[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.)]

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[meritocracy]

[Natalia is in her own pretty little ensemble, the one that one of the characters in this weird game called Tales of the Abyss mentioned he might 'cry' if he saw her in.

She's laughing, clearly oblivious to whoever is around as she watches a pair of birds flutter over her head, a brightly colored flower resting in her hair--her eyes shining. It might be the first time since anyone has seen her that she has looked so happy.

Oh and she's headed your way Asch.]

[distressedude]

[Asch, you always look cranky, so Ion can't tell this crankiness apart from your usual crankiness...]

[But he still remembers what happened the last time they spoke to each other. Just as he remembers what happened shortly after that conversation when Dist decided to give him one that was even worse.]

[But hey, they can't let something like complete and utter humiliation over the journals keep them from being friends! Well, Ion wants to be friends at least. He's not holding his breath on whether Asch will considering him one any time soon. But regardless, he'll be headed over to him with a fruit in hand, already cut into two even shares and everything.]

Hello, Asch.

[inkdrops]

[Though she doesn't spot Asch immediately, Miyabi's scrounging along the beach, letting the waves lick at her bare feet as she draws a stick in the sand behind her. In her other hand, she's holding a cloth with cut up bits of fruit in it. Thankfully, she is not in a bathing suit, and instead a fitting ensemble of shorts and a long, fluttery top - made to look kind of like a dress.

It's just as she's putting a bite of fruit to her lips that she spies Asch...emerging from the water...in his full clothes.








Yep.]

A-Asch...?

[fabrecation]

[Someone just ate half of a nice, mild tasting fruit, and he kind of wants to share it with someone else. Someone he knows. Someone he cares about.

... Ah, there's one such person just chillaxin' on the beach. Luke grins and heads on over, especially humored to see Asch wearing a bathrobe, of all things.]

Hey, what's with that get-up? [Still, Luke feels so friendly towards Asch right now! He sits down by him and tilts his head curiously. Please, Asch, tell him why you're wearing that. He genuinely wants to know. He's your friend, and he wants to listen!]

[herotypical]

Swimming trunks are more in season, you know.

[ she couldn't help it. she had to say it. she sidles up next to him with a coconut-shell-beverage in her hand. ] Well. Sort of.

[broji]

[Ginji's been pretty content up until now to just sit on the sand and enjoy the nice weather, despite how out-of-season it must be for everyone else. But it's hard to miss his former employer sloshing through the waves. He doesn't remember him heading out there, and come to think of it, he really hasn't seen much of Asch since New Year's.]

[Which means Ginji is stumbling to his feet and loping over, waving an arm to try to get his attention.]

Mr. Asch!

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

[HI ASCH HI ASCH HI guess who's been eating some of that delicious fruit and is now approaching from behind in a tacklehug!]