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[So it's been almost a month. A lot has happened in that time, most of which Asch would much rather have avoided. But there's little helping that; it's common knowledge that life will kick you around even when you're already down, and he's used to it by now. Luceti has made him complacent over time, and this past month has been a very rude awakening. It's time to move on and stop pretending he's someone else.

So with the mask of dismissal very carefully reconstructed and back on his face where it belongs, as soon as the village starts to quiet down and the effects of the experiment fading, Asch returns from the mountain at last. His first trip is to the shop to leave his camping gear there, not wanting to carry it all the way back to the house. Instead he finds a crate and takes it to Good Spirits, raiding the back room (whether the bartender of the night likes it or not) and grabs a few bottles of the very strongest liquor. It probably looks like he's going on a drinking binge, and after all that's happened, who could blame him?

But no. Next stop is House 5, to come home for what he's decided will be the last time. He heads inside, calling out as he deposits the alcohol on the kitchen table-]

Hey, replica! We're leaving, let's go.

[After that it's time for packing. Then moving to a community building- the closest one, a safe distance but not too far, either. There's very little that he wants to keep, after all. Finally, a comment left in the journal this evening, to avoid a crowd-]

House 5 will be gone tonight. Don't interfere.

[And true to his word, thanks to well-placed tinder, matches, and a crate of hard liquor, House 5 will be a raging inferno around sunset this evening, with Asch, Luke, and Star the cheagle watching it burn to the ground.

Feel free to bother him at any time during all of this, if it tickles your fancy!]

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[Luke had tried for small talk at first, but upon hearing Asch's responses, or lack thereof, he settled down and let their trips be silent. He claimed a room and set the box down, only having time to open up the box before he ran out after Asch. Jeez, he was in a hurry...

Back at the house is one last trip, and Luke stands with Star on his shoulder as he surveys the house. Mostly empty, save for stuff they didn't want or need.]

Well... I guess we're ready to go.

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...Almost. [Asch stands quietly for a long moment, studying the house carefully, then he gestures for Luke to wait, stepping forward to return to the house. There was one more box left- the alcohol he'd pilfered from the bar. It only takes about ten minutes to crack open a handful of the bottles, trailing the contents from one room to the next. He pauses in Guy's room - memories there, still, and he doesn't fail to notice the missing blanket.

...Tch. He'll let Luke get away with it for now, if he wants to cling so badly. Asch is done with it. He breaks the top off of a bottle of vodka and pours the entire contents on and around the bed, leaving a second, full bottle beneath it. This room is the one he wants completely gone, after all.

He circles back around to the kitchen, leaving a bottle scattered here and there for extra fuel, but the majority are emptied completely. Once he's satisfied that the house is good and ready, he steps back to the entrance, pausing in the doorway just long enough to mutter the incantation of a fonic arte under his breath. Once the arte is cast and the glyph begins to fade beneath his feet, he faces forward and heads outside, shutting the door and stepping over to where Luke and Star are waiting.

And a moment before he reaches them, Explosion shakes the house for the second time in its recent history, and the fire begins to spread furiously as he turns to watch it burn.

He doesn't want a single wall standing by the time it's over.]

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[Luke had noticed that small ball of light falling from the sky, the usual beginning of the Explosion arte, but he could only watch, not quite realizing what it was until it was too late.

All of the vodka that was spread without Luke's knowledge makes the resulting Explosion... well, cause an explosion. It's enough to make Luke yelp and fall back to his bottom, and for Star to let out a startled "Mieu!" and skitter away from them to a bush across the pathway. The windows break, the whole foundation shakes, and in no time, the entire house is covered in flames.

There went several months worth of memories... Though it was probably years for Asch. Still, this was- this was utterly drastic, and Luke stares with a gape, dumbstruck as he sits there with his mouth hanging open. After a moment or two, he slowly stands and raises his hands to his hair. Were they even allowed to do this? Surely there was some kind of rule against it.

And- Dear Yulia and Lorelei he was not expecting Asch to set the whole damn house on fire.]