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towerofanimus2013-10-10 07:07 pm
bloodyashes) wrote in towerofanimus2013-10-10 07:07 pm
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On family [closed]
Characters: Asch and Xion
Setting: Floor 62 beach
Format: w/e tonight feels prose-y
Summary: Look when a redhead gets adopted sometimes he has feelings
Warnings: None? Probably none.
If there's a better motivation to practice something than when someone shows up being better at it than you, it's escaped Asch's notice.
Admittedly, there's no feasible way he can get to Lorelei's level in the few days since the sentience appeared, but hell if he hasn't been trying. Most of his time has thus been spent up here on the beach floor, his practicing floor of choice. It's far enough out of the way of most of the Tower that he doesn't get disturbed often, but close enough to the elevator for easy access.
And he has improved, at least when it comes to destroying things. The letters he writes in the damp, packed sand are recognizable at about two inches tall, now, which is really the best you can hope for in the medium anyway, and his speed is a little less than twice what it was when it started. But when it comes to the other things Lorelei could do - the manipulation of sound, the creation of that cart - Asch is at a complete loss. "May well be instinctive" his ass.
For right now, he's taking a seat and a break, well away from the water - he brought along some food, something that isn't horribly pumpkin and sweet. Maybe he should take his practice out hunting, try for some moving targets. Or at least use it to clean out the entrails and get rid of them.
Setting: Floor 62 beach
Format: w/e tonight feels prose-y
Summary: Look when a redhead gets adopted sometimes he has feelings
Warnings: None? Probably none.
If there's a better motivation to practice something than when someone shows up being better at it than you, it's escaped Asch's notice.
Admittedly, there's no feasible way he can get to Lorelei's level in the few days since the sentience appeared, but hell if he hasn't been trying. Most of his time has thus been spent up here on the beach floor, his practicing floor of choice. It's far enough out of the way of most of the Tower that he doesn't get disturbed often, but close enough to the elevator for easy access.
And he has improved, at least when it comes to destroying things. The letters he writes in the damp, packed sand are recognizable at about two inches tall, now, which is really the best you can hope for in the medium anyway, and his speed is a little less than twice what it was when it started. But when it comes to the other things Lorelei could do - the manipulation of sound, the creation of that cart - Asch is at a complete loss. "May well be instinctive" his ass.
For right now, he's taking a seat and a break, well away from the water - he brought along some food, something that isn't horribly pumpkin and sweet. Maybe he should take his practice out hunting, try for some moving targets. Or at least use it to clean out the entrails and get rid of them.
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Xion kicked her boots off, wandering over until she could peer over Asch's shoulder. She didn't keep her footsteps quiet or anything, so he could probably hear her coming.
"What're you writing?" she asked, leaning forward.
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Well, you're supposed to trust your family, right? If she's looking close she might notice the pin, right up against his neck on the collar of his tunic, slightly to one side. Then again, it might also be covered by his hair from her angle.
"ND2002. The one who would seize glory shall destroy the island of his birth, a land named Hod. War shall persist between Kimlasca and Malkuth for a full cycle of the seasons." There's a strange intonation in his voice, almost on the edge of singing, but it drops away in his next words. "That's the Score of Van destroying Hod so that it fell into the Qliphoth. In a way, that was the start of everything that's lead me to here."
Everything that happened to him had been because of Van's plans, plans that were only birthed because of that day. If Hod hadn't fallen, then Van and Tear wouldn't have been raised in the Qliphoth, Guy wouldn't have come to the manor, and Asch would never have been replicated. He closes his eyes and shakes his head slightly.
"Not really important now."
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Asch had told her so little about his own world, that truth be told most of that flew straight over Xion's head. Instead she shuffled around until she could sit down and look over the words without really reading them, now that she knew what they were. Not to mention Van was not a topic she'd had in mind.
She hadn't seen the pin yet, mainly because she wasn't at a good vantage point to get a good look at it.
When she finally spoke, her voice was still a little hesitant. Between her conversation with Van about fonists in the room they'd been trapped in, and this, she'd come to realize something. "I guess... I've never asked before. What's your world like?"
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He growls slightly, because that's not the road he wants to go down at the moment. "Two large countries, Kimlasca and Malkuth, and a few smaller states like Daath and Chesedonia. As a whole, it's more ocean than not." His eyes fall on the waves, where what he was writing before is nearly smeared away. "There's not many beaches like this, but mostly cliffs. Even though I grew up in a seaside city, I didn't see a real beach until I was twelve or thirteen."
Only half paying attention, he gestures for her to take a seat. "All of Auldrant's crust floated above the mantle until recently, so when Hod fell, and then Akzeriuth and the rest of Rugnica, there were holes left in the planet that the ocean poured into. I didn't think much of it at the time, but thinking back now, it's one of the most incredible sights I can think of - an endless waterfall, dumping the entire ocean slowly into a pit miles and miles deep."
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Overall though she only got about half of what he was saying. She can imagine parts of it, but some of the terminology is such that she's never even needed it back home, let alone used it.
"...I'm starting to think our worlds are a lot more different than I thought," she said finally.
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Maybe they aren't comparing from the same baseline at all.
"What's your world like, then?" It's not like he really knows anything about it, either, other than has replicas and kids who swing around giant keys.