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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[His cheeks puff up for a moment, all tinged red, but he keeps his hands to himself and manages to just take the teasing. In truth, he doesn't mind it that much. If Asch is teasing him, then it means he's comfortable. Or something. Maybe.
And maybe Luke just likes the attention.]
Forget it. Next time I'll bring something over and you're gonna like it.
[Or throw it in the trash immediately. Whatever. He shuts up after a minute, taking in what he can of Asch's place with new eyes. He could only see so much from the entryway, after all.]
nah I don't think asch really let him in before
[Truth be told, he'd have preferred that to what he'd actually lost.
The house - or at least the entrance and living room area, which is what's mostly visible - is pretty sparsely decorated. It's not exactly bland, but it's definitely muted- calm, subtle colours mixed with greys and blacks. Probably about what you'd expect out of the home of Asch the Bloody. If there'd been any decor from Arietta, it's gone now, vanished with her or packed away. Even the cat sleeping on the couch is black and white.
There's a lot of books, though. On the table, on shelves, tucked away here and there. And at least the place is clean and has a nice smell to it- cozy, something subtle and vanilla-tinged. Actually, it smells a little bit like... home.]
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[No one's really explained what happens when you come back. He's taking in the neat monochrome of where Asch lives, and then he's distracted by the cat. And the books. The books are interesting, but the cat is even moreso; he didn't realize he missed having something fuzzy and warm snuggling up to him at night until he woke up here.
He doesn't say anything to Asch, he just slowwwly slinks up to the couch and holds out his hand, hoping he doesn't scare away the cat. Oh, right, it's sleeping... He clicks his tongue a couple times, trying to get its attention.]
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[Asch remains standing, leaning against the nearest wall, keeping his distance. The cat, on the other hand, stretches himself out when the noise and Luke's hand makes him stir, yawning dramatically as only cats can. After a moment of bleary staring, the cat stands and saunters over to Luke, sniffing his hand and then rubbing up cozily like an old friend, beginning to purr.
...Well. At least this Luke still smells the same as the one who'd brought the kitten home for Asch three years ago. That's oddly comforting.]