[Iiiit's explorin time]

[bloodyashes]

Characters: Asch and Luke/Sheba/Guy/Jade/whoever else
Setting: New floors time! Spread across the first few days of the month as needed.
Format: Look can I just permanently say I don't care; starting in actionspam I guess.
Summary: Exploring the new floors, and also everyone and their mindreader talks about fonon separation, ahoy!
Warnings: Aside from the usual redheads yelling, talk of death, near-death, and depression.

[Floor 100 and descending - open, probably the first or second]

[Anyone who decides to take the trip down from the dorms into the new floors will find Asch just off the staircase on floor 100, staring at whatever it is he's seeing. He takes a step forward, hand raised as though to open a door or a gate, before turning away with a disgusted expression and stomping further down the staircase.

Care to go after him?]

[Other floors, via elevator]

[Given how much the Tower's expanded, it only makes sense to take the elevator down to explore the lower sections of the new floors. Unfortunately, the elevator is also used by virtually everyone in the Tower, which means running into some people he does like, and some he doesn't.

Luckily, he doesn't know how to work that door close button. Be stuck in an elevator with a grumpy redhead, y/y?]

Comments

[bloodyashes]

Yes. And since it's also Lorelei's fonon frequency, that means we're isofonic to the Seventh Fonon as a whole.

[Hey, guess what, their fingerprints match too! How unfortunate for anyon trying to tell them apart.]

Replicas aren't the same as their originals. They're composed entirely of Seventh Fonons. And the process only began after I had his fon slots opened at Choral Castle.

[relinquishing]

But... it still doesn't make sense. You're not composed of Seventh Fonons, so why the hell would your fonons be circulating towards him? Just because of you being isofons and all...?

[He grumbles, a thumb running against the bridge of his nose.]

I guess this it more a question for Jade, isn't it...

[bloodyashes]

Probably.

[At the very least, Asch doesn't know. His interest in fomicry extends just far enough to keep things between him and Luke in order; he doesn't understand most of the details.]

It's beyond my level of understanding, at least.

[relinquishing]

[Guy just gives a curt nod, letting the elevator descend into an awkward silence for a few moments. It's hard to know what to say to a dying man without ruffling feathers, after all.

...]

Can the flow of fonons be stopped at all, now that it's started?

[bloodyashes]

[It's not as though he hasn't already thought everything you could possibly say, Guy. A slow death that's over half a year in the making tends to leave not a lot of thoughts unthunk.]

Possibly, but it wouldn't return the fonons I've already lost. According to Jade, the best solution would be to complete the loop and let our fonons mix unimpeded.

[relinquishing]

So that would mean just opening up your fon slots, then.

[He hesitates, a palm against his neck.]

Would he be able to do that here? Not to throw doubt to Jade's abilites, but the equipment they needed to open all of Luke's slots was a bit on the heavy side...

[bloodyashes]

That's because the machine at Choral Castle is the fomicry equipment where he was born in the first place. Of course it's more extensive.

[Now that his burned hands are starting to sting less, Asch is giving them another look over.]

If Jade thinks he can do it, then I have confidence in his abilities.

[He doesn't sound particularly enthusiastic, though.]

[relinquishing]

What about in the meantime?

[It's a little colder than it should be, Guy glancing briefly at the God-General's hands before his eyes flicker back up, brows raised slightly wit an expression that could either be concerned or simply unimpressed.]

You'll risk things like this happening while you wait for that?

[bloodyashes]

It's a risk I'm willing to take.

[Not like death is really something to worry about, here.]

This isn't the worst it gets. When my wounds stop healing naturally, then you can worry.

[relinquishing]

I take it that you'll actually bother to say something if that happens.

[If. Not when.]

[bloodyashes]

[It's a when, Guy. This is literally not first his time around the block on this pony.]

If that's what it takes to make you happy.

[When did you start giving a shit, anyway.]

[relinquishing]

["Happy?"

The fact that Guy actually laughs at Asch's response shows just how much he trusts Asch to actually keep to that. Congratulations, he'll be checking up on you regardless of what you do or don't say.]

Sure, whatever you say. But I was thinking more what it takes to not do something too idiotic.

You're still alive. Try to keep it that way.

[bloodyashes]

[Well, fuck you too, Guy.]

I'll be fine either way.

[Hint: The either way does not refer to "whether you check up on me or not."]

[relinquishing]

You'd better.

[The elevator finally shudders and slows to a stop, the doors opening wide to the cafeteria level. Guy raises an eyebrow at the redhead.]

You think you can make it to the infirmary by yourself?

AND THEN WE FINALLY FINISHED THIS THREAD OMFG

[bloodyashes]

...Yeah. I'll be fine. Thanks.

[It's an almost distracted tone of voice, because he's leaving the elevator whether Guy is following along or not. Burns suck, man.]