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[The journal turns on with a little crash, revealing... the ceiling. Yes, very exciting.]

Stop knocking things over!

[A small, furry black face saunters over to the journal, sniffing curiously. It meows. And then, turning, flops over right on top of it, covering the camera.]

Hey, cat, get off that, it's not your damn bed.

[A small trill, and the fuzzy thing rolls over, revealing a mildly irritated redhead.]

...What the hell? You actually turned it on? Hey, dreck, the cat's from the Dawn Age.

[His tone is even mildly amused for that one. He brushes the kitten off the journal, picking it up and half-closing it. Before it shuts, he reconsiders, then grabs the pen and scribbles out a note.]

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I need to talk to you.

[There, that's good enough. Back to the whiny, needy little monstrosity who has moved on to making his own water dish into a cat bath. Surprise! Luke brought home a kitten for his very disgruntled original. What a wise decision this was, eh.]

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[Dist watches as well, like a vulture, and raises a brow once Asch looks down at his hands. That...could be problematic. Even if he said he didn't feel strange, anything and everything needed to be taken into consideration. Hyperresonance was extremely dangerous, and for a single person to be able to force it out at their will...it wasn't something to abuse.]

My research and I beg to differ...but so far, I see nothing out of the usual. However... [Dist approaches Asch and holds out one hand, the other holding a tiny instrument, looking kind of like a miniature stapler.] Let me see your hands, Asch.

[Miniature stapler, really? Why does Asch not like the look of this? He asked for it, though, so reluctantly he offers out his hands to Dist. His hands are pointedly more red than the rest of his skin, but otherwise the marks of hyperresonance aren't terribly prominent.]

[ ... she smiles a little, though not because of the kitten. She heard him stop himself, and it warms her. She puts the feathers briefly aside to reach out her hand and let the kitten sniff her fingers. ]

No, I was just curious. It sounds like a name you'd hear in a storybook. [ Her smile broadens, a little. It makes her think of a prince, or some sort of kind spirit. It's funny on a little kitten. ]

Not a storybook- it's from a hymn of the ancient times. Tsuae means "sound"- or noise, in his case.

[~~Shut up, I didn't know how to describe it.~~ basically, it's very similar to this (http://www.diabeticdrugstore.com/products/small/4712147.jpg), only its purpose is different. Dist takes Asch's hand in his and...after frowning at the look of his hand just with his eyes alone, he pricks one of the boy's fingers with the small device. It shouldn't hurt too bad - like being bitten, maybe, by a small animal - and will end in a few seconds.

Any complaints Asch may have will be purposely ignored as Dist removes the slide, with blood and tissue sample, from the teensy instrument and places it onto a telescope.]

Mm...though I suppose there isn't much to be desired by you using your hyperresonance, Asch, I do advise that you at least do so with caution...lest you lose your hands at the least. You're killing the fonons on your palms, to a variable degree, with each use. They will, of course, reform, but prolonged use of your skill could be permanently damaging. ...Other than that, I do see that your fonons are separating a slightly increased rate from before. It's nothing serious, however, from what I can tell today.

Though... [Nggh, he hates to say this.] I think we should meet more frequently, especially if your pains persist and become stronger.

[Oh yeah, he sounds so thrilled. Asch glances down at his hands, scowling, then shrugs his shoulders.]

How often, then? We didn't stick to the schedule last time.

[Permanent damage... he flexes his hands a few times, feeling the stiffness of his fingers. Enough to prevent him from using hyperresonance anymore? Or... would it become so severe that he'll no longer wield a sword?

...Will he even live that long?]

[Dist finishes up with his slide, writes down a few quick scribbles - which he underlines to get to later - then turns to Asch and thinks. They really hadn't stuck to their schedule very well, and though Dist didn't want to spend too much time with someone he greatly disliked...]

Once a month, provided we are both available. And if you happen to need me before then, contact me. As for my overall diagnosis...you appear to be in good health. Your fonon separation has increased from when we last met, but from what I see, it's nothing to be too concerned about.

...You're not dying, if that's what you're afraid of. You still have time left to live, Asch. Ample time.

