[Action]

[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.)]

Comments

[dissonates]

As far back as recorded history can tell us, but that's somewhat limited. Beyond that, it's hard to tell.

[herotypical]

...Who knows, then. Maybe once upon a time, the monsters were just legends.

[ she glances back at the rest of the shore. wondering if she had perhaps outstayed her welcome. ]

[dissonates]

...Maybe.

[Truth be told, he's surprised she bothered to try and talk to him this long. Maybe because of Guy? Or he just looked pathetic like this, standing on the beach by himself.

...Tch, that better not be it.]

[herotypical]

Makes me wonder if things'll ever chance at home. If we went public with the whole vamp and demon thing...

[ most likely the first. maybe a little bit of the second. ]

[dissonates]

Why do you bother hiding it, anyway? Isn't it more dangerous for people to not know?

[The very idea just seems so stupid to him. Better to be aware than to be killed by something you don't even know exists.]

[herotypical]

...The Slayer works just a little bit outside the law. Besides -- official-types? Wouldn't know how to deal. They'd just bring guns.

Guns never help.

[dissonates]

...An incompetent monarchy? Or military?

[Hard to say how the governments of other worlds work. He's used to royals making stupid decisions, so maybe her world isn't that different, as far as intelligence goes.]

[herotypical]

Both. Sorta. In multiples.

[dissonates]

...Tch, that's the worst. Monsters I can deal with. But you can't just slay a king and expect everything to be resolved after the fact.

[Which is a shame, because rulers are occasionally easier to kill, and the world has far too many problems because of them.]

[herotypical]

...Not to mention that it's also a major faux-pas to slay the souled.

[dissonates]

"Slay the souled"?

[He's not even going to touch the jibberish she said in the middle there.]

[herotypical]

I fight demons. Not -- y'know, humans. Or even peaceful demons, to be honest. Just the demons who are out to end the world or snack on folks.

[dissonates]

You've killed people here, though.

[Assuming the Third Party count as people, that is.]

[herotypical]

[ sharply: ] Here's not home.

[dissonates]

[Hmm. A sensitive subject, or just unfortunate implications of his comment? Well, either way, her reaction is noted.]

We don't have that sort of stigma on my world.

[herotypical]

...The soul thing? Not everyone has it back home, either.

[dissonates]

Why does it matter who you do or don't kill, then?

[Ahahaha someone's concept of the value of life is somewhat screwed up.]

[herotypical]

Because the job description is to protect the world from vampires, demons, and the forces of evil. Human baddies? Well -- I let the human authorities take care of that.

[dissonates]

Since your job is a secret, I assume you'd be punished for indiscriminate killing anyway.

[Just an educated guess. Something like that isn't so different from the cities in Auldrant, after all.]

[herotypical]

...Indiscriminate killing should be something avoided for more than just dodging the strap. I protect people -- kinda hard to do that when you're killing them.

[dissonates]

[Asch shrugs.]

That's a morality issue, though, not any sort of obligation or duty.

[herotypical]

I once...thought that I'd killed a girl. Even by accident. It didn't feel just like a morality issue. I knew I'd done something wrong.

[dissonates]

[Wrong to kill, huh...

...haven't felt that for a long time.]

It's a non-issue for you because of those beliefs, but it still comes down to your morals against someone else's. Another person might see an accidental death as excusable and dismiss it.