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towerofanimus2013-01-13 03:19 pm
bloodyashes) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-13 03:19 pm
And happiness is -
Characters: Asch and Luke/open/open/Orihime
Setting: Luke's room, first morning of the event; the Graveyard, that afternoon; the music floor, the 16th, 17th, and 18th; the kitchens, the 19th
Format: AH WHATEVER MAN
Summary: An overjoyed creeper finds something he thought was lost; later, he visits the graveyard and finds something else unusual. Afterwards, piano playing and tea parties.
Warnings: ... Creepers gonna cuddle. Sorry Luke.
Luke's room -
[There was something against the edge of his mind, the feeling of an extension of himself in a way that he hadn't felt in... Just over a year now, wasn't it?
Asch is throwing himself out of bed in an instant, ignoring his coat and weapons; he doesn't even take the time to pull his shoes on properly, laces dragging behind him as he rushes up the stairs to that old, familiar room. The bed had been filled again at one point, some stranger that Asch couldn't bear to even look at, but that person was gone now, so maybe...
The name on the door is the same. He throws it open, looking to the corner for the familiar mess of red hair - ]
...You're here. You're really here.
[The joy on his face is utterly unrestrained as he makes his way to his replica's bedside, stumbling over his shoelaces and not giving a damn.]
Graveyard -
[That morning had been... strange, to say the least, so he'd felt the need to make sure, to be positive that this wasn't all some dream or Tower trick. He'd taken the time to go back to his room and get properly dressed before making this trip, but he had to be sure.
He's stood in this spot a hundred times, knelt and rubbed his fingers across the engraved letters so often they'd begun to show wear from his constant attention. But now, the headstone is blank -
What a strange sight he must be, falling to his knees in front of a nameless grave.]
[On his way out, he pauses in front of a familiar stone lion, running his hand across the carved mane. It had started out for him as a place to do honor to those no one else would mourn, but over the years, it had come to symbolize to him everyone left behind on Auldrant. He never passes it without taking a moment - ]
Flowers?
[Dried and crumpled, as though left for days, but these are... They're the flowers he left, the first time he came here, four years ago. They should have long since turned to dust.]
How the hell...?
Music room -
[The sounds of a piano being played fills the floor - not the usual faint playing of the instruments doing it themselves, but an actual player seated on the bench. The melody that flows out from Asch's fingers is far more joyful than his usual playing; he feels like he hasn't stopped smiling in days, and there's no point in trying.
Luke is here. Even if it's by some strangeness of the Tower - he has absolutely no complaints. The reverse of complaints, really; he's a bit tempted to send a present to whichever admin was responsible for giving him Luke back.
A violin adds itself to his playing. He doesn't even twitch, just sighs faintly and continues to play. Some things, apparently, were still business as usual.]
Kitchen -
[He's spent most of the morning making cookies - even after four years, Orihime hasn't lost her taste for making foods strangely, so it's probably better if he just takes care of it. It's their unbroken habit; one of the few things he used to measure the time, right after Luke had disappeared.
Asch smiles and puts the water on to boil. Some part of him knows that this won't last - the Tower's strangeness never does - but he's not going to let that stop him from enjoying what time there is. Seeing Luke again leaves him with a wholesome, optimistic feeling that he can't regret.
A tray of cookies on the table, and more on the counter; he sits down to wait.]
Setting: Luke's room, first morning of the event; the Graveyard, that afternoon; the music floor, the 16th, 17th, and 18th; the kitchens, the 19th
Format: AH WHATEVER MAN
Summary: An overjoyed creeper finds something he thought was lost; later, he visits the graveyard and finds something else unusual. Afterwards, piano playing and tea parties.
Warnings: ... Creepers gonna cuddle. Sorry Luke.
Luke's room -
[There was something against the edge of his mind, the feeling of an extension of himself in a way that he hadn't felt in... Just over a year now, wasn't it?
Asch is throwing himself out of bed in an instant, ignoring his coat and weapons; he doesn't even take the time to pull his shoes on properly, laces dragging behind him as he rushes up the stairs to that old, familiar room. The bed had been filled again at one point, some stranger that Asch couldn't bear to even look at, but that person was gone now, so maybe...
The name on the door is the same. He throws it open, looking to the corner for the familiar mess of red hair - ]
...You're here. You're really here.
