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.]
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You say that like it was a given. We all died easily enough the first time.
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[He's not about to be the first. He may not exactly love living, but he's not a seeker of death, either.]
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[He's got a point- even when they capture the soldiers, they hardly ever get anything out of them, so their understanding of the why is pretty minimal.]
I don't think getting to know them would make any of us happier, so it's probably for the best.
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[ Well, "later tonight" ]
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Tch. Not worth it.]
Do as you please, the bar's open.
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Spread his arms wide, announce his arrival, and-]
The party's been here!
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You're misinformed. Good Spirits doesn't organize parties.
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[ He laughs it off, seeing that... Norma isn't there. He was hoping for too much, maybe. But he goes to get a seat at the bar anyway. Haha ]
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[Dryly, so dryly. With half the staff missing he's really not great at making conversation... dammit.]
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[Not being much of a drinker himself, it's hard to say what mix goes with what mood. He's still kind of clumsy with the aspects of bartending besides the technicalities.]
If you feel like being ironic, Going Merry is fitting enough.
[There's nothing merry about the mood of this place. Even the peppy little boat in the glass just makes him want to sink it.]
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[ With a little wink, he twirls his fingers on the counter. Keeping deliberately - and possibly obnoxiously - peppy ]
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Still, somehow he manages to keep himself from killing the guy long enough to make his drink and slide it over. Please stop tapping the decor, sir.]
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Siiiiiiiip.
Loud siiiiiiiiip with a weird look at Asch because there's not a lot of people out here yet ]
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... That said, he's not got a reason to bug this guy, not really. He's sort of hoping more people will show up. If no one does though, then it'll just be a quiet night where he's got no need to be annoying. Just nursing his drink and perhaps rocking a bit. Spying over at him too ]