dissonates: <user name=fontech> ([echoes] where the sun doesn't shine)
[The message, tossed on the journal some time in the early afternoon, is short, carefully scripted, and with the camera concealed to keep it anonymous. He has no intention of dealing with the aftermath unless he absolutely has to.]

Luke fon Fabre and Xion have returned to their respective worlds.

[A short while later, another message is sent privately, though not so anonymously:]

[Private to Buffy and Jack (Horner)]

I won't be at the bar tonight. Close it if you want, work the shift yourselves, I don't care.


[After that, he's in the wind. First he goes out into the woods to where Luke was when they last spoke, to check for any signs of what might have been left, then to Luke's apartment to scour the place; he returns with a necklace, a ring, the Jewel of Lorelei, and a lot of hollow feelings.

After that, it's off to the Battle Dome, where he'll spend the next several hours destroying every simulation he can come up with, working his way through several of them one after another. He'll only stop once in a while when, in the midst of his fury and frustration, his body decides it's had enough; his heart seizes up, protesting the way it's being overworked. It's yet feeling the relief of that fact that for the first time in years, the weight of Luke's presence, their connection, no longer exists. His dissonance has been halted but he honestly wasn't prepared for how it would make him feel.

He won't be home for a long time.]
dissonates: <user name=fontech> (wat r u doin down thar)
[Have an Asch, curled up in bed, waking up from a nice cozy rest because of something feeling amiss. He's used to having two familiar presences always nearby. Guy isn't around, but he expects that (he's looking for Ciel with Meryl, he'd mentioned it earlier), and has no reason to worry. And ever since his first kidnapping with the Malnosso, Luke has been an ever-existent presence somewhere in his mind, at the back or the fore, depending on the strength of the link at the time. But now-

His eyes widen, and he sits straight up in bed, shoving the covers off and focusing intently for a moment. It's pointless - the connection's been severed.

Luke's gone.]


....dammit... dammit...!

[Time to curl up and try to go back to sleep. Maybe it's some sort of bad dream...]
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