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[A currently female Wingy is laying on the floor, head clutched in her hands. No screaming, no talking, just laying there with her eyes squeezed shut. Her wings are flapping uselessly against her back as she curls up.]

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[engel]

Luke?