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[It's early afternoon. The journal flies open and turns on abruptly in mid-air, a blast of resonating energy having blown it away from where it had been placed. As it flies, a few flashes of red, white, and black are visible, and when it lands, Asch and Luke are in the distance, swords clashing, the rec center just beyond where they're fighting. Occasionally they'll exchange commentary, but none of it seems to filter in.

The resonating noise continues, though, and as their swords clash one more time, it seems to grow even louder than before, until finally one shout rings clear-]

Pull back you dre-

[And before he can even finish, an explosion of light flares between them, and two identical cries of alarm are the only sound that filters through that eerie resonance. The light spreads, flaring outwards and sending the journal flying backwards, cutting off the feed.

The light is probably visible to most of the village as a single beam of light flying up towards the barrier and disappearing from sight. And there is a nice big crater in the forest just south of the rec center, where pretty much anything in that location - trees, bushes, grass, whatever - has... pretty much been decimated. A journal bearing Asch's name on the cover is sitting in the grass just outside of the crater, looking pretty ripped up and charred. The scene overall probably looks pretty dooming, especially since neither of the redheads are anywhere to be found.

[ooc: most responses will come from Luke, though Asch will chime in as well when he can!]

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[Cue the return of Captain Scowly-Face.]

How mature.

[...But okay, it's short-lived; her cheekiness is vaguely amusing and has earned her at least half of his forgiveness.]

[Giggling again, Miyabi's tempted to ask if they're both all right, but her brush merely hovers over the journal before she closes her eyes and makes a quiet humming sound. No, they were fine. If even Asch can make witty conversation with her, then they're fine. She doesn't have to worry, or be mad at them anymore. The damage was done, and they were okay.]

It comes with my age.

You make it sound like you're some ancient sage.

[Actually, besides her appearance, he... doesn't actually know how old Miyabi even is. People in Luceti often don't look their actual age... is this one of those cases?]

[That actually gets her to laugh, regardless of if the audio is turned on or off. Ah, that's right...not a lot of people know how old she really is, not even her closest friends. It never came up in conversation. What would ask say if she told him how old she was, how old she'd get one day? Would he make a funny face? Man, she hopes so.]

You don't think I'm sagely already, Asch? How mean, to treat someone my age like that! But no, I'd have to be at least two hundred to be considered that old. I was that old once, during an experiment, though. [When she was an envoy. That was...weird. Not bad, just unexpected, and surreal.]

Oh, before you ask, I'm eighty-five right now. [...] I think.

[Eighty-five? Eighty-five? Good grief, that was unexpected. She does not act like an elderly woman ought to act. He doesn't respond for a bit, pen tapping lightly against the page. Hmm.]

So instead of calling you short, I should call you old.

[afhkjfkg--ASCH, YOU JERK. Miyabi tightens her grip on her journal, half shouting into it that she's neither short nor old, before remembering that the audio's not on. Hnnngh...

She grabs her brush, and hastily draws a quick scribble of Asch tied to what looks like a large, round bomb. It's blotchy and the lines are messy and uneven, but the message under it is written with care--]

Come home soon. ♥

[Oh, Miyabi. You make it so easy.]

Just so I can be blown up by a grandmother? I'd rather not.

[Karma is a terrible thing, and Miyabi hates it very much. Also, she deems writing insufficient to showcasing the level of her outrage, thus clicks on the audio.]

Asch, you're the worst! I hope you get eaten by a bear! If not, then I'll send one out to come find you!

Edited 2011-05-19 01:14 (UTC)

Careful, you have to watch your blood pressure at that age.

[Trolololol...]

[Why was she worried about you again? B|]

You-- [Oh. Okay, fine. Miyabi accepts this challenge. She leers back at her journal, eyes narrowed.] ...At least I don't have lines on my face yet, or a receding hairline. How old are you again, Asch?

[Oooooh, Miyabi, you devil. POINTEDLY IGNORING THE REST OF THAT-]

I'm only 20!

[Ohoho, THE TABLES HAVE TURNED.]

And all that's happened already? Oh, wow, you're going to need help chewing your food in just another few years if this keeps up! Maybe Luke can help you with that.

[For a brief moment, Luke stops whatever kind of abuse he's giving to the teleporter to stick his head out of the fort.]

Help with what? [He heard his name and "help with that", and that's about it.]

[Before Asch can interupt, Miyabi pipes up with the happiest, sing-song voice she can muster, sounding almost entirely honest as she chimes in.]

Asch is getting old and losing his teeth! You're going to have to chew his food for him, Luke.

Wh- shut up, both of you! That's disgusting!

Wh- No! That's sick! I'm going back inside!

[And he's gone.]

[CANNOT STOP LAUGHING.]

[JOURNAL SLAM. GOD, YOU PEOPLE, WHAT EVEN.]

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