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[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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Affected by all of this? What do you mean?

[As far as Emil is concerned, all of this is perfectly normal. Okay, so the beach is a little unexpected, but what's not to like about a free vacation?]

Oh, do you mean being teleported here?

You were teleported? [Wow, that means the Malnosso are even more interfering than ever.]

I think so... I mean, I just woke up on the beach this morning and I'm sure I wasn't here when I went to bed last night.

...Bastards... [Mumble grumble stupid Malnosso.] I suppose you're going to tell me you've been eating that fruit next.

Oh, um, would you like some too? It's really good, and it's not poisoned or anything.

Poison is hardly what I'm worried about. Isn't it affecting you somehow?

[Though it does look awfully tasty... damn.]

I don't think so. I don't feel any different, and I think I would notice if it made me grow a tail or something. You can't see anything different about me either, can you?

[Besides the random hugging, maybe? Asch can't really find a good retort to that, though, so he just scowls for a moment.]

Whatever... do you even know what it is?

Isn't it a starfruit?

[He's heard of those before! And this certainly looks like a star.]

How should I know? I've never seen it before.

I thought you were asking me because you knew what it was.

[...Is this communication fail or do they just suck? Well, whatever. Asch glances back at the trees around the beach, then mutters to himself and heads in that direction.]

Fine, I'll try one. But if something goes wrong I'm blaming you.