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[dissonates]

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.]

Comments

[dissonates]

[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.

[fabrecation]

[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?

[dissonates]

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.]

[fabrecation]

[... WHAT

HE WAS TOTALLY WINNING THAT OKAY]

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

[dissonates]

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

[fabrecation]

[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.]

[dissonates]

[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.]

[fabrecation]

[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]

[dissonates]

...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.]

[fabrecation]

[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?

[dissonates]

[...Dammit, and Asch had been hoping Luke would get distracted. He shrugs idly, brushing past Luke.]

It's nothing. I staggered, that's all.

[fabrecation]

Staggered? Asch, you were hurt!

[dissonates]

And again I should remind you that you were the one bleeding all over the place.

[fabrecation]

That doesn't matter, it's fixed now! What about you?

[dissonates]

Do I look hurt to you?

[fabrecation]

No, but what happened to you looked a lot worse than what happened to me!

[dissonates]

Then your eyes are defective. Now shut up about it already!

[fabrecation]

Asch...

[Why is he so damn stubborn? Aah, that's right. Luke can be the same way sometimes...

Well. Maybe he'll ask Guy later. For now, he lets out a frustrated sigh.]

Fine, never mind.

[dissonates]

[Asch doesn't let his relief show; instead he reaches out to grab Star off of Luke's shoulder, ignoring the cheagle's startled yelp.]

Hurry up and go find Tear so she can heal you, idiot.

[fabrecation]

... Okay, okay, I'm going.

[Luke was a little surprised by the sudden cheagle loss, but after he recovers, he starts to walk out-

... And stops, then glances back at Asch.]

I'm just worried about you, okay?

[And now he heads out.]

[dissonates]

[....Stupid replica. Asch scowls, turning away abruptly and going to leave the blood sample with Dist. The sooner this is dealt with, the better.]