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[dissonates]

[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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.../throws Meme onto the fire

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

...probably.

[Probably not. Not like he remembers this place, now. Or loving Asch. Or Good Spirits. Or her. That's the worst part. It'd be easier somehow if she could think of Guy at home going Damn, I kinda miss that place. But...

...nope. She goes to say something inane like it's better this way and can't bring herself to say it. It's a pretty stupid sentiment. Instead, she shifts and turns, intent on heading home. But she can't go without saying something.

Her voice is low and thick with suppressed hurt.]

I'm sorry, Asch.

BURN GOAT BURN

[dissonates]

[Her tone catches his attention a little; he's not exactly sympathetic to the pain of others, but at the very least he can acknowledge it.]

It doesn't matter. We'll all be sent back eventually- we're just waiting longer than he is.

/toasts marshmallows |D

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[...]





I know.

...Where are you going?

[dissonates]

We've moved to the second community building. That's good enough for us.

[Whether or not living with the replica will end in disaster? That's a question he doesn't know how to answer yet.]

[mikangirl.livejournal.com]

[She won't ask more than that. If she feels the need to track Asch and Luke down later, knowing the building is good enough. For now, giving space is... better for everyone involved.]

Take care.

[And she'll move past him, heading for home.]