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[and once upon a yesterday]
Characters: Asch and various; see individual prompts
Setting: Cafeteria kitchens, any day the first half of the month [open]; 81st floor lounge, any day 11th-15th [open to everyone except Sheba]; the beach floor, afternoons 16th-18th [closed to past, semi-close CR]; Asch's room the morning of the 21st [closed to the two Lukes]
Format: You guys know me by now.
Summary: Cooking lessons with Jenna! And... anyone else who might want to eat; FRIENDSHIP; VAN GIVES ASCH FEELINGS so he blows up sand; DYING IS SUFFERING.
Warnings: Mentions of psychological/emotional manipulation in the third prompt; aftermath of death in the last.
[Cafeteria kitchens]
[It's that time again! Riki's menu is far better than his predecessor's (as usual), but that doesn't mean Asch is satisfied with it. So it's not too uncommon to find him down here again, stirring or sauteing or something, no cookbook for reference more often than not.
Whether you're here because you want to learn something, want to filch some of whatever he's making, or some other reason, the brief breaks he takes to put pans in the oven and dishes in the sink are probably the best times to snag his attention.]
[81st floor]
[Friendship is a tangled mess. So are friendship bracelets.
It seems childish, to be sitting here on a beanbag with a pile of string in his lap, but if children can do it then it shouldn't be this hard to learn!
Of course, it doesn't help that every sound of footsteps has Asch snapping his head up from the small chain of knots tied to his boot-garter, eyes seeking out the source of the sound in a brief panic. Losing his train of thought that way has already left him backtracking an hour's worth of work. There's a book of knots and more string dumped onto the couch next to him.
Ironic, that the Lucky Pepper Sheba forced on him last week seems to have made him lucky enough to avoid her.]
[Beach, floor 62]
[He doesn't know what to do with himself for a couple hours after the encounter with Van. Asch is a ball of pent-up aggression, stomping his way around everywhere, and his usual haunts are no comfort.
Eventually, he winds up here on the beach, determined to fuel this energy into something useful. And hell, why not the thing that made him useful in the first place?
Even if it isn't a real hyperresonance, it feels real, and it requires just the same amount of calm and clarity to control safely. It's a way of forcing himself to not be emotional about it, a way to expend his energy without doing something terribly stupid, and he needs the practice, anyway. The first few lines are jagged, the motion of the glowing gold slow, but eventually it smooths out, the waves gently washing away any evidence of the first few attempts. On a whim, he tries a curve, a squiggle, a string of letters - hyperresonance and the sound of the waves make an oddly soothing combination.
Luckily, no one's going to miss the sand.]
[Asch's room/fonic link]
[He wakes up and it's okay. He remembers drowning, remembers bubbles leaving his throat, remembers Natalia's smile, but it's okay. He's back and he's safe and -
he is not o k a y
And this time, there's no one showing up to help keep him steady. This time there's nothing to do but writhe in his own skull. And this time, the hallucinations are starting, just the vague sense of someone, something standing over him, waiting -
The poor unfortunates that share his fonon frequency (both of them, because he doesn't care) will first feel it not so much as a headache, but almost like a mouse scrabbling at the walls of its cage. get me out get me out get me out is the only thing that comes across with any clarity, but there's plenty of panic and a deep-seated flash of terror in the message.
...You may wish to go check on Stupid Redhead Senior, guys.]
Setting: Cafeteria kitchens, any day the first half of the month [open]; 81st floor lounge, any day 11th-15th [open to everyone except Sheba]; the beach floor, afternoons 16th-18th [closed to past, semi-close CR]; Asch's room the morning of the 21st [closed to the two Lukes]
Format: You guys know me by now.
Summary: Cooking lessons with Jenna! And... anyone else who might want to eat; FRIENDSHIP; VAN GIVES ASCH FEELINGS so he blows up sand; DYING IS SUFFERING.
Warnings: Mentions of psychological/emotional manipulation in the third prompt; aftermath of death in the last.
[Cafeteria kitchens]
[It's that time again! Riki's menu is far better than his predecessor's (as usual), but that doesn't mean Asch is satisfied with it. So it's not too uncommon to find him down here again, stirring or sauteing or something, no cookbook for reference more often than not.
Whether you're here because you want to learn something, want to filch some of whatever he's making, or some other reason, the brief breaks he takes to put pans in the oven and dishes in the sink are probably the best times to snag his attention.]
[81st floor]
[Friendship is a tangled mess. So are friendship bracelets.
It seems childish, to be sitting here on a beanbag with a pile of string in his lap, but if children can do it then it shouldn't be this hard to learn!
Of course, it doesn't help that every sound of footsteps has Asch snapping his head up from the small chain of knots tied to his boot-garter, eyes seeking out the source of the sound in a brief panic. Losing his train of thought that way has already left him backtracking an hour's worth of work. There's a book of knots and more string dumped onto the couch next to him.
Ironic, that the Lucky Pepper Sheba forced on him last week seems to have made him lucky enough to avoid her.]
[Beach, floor 62]
[He doesn't know what to do with himself for a couple hours after the encounter with Van. Asch is a ball of pent-up aggression, stomping his way around everywhere, and his usual haunts are no comfort.
