet has to offer. ]

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[identity profile] talvimyrskyn.livejournal.com 2011-02-12 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
Auldrant...

[ again, his voice. congratulations, Asch; you're now one of the voices that will get included in the amalgam voice she's been building up. though not immediately; after this conversation, at least. she can respect his poor nerves that much. in her "normal" voice once more: ]

Many. Worlds. ... strange. [ again, she blows a breeze through his hair, staring up at him without blinking. ] Where -- going?