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[dissonates]

[Missions suck as much as, if not moreso than, the drafts. Asch has decided this. It's not just that he'd been sent on an uncomfortably-outnumbered solo mission, it's not just that his health problems had reared their ugly heads in the middle of it and nearly gotten him killed, it's not just he'd had to rely on luck and skill to keep him alive with zero ability to heal himself despite being a Seventh Fonist.

No, at this point, mostly? It's the fact that once it's all over, and the Malnosso saw fit to send him back to the village, he finds himself floundering underwater.

Bastards, is his second thought, since his first is a string of expletives that would do a sailor proud. Thankfully he's only a couple of feet or so from where his feet can touch solid ground, so within a minute he's slogging towards the shore, soaking wet and pulling seaweed from his hair. Damn. Bastards.

Not that the shore is much better. There's apparently something going on - the usual love experiment, no doubt - and he's managed to get dumped right in the middle of it. They probably did that on purpose. He can't do anything while soaked as he is, though, so his first order of business is to get changed. There isn't much selection, but within a few minutes he's got his uniform hung out to dry and is wearing a suit and a long, dark blue bathrobe. It's humiliating, but it's better than freezing to death back in the village.

Since he has to wait for his clothes and hair to dry in the sun, Asch will be hanging around the beach area, available for chatting, fruity goodness, and whatnot. Come and bother the cranky one! (He is unaffected by the normal love stuff, btw.)]

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i am so sorry i am not usually this slow. ;;

[herotypical]

No? Then you must be here for the cute half-coconut shell drinks, instead.

no worries, take your time bb

[dissonates]

Hardly. I'm here because of the Malnosso, not by choice. [He gestures towards where he'd hung his clothes, still dripping dry.]

/hugs

[herotypical]

[ it takes her a moment but the synapses eventually jump; connect. ]

Returned, you mean? Post-napped? In the sea?

Sucksville.

<3

[dissonates]

I was on a mission, but yes. I suppose I should be grateful I was at least close to the shore.

[But by his tone, he is very obviously not.]

[herotypical]

And today, too. A convenient lack of freezing. You could've ended up all...hypothermic.

[dissonates]

About that. What the hell is going on? Valentine's? [He'd thought that the day was well beyond it, but last year was an odd schedule too, if he remembers it right. Stupid Malnosso, are they still trying to trip everyone up?]

[herotypical]

Looks like. Some folks are acting mighty wiggy, too. As usual.

[dissonates]

Tch. The worst holiday, then. [He lifts a brow at her, though, his gaze shifting briefly to the drink she's holding. How... festive.] So why are you here, then?

[herotypical]

Shifty badness? Yes. I can't deny that. But -- sunshine! Sand! Sea-antics. What can I say, Summers isn't just a surname. It's a way of life.

[dissonates]

You don't seem affected or even bothered about all of this.

[herotypical]

Love heals all wounds. Or...wait, is that time heals all wounds. Oh well. It's love now.

[dissonates]

...Tch. I've never liked that saying. [Though he's probably got a hell of a bias- it always seems to take an absurd amount of time to heal his wounds, whether they be physical or otherwise.]

[herotypical]

Neither did I, until recentl-- [ well. damn.

that's suspicious. buffy frowns. ]

How was it? [ focus on him instead, summers! ] The kidnapping. Suitably traumatic?

[dissonates]

Not at all. I was fighting the entire time, and that's nothing unusual for me. [Asch offers an impassive shrug.] I was glad to have gone; at least I missed the majority of this mess.

[herotypical]

[ her buoyant attitude drops. ] Where was the battle?

[dissonates]

I wasn't exactly kept informed. It was a mountain region, though. Too many steep cliffs for my tastes.

[herotypical]

Not like any we'd been to before?

[dissonates]

I can't say for sure. I know that I didn't recognize it. The weather was much warmer, though, so I'd guess it's either to the south of the enclosure or on the other side of the world.

[herotypical]

...It's a bit like playing geographical bingo, isn't it?

[dissonates]

...Never heard of it. Is it a game?

[By "play", he'd assume so, but...]

[herotypical]

Kinda. Well -- yeah. But in this case? It's more of a metaphor.

[dissonates]

...Those don't make much sense across worlds, you know.

[herotypical]

Across some worlds. And all I know about yours is what...[ guy told me. abort abort abort. ]

Well. For all I know? Bingo could be the national sport.

[dissonates]

[.....Dodged a bullet there, eh.

Well, at least she gave it some effort. Even so, as usual he only understands about half of what she's saying.]

I've never heard of that one, either.

[herotypical]

National sport? It's like...a thing that your whole culture does. Like a pastime. But it has to be fun.

[ wait a minute. ] Well, it doesn't have to be fun. But it at least has to pretend to be fun.