Eventually, he winds up here on the beach, determined to fuel this energy into something useful. And hell, why not the thing that made him useful in the first place?
Even if it isn't a real hyperresonance, it feels real, and it requires just the same amount of calm and clarity to control safely. It's a way of forcing himself to not be emotional about it, a way to expend his energy without doing something terribly stupid, and he needs the practice, anyway. The first few lines are jagged, the motion of the glowing gold slow, but eventually it smooths out, the waves gently washing away any evidence of the first few attempts. On a whim, he tries a curve, a squiggle, a string of letters - hyperresonance and the sound of the waves make an oddly soothing combination.
Luckily, no one's going to miss the sand.]
[Asch's room/fonic link]
[He wakes up and it's okay. He remembers drowning, remembers bubbles leaving his throat, remembers Natalia's smile, but it's okay. He's back and he's safe and -
he is not o k a y
And this time, there's no one showing up to help keep him steady. This time there's nothing to do but writhe in his own skull. And this time, the hallucinations are starting, just the vague sense of someone, something standing over him, waiting -
The poor unfortunates that share his fonon frequency (both of them, because he doesn't care) will first feel it not so much as a headache, but almost like a mouse scrabbling at the walls of its cage. get me out get me out get me out is the only thing that comes across with any clarity, but there's plenty of panic and a deep-seated flash of terror in the message.
...You may wish to go check on Stupid Redhead Senior, guys.]
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Doesn't make it any better if he still thinks we're idiots.
[The last couple words are muffled as he tries and fails to end the sentence with a yawn. He might go take a nap if his not-brother turns out to be less traumatized when he's able to move again.]
Oh...that's what you were trying to say.
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[Gives a faintly exasperated sigh to BroLuke, before glancing back to Asch with a furrowed brow. O...h...?
I'm sure you'll be able to move, soon. Pause. Get out from where?
He looks to other Luke, scratching the back of his head at the comment.]
Yeah... Whatever happened, it wasn't good. That's for sure. [Making conversation, so that Luke's not having a one-sided conversation, there.]
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I died. That's what happened, he sends along finally.]
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How'd you manage it this time?
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Yeah, what happened?]
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Sorry for busting your happyplace, OULuke.
My shoes and sword are still down there on the beach. I don't know about her. It's as much warning as complaint - just because he doesn't like Luke (either of him) doesn't mean that he wants them to get drowned by the princess, too.]
Late tag is late
[Not that he cares that much...if she's anything like the Natalia he knows, she's not worth hanging around anyway.]
Do you...want one of us to go retrieve them or something?
[That's the only reason he can think of for Asch mentioning that. He wouldn't really have noticed them missing otherwise.]
... Lost tag was lost... in my inbox. Wh-whoops...
I'm sure it wouldn't be too hard to do...
[He speaks that as almost nothing more than an audible thought, before tensing his face a bit.
She should be back to normal, by now, right...?...?
...What if someone else got hurt by her...? The thought of Natalia killing people... A small part of him wonders how she'll ... take the idea of killing Asch of all people. She nearly shut down simply from Asch dying back on Eldrant. Her being responsible....? Luke lets out a sigh. Maybe someone should go see her, later. After she's not a killer mermaid, that is.]
s'ok
He tries, but his body still won't move, and that's a more aggravating problem. He wants to shake his own skin apart and get out of it -
I really hate this place. That's about all there is to say on the matter.]
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[Swimming. Or going near Natalia, really. If she's the same as the Natalia he knows, he dislikes her already.
Also hey, something they agree on.]
Mhm. I--hey! [And now for something completely different.] How are you two doing that...telepathy thing? [This question is accompanied by confused hand movements.]
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Then, he blinks to the question, turning to give him a confused expression. 'Telepathy thing'......]
I guess the best words to describe it are 'mental link'... uh...
[So you never explained it to him...?
He's not surprised.]
It's because... I'm his replica. All we have to do is concentrate and we can speak with our minds to one another, no matter how far apart we are.
[Figures he'll keep it simple, since it's not the easiest thing to explain or understand, if you don't know the basics. He doesn't know how much this guy knows.]
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Not that it really mattered. In the Tower, there was no Lorelei, and the connection only glamour. When push came to shove, each of them was alone, a sole survivor of a fractal, fragmented Auldrant.
Asch's mind hardens up at the reminder, but the connection doesn't break.]
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I didn't know replicas could do that. The one I met couldn't even walk straight unless you held his hand the whole time.
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Oh jeez. Seriously? Luke gave the non-replica him a weak laugh and shook his head.]
That's... kind of sad. [Of course, this him's abilities were likely different thanks, in part, to Asch. Not in a good way, either. Speaking of him, he was completely right.
Yeah... That's right.]
Perfect isofons... [Sighs as he remembers back when he just thought it was a bad case of migraines, ...or something.]
this thread is now ironic bc fonondad
Even when the two incidents are uncomfortably similar, really.
You couldn't even do that much. Van had to carry you off the machine like you were a doll.
He can remember that all too clearly, when he's like this. He hadn't been able to see much aside from the two platforms and Van carrying his replica, settling the boy who would become Luke side by side with the boy who had been to compare them.]
Hehe, yup
Well, he had intended to, until Asch mentioned Van. Van usually gets his attention. But this is more of a confused sense.]
Van?