[ She bursts out in giggles before she can stop it, though she quickly claps a hand over her mouth. When it's safe to talk, she grins at him, though the odd look of her smile says she's not quite sure what to think of him right now. ]

Noise? What kind of name is that? He can't be that loud!

... He probably just wants to eat.

[The thought makes him laugh quietly and push himself up to a standing position. Once he's standing, he leans on the counter and continues to watch Tsuae, who... just eats.]

Did you ever have any pets, Asch? [Luke wasn't allowed to have any, but maybe Asch...]

... You do?

[Whoa whoa WHOA, this is strange. Stella pauses, though she's not in view of the camera. She was getting her shoes on and all.]

What... element do they represent?

[Asch falls silent again, rubbing at his wrists as he ponders the implications of that. Not dying? Not yet, or not at all? Or is it something impossible to predict? The second option would clear up so many fears, but at the same time, he's not even sure if he could force himself to trust such a verdict. He's lived with the shadow of his own death over his shoulder for so long now.

Better to just wait it out, then. With an idle shrug, he retrieves his shirt, pulling it back on.]

One month, then. I'll avoid using hyperresonance when I can.

You'd think differently if you heard him crying when he's hungry. [He's a little irritated by the laughter, though it's surprisingly marginal for him. Maybe the replica was right about the kitten all along.

...Not that he'd admit that.]

What, in Daath? Don't be stupid. I'd never have had time to take care of it.

[Between the training, and the missions, and the slow and steady manipulation of a madman? Yeah.]

Efreet is fire. Rem is Light, and Shadow is- obvious.

Yes... It's the same on Melfes. Rem is Sea, though the sea has holy connections in my world... So it's probably the same as Light.

Now I have to wonder if there are other such connections between our worlds... [She comes in view finally, and smiles.] Would you mind me coming over? I'd like to see Tsuae, too.

[Well hey, Luke has no idea what being an Oracle soldier is like! He figured they'd have some time to themselves, but...]

Oh... [BUT HE WILL NOT BE DETERRED. Instead, he just grins.] Well, now we'll finally know what it's like! I never had anything like this back at home... [Mieu doesn't count.]

[Dist sighs at Asch's nervous behavior, though it really isn't something he's not used to. Of course the he's afraid to die - he's not ready for it. And even if he did within the next few months, Luceti would prevent true death, and only bring him back once more, perhaps to suffer again. How sick...to continue an endless cycle like that, if it were really the case. Even if Asch is a wretched and abhorrent little tyrant, Dist wouldn't wish that upon him. ...Today, at least.

He organizes his papers as Asch dresses and nods him out the door.]

Very well. I'll see you in one month, then.

It's not just our worlds, either. I've seen similarities come up in others, too.

[A pause, and then-]

...Yeah, you can.

[God, replica, where did you get that optimism from? It sure as hell wasn't your original.]

What about that cheagle child of yours? Not to mention we've had Star living with us for months now.

[Not that Asch considered Star to be much of a pet, either. More of an overly cuddly nuisance who ate too much cabbage.[

[Right, right. Asch considers responding - reconsiders once, twice, then shrugs it off - before turning away, lifting a hand to wave idly as an acknowledgment as he heads out. He's never thanked Dist, and he's not sure he could in light of the fact that this man is in part responsible for his life going completely to hell, but... well.

Dist doesn't have to help him, so it wouldn't kill him to be a little appreciative. Hmm.]

Only you would name a kitten "noise," Asch. You're terrible. [ She doesn't seem to mean it, though, still laughing quietly. ] Anyway, you'll get used to it. Plus, it should get a little quieter as it gets older.

What? It's my cat, I can call it what I want. It's still a better name than "thing".

[His naming skills are clearly superior to the replica's! Because he's superior in every way, obviously. ~~except social skills and survivability~~]

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Only by a little. [ ... she's ... teasing him, yes. ]

Mieu? He's annoying. And Star eats too much.

[Not to mention that Mieu's more like another member of the party rather than a pet, but that's too sentimental even for Luke.]

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....that is not the icon I picked, lj

........ rofl but those shades suit him so well.

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