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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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[dissonates]

[Okay, Ion has a point. And the fruit is tasty, and he is hungry, so he goes ahead and keep eating. It's so suspicious, but... maybe this one time it's alright.

For once he finds he's not enjoying the silence of just standing around eating, though, so...]

Did anything happen in the village while I was gone?

[distressedude]

Nothing so big as to effect the whole village. Although--

[There was that Van thing and-- nope, not even going to start trying to explain that to Asch of all people.]

--it did seem like everyone was in a rather good mood this week. It makes today seem like the perfect way for it to end.

[dissonates]

[Should he pay attention to that hiccup in the middle? No? No. He doesn't care enough. Plus it could sour things, and surprisingly he finds the casual conversation... refreshing.]

I'm sure they've all done something they're going to regret tomorrow, though.

[it's the same every year, after all.]

[distressedude]

Regret? What do you mean?

[What could they possibly have to regret because clearly there is no experiment going on and everything is just hunky-dory over here!]

[dissonates]

It happens every year- you should know that by now. The Malnosso start meddling with our emotions and people start getting together when they normally wouldn't.

[Dude this is totally an experiment.

He just doesn't seem to care as much anymore...]