abyssdressing | (no subject)

Orrrr, maybe it's just that you're projecting your flaws and insecurities onto me.

As if I would project anything onto you.

...It's amazing what ten years does to you...

You know, a word of advice? Be careful who you're such a jerk to. You never know when it'll bite you in the ass.

Your sorry ass wasn't even born ten years ago, idiot.

Hmph. I'm not going to stoop so low as to take the advice of a replica.

That all depends on just when ten years ago was for me, now, doesn't it?

[ffff, you should've taken his advice, Asch.] Hey, suit yourself. [Your observational skills are lacking, O' Bloody One; Luke was holding his staff kind of like a walking stick this whole time, but now he's moved it really quickly in an arch. Trajectory? Top of your pretty red head.]

What the hell are you-- *and it connects with his pretty red head with a resounding THUD, leading Asch to clutch his head in pain and see all kinds of stars he did not want to see.*

Y-you fucking replica!

I did warn you, you know. And geez, Asch, observation much? I seem to remember that being one of the most important things for a swordsman.

Who the hell do you think you are?! *swiftly draws his blade, aiming it at the other.* Do you want to die?

[will be using his staff to defend~] I'm Luke. I figured you already knew that much.

You don't deserve that name, you pathetic replica!

Get over it. I know you can do that much, I've seen it with my own eyes these past ten years. And I said I'm Luke. Just Luke.

Shut up! You will never be anything but a worthless defect to me.

I've lived with "you" for ten years, Asch. Trust me. I know I'm way more than a "worthless defect" to "you."

I wasn't aware that an act as pathetic as cutting your hair would make you delusional.

*sheathes his sword and starts to turn away.* You aren't worth it.

...Delusional, huh?

[closes his eyes, murmuring the third verse of the Grand Fonic Hymn and thus casting Holy Song... which means Asch will see what he's cast even though he's turned away]

...! *that was enough to get his attention and then some.* ...what did you do, dreck?

I'm sure you know exactly what I did. So. Who's delusional now?

You couldn't have done that. You aren't a hymnist.

Actually, I am. But that's because I'm not your replica, per say. It's... well, really, I'm not so good at explaining these kinds of things.

Not my replica. Ha! You sure as hell aren't anyone else's, you idiot.

Yes, I am. You are definitely not my Asch. For one thing, you're too much of a jerk. For another, you're too short.

There is only one Asch the Bloody and that makes you the pathetic replica they created from me. What the hell does height have to do with anything?

Because my Asch is a few inches taller than you. Seriously, Asch, I thought you were a little smarter than this...

Did you not hear what I said? Or have you lost your little mind?

Think for a second, Asch. Since when does your replica know fonic artes?