Asch the Bloody (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dissonates) wrote2011-10-19 12:11 am
dissonates) wrote2011-10-19 12:11 am
[Action] (backdated to the 18th)
[Since this happened, Asch hasn't been entirely sure what to do with himself. He eats breakfast, he reads a little. He wanders through the village for a while, aimlessly and calm despite the bad news. It's a normal day. A nice day, even. Luceti is blissfully aware of his loss, and he likes it that way. There is no house to burn, no alcohol to waste, no friend to garner comfort from. There's the village, and there's the memories, and there's that coldness in his heart creeping up again. As usual. It's just another going-home situation, and that's become typical of this place. Maybe people are happy. She's gone back. She's free.
She's dead.
He needs to hit something, so he goes to the Battle Dome for a while. Normal. Everything is normal.
Eventually he'll make his way north- first to House 34, to get whatever Norma has for him. Then he moves on to the cherry blossom trees beyond the edge of the village. And then, finally, he finishes his wandering in the woods not far from the 2nd apartment building, tucked under a tree with a pad of paper and a few pieces of charcoal. He'll be there until the sun gets too low to see.
After that, well... who knows. But he won't return to the apartment until well after dark.]
She's dead.
He needs to hit something, so he goes to the Battle Dome for a while. Normal. Everything is normal.
Eventually he'll make his way north- first to House 34, to get whatever Norma has for him. Then he moves on to the cherry blossom trees beyond the edge of the village. And then, finally, he finishes his wandering in the woods not far from the 2nd apartment building, tucked under a tree with a pad of paper and a few pieces of charcoal. He'll be there until the sun gets too low to see.
After that, well... who knows. But he won't return to the apartment until well after dark.]
[Action] /SMOULDER
But instead, he sits at the other end of the table, head ducked slightly while glancing up at Asch. The food he made was chicken soup with white rice mixed in, and a few more pieces of chicken. Perhaps it's just slightly too salty, but otherwise, it's rather good. It's hard to screw up chicken soup, after all.]
I'm not just some replica... [He may be a replica, but... He's more than that. He knows it.
But the argument is quiet, as if he doesn't want this to turn into another fight. Instead, he'd rather watch to see what he thinks of the meal... and if he has anything to say about the sketches.]
[Action] ooh baby ooh
But then, it's not often that he isn't at war with something or other. It's just how it is now. Has been for years.
Enjoy the awkward silence, Luke, you'll get quite a few of them before the night is over.]
[Action] and i will leave my userhead on
He wants to find something to talk about... After swinging his legs a little, Luke glances at the sketchbook again before he looks up with a half smile.]
You, uh... You're really amazing at drawing! I don't think I could ever do anything like that...
[Action] /dramatic faint
[Siiiip. The replica totally walked into that one. Asch glances down at the soup, his expression a mixture of annoyance and dismissal. Too much salt. For someone who likes sweets so much, why does he always add too much salt?]
...Regardless, you should know better. Practice helps.
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[Luke sheepishly rubs the back of his head and glances away. Did he have to bring that up again? It's not like Luke's proud of what he did or anything...]
I've been trying for forever, but I just can't get any better at it. When I do it it just looks like something a little kid would draw. Just how much practice does it take?
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