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[dissonates]

.....

Hn. So I did come back.

Something's off.

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[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

I don't mind it so much anymore.

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[dissonates]

....Hmph. Idiot.

[He doesn't sound as nasty as he usually does as he says it, though.

[Action]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Yeah yeah, I know.

[Action]

[dissonates]

[Asch fights back a tiny smile, hiding it behind his sandwich. He'd never, ever say it aloud, but it felt good to have the replica's presence once again in the back of his mind. It had been far too lonely without it.]

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[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

How... do you feel?

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[dissonates]

It's strange, but I'm fine. I don't feel sick or tired at all.

[He's been having this strange suspicion since his return, so he lowers his sandwich and looks back over at Luke again.]

What about you? Do you feel different?

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[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Good... I'm glad.



... kind of.

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[dissonates]

'Kind of'?

[Asch crosses his arms across his chest, waiting for an explanation.]

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[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

I feel... stronger I guess.

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[dissonates]

Stronger? You'll have to be more specific, replica. That could mean anything.

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[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

It's tough to explain....



Well, it's like something inside me feels complete... maybe...

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[dissonates]

....Complete.

[Asch turns away at that, concealing his hands. With Luke unable to see, he lifts them enough to hover one over the sandwich he's holding, focusing for a long moment. Nothing; not a spark or even a glimmer. After a while he gives up, crushing the sandwich between his fingers and cursing loudly.]

Dammit! I knew it...!

[Action]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Wh-What is it?

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[dissonates]

[Asch scowls, turning on Luke again, tossing the remnants of his sandwich to the counter.]

Replica, use your hyperresonance, now. I have to see it.

[Action]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

What? In here?!

[Action]

[dissonates]

You've learned to control it, haven't you?!

[Action]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Yeah but still... you're serious?

[Action]

[dissonates]

....Replica.

[Action]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

O-Okay....

[Action]

[dissonates]

[Asch stares at the empty space where the table had been, silent for a long moment as he lets what had happened sink into his mind. He crouches down and touches the floor, feeling a slight warmth in the air and on the tile, but nothing more.]

Second-order hyperresonance. So it's true...

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[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

...

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[dissonates]

[Asch presses a hand to his forehead with a faint groan, teeth clenching.]

Looks like you got my power after all.

[Action]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

But... how?

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[dissonates]

I died, replica. Everything should have gone to you. I'm surprised you don't have my memories on top of it.

[God, but this was irritating. To have lost one more thing to the replica, the one thing he'd known was superior...!]

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[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

But why? I wouldn't want your memories...