[The joy on his face is utterly unrestrained as he makes his way to his replica's bedside, stumbling over his shoelaces and not giving a damn.]
Graveyard -
[That morning had been... strange, to say the least, so he'd felt the need to make sure, to be positive that this wasn't all some dream or Tower trick. He'd taken the time to go back to his room and get properly dressed before making this trip, but he had to be sure.
He's stood in this spot a hundred times, knelt and rubbed his fingers across the engraved letters so often they'd begun to show wear from his constant attention. But now, the headstone is blank -
What a strange sight he must be, falling to his knees in front of a nameless grave.]
[On his way out, he pauses in front of a familiar stone lion, running his hand across the carved mane. It had started out for him as a place to do honor to those no one else would mourn, but over the years, it had come to symbolize to him everyone left behind on Auldrant. He never passes it without taking a moment - ]
Flowers?
[Dried and crumpled, as though left for days, but these are... They're the flowers he left, the first time he came here, four years ago. They should have long since turned to dust.]
How the hell...?
Music room -
[The sounds of a piano being played fills the floor - not the usual faint playing of the instruments doing it themselves, but an actual player seated on the bench. The melody that flows out from Asch's fingers is far more joyful than his usual playing; he feels like he hasn't stopped smiling in days, and there's no point in trying.
Luke is here. Even if it's by some strangeness of the Tower - he has absolutely no complaints. The reverse of complaints, really; he's a bit tempted to send a present to whichever admin was responsible for giving him Luke back.
A violin adds itself to his playing. He doesn't even twitch, just sighs faintly and continues to play. Some things, apparently, were still business as usual.]
Kitchen -
[He's spent most of the morning making cookies - even after four years, Orihime hasn't lost her taste for making foods strangely, so it's probably better if he just takes care of it. It's their unbroken habit; one of the few things he used to measure the time, right after Luke had disappeared.
Asch smiles and puts the water on to boil. Some part of him knows that this won't last - the Tower's strangeness never does - but he's not going to let that stop him from enjoying what time there is. Seeing Luke again leaves him with a wholesome, optimistic feeling that he can't regret.
A tray of cookies on the table, and more on the counter; he sits down to wait.]
Graveyard
[He's not sure how he'll be able to tell, but he'll get to that when he needs to.]
[He spots the redhead, and at the exclamation he raises an eyebrow.]
The heck is your problem?
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These flowers shouldn't be here. [He gestures at them with one hand.] I left them here years ago, so...
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So? Someone else must've left 'em. It's not that hard to figure out.
[Though seriously, years? It must be harder to break out of here than he thought.]
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[He runs his hands over them briefly, but doesn't pick them up. If they are the same flowers, it'd be wrong to do so.]
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[Sensitivity, thy name is Dark Pit.]
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[He folds his arms.]
But the people I remembered here were comrades, once.
[Not to mention that Largo would have sort of been his father-in-law, if Asch had ever actually married Natalia.]
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[He doesn't understand you.
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[After arranging the wilted flowers a little more neatly, he straightens.]
Nothing wrong with a bit of sentiment.
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[Supposedly the people who disappeared went home. The kid should know that by now - then again, he wasn't exactly the most believing sort, either.]
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[Besides, he's... not doing too well with this lost feeling.]
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[He shrugs.]
I suppose if there are any souls at rest here, they'll be glad to know you're looking out for them.
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I-it's not because of them It's just that fighting those monsters again would be a pain.
[He's not a nice person, okay. :| ]
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I don't think the why probably really matters.
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Hmph.
... Who the heck are you, anyway?
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It's Asch. You don't recognize me? I've invited you to Luke's birthday every single year...
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[And upon reflection, he doesn't know many people. ... Doesn't bother him, but it's a thing he hasn't realy thought about.]
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He's my other half - my replica. I throw a party for him and the rest of you every year in August.
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[But. Shit. There were more copies?]
How many people did that freaking mirror copy?!
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[At least he's not insulting you?]
It's still really freaking strange that you know me and I don't know you.
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[Insult all you like, he's used to it.]
I'd think you'd be used to weird by now.
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[Though listening to Pit talk about how he got swallowed by Hades is pretty high up on the weirdness scale.]
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Give it a couple months, your weirdness meter will adjust to Tower standards.
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[Nope. Nope nope nope.]
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