Asch the Bloody (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dissonates) wrote2014-06-05 11:00 pm
dissonates) wrote2014-06-05 11:00 pm
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[He's so stunned and disoriented to be alive again that he doesn't notice the lost connection inside his own head for at least three minutes.
For a while Asch just lies there in the grass, staring up at the sky and trying to figure out what the problem is. More specifically, what he's missing. He's not blind this time, that's a pleasant enough surprise. All his limbs and other senses are working. He thinks back to as many significant life experiences, pleasant or otherwise, and he can't come up with any gaps or missing memories. If he'd lost any, they weren't important enough to matter, apparently.
It's only when he finally sits up and tries to contact Luke and find out what's going on that he realizes he can't. He tries five times, wrestling with his fonons, prodding at the mental wall that used to be an open passage between his mind and his replica's. With that not working, it's easy to figure out what the problem is. He tries fonic artes- each of the four spells he's mastered, a few others learned from the Daathic books he'd gotten over the years. None of them work.
So. Answers that question. He'd kind of rather have taken the gap in memories, but it's not like anyone has ever asked him what he wanted.
Arriving at an empty house - aside from a noisy cat and a frantic cheagle - is just icing on the cake of his crappy life, so Asch wastes no time on sentimentality. Best to just get it over with: he opens the journal, jotting down a quick and emotionless note.]
I'm back.
Arietta the Wild has returned to Auldrant.
If anyone is willing to give me a debriefing on how the Zompania battle ended, I'd be grateful. I'll reopen Good Spirits tonight.
[True to his word, Asch'll be at Good Spirits that evening, though the atmosphere of the bar is significantly less cheery than usual. And with him tending the place, that's saying something.]
For a while Asch just lies there in the grass, staring up at the sky and trying to figure out what the problem is. More specifically, what he's missing. He's not blind this time, that's a pleasant enough surprise. All his limbs and other senses are working. He thinks back to as many significant life experiences, pleasant or otherwise, and he can't come up with any gaps or missing memories. If he'd lost any, they weren't important enough to matter, apparently.
It's only when he finally sits up and tries to contact Luke and find out what's going on that he realizes he can't. He tries five times, wrestling with his fonons, prodding at the mental wall that used to be an open passage between his mind and his replica's. With that not working, it's easy to figure out what the problem is. He tries fonic artes- each of the four spells he's mastered, a few others learned from the Daathic books he'd gotten over the years. None of them work.
So. Answers that question. He'd kind of rather have taken the gap in memories, but it's not like anyone has ever asked him what he wanted.
Arriving at an empty house - aside from a noisy cat and a frantic cheagle - is just icing on the cake of his crappy life, so Asch wastes no time on sentimentality. Best to just get it over with: he opens the journal, jotting down a quick and emotionless note.]
I'm back.
Arietta the Wild has returned to Auldrant.
If anyone is willing to give me a debriefing on how the Zompania battle ended, I'd be grateful. I'll reopen Good Spirits tonight.
[True to his word, Asch'll be at Good Spirits that evening, though the atmosphere of the bar is significantly less cheery than usual. And with him tending the place, that's saying something.]
Response-Written
[Anise isn't really sure what to say; partially because she's still drained from the last few days fighting, and partially because she knows what Arietta's going back to on Auldrant. Even if the God General wasn't ever really her friend or even someone she wanted around, she didn't deserve to die.]
[She'll place a hand over the camera as she writes, and do everything that she knows how to make herself as anonymous as possible. She doesn't want this message associated with her at all for a variety of reasons; it did probably seem like a mean trick, coming from her.]
I hope she's doing okay.
[With all the universes and all the people here it's possible that maybe she didn't even go back to Auldrant. Maybe she went somewhere else, somewhere better, or maybe she even went back to an Auldrant where she didn't die. If nothing else, Anise could hope.]
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I'm sure she's better off. She was never very happy here.
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[Then again, Anise had not really seen much of Arietta (and maybe she had been actively avoiding her), but it seemed weird that Arietta wouldn't be happy in a place where she was free to spend time with Ion.]
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[Even with Ion, it's not as if she got to see him every day. Not with him living with them. There's always been a separation between God-Generals and the rest of the residents of Auldrant. It's just how things are.]
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[There definitely was a rift between the two houses, but as the newest arrival, Anise didn't really understand how long it'd been in place. As far as she knew, Arietta only started avoiding the house when she showed up.]
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[It's like the replica's friends all assuming he's cranky. They only ever see him around Luke, so it isn't a surprise, even if he doesn't like it.]
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[Aside from Ion. Maybe it was a little cruel of Anise to say, and it wasn't that Arietta hated everyone to the degree that she hated Anise, but the fon master guardian had never really seen her warm up to anyone.]
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She didn't hate everyone. She loved just as strongly as anyone, but only those she thought had earned it.
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That didn't mean she had to be so mean to everyone, though! Just because she didn't think they deserved it...
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Hardly anyone had ever given her a reason to be kind to them.
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She didn't really give other people a reason to be kind to her, either! She was always so gloomy!
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Not everyone can just smile and fake it when life treats them like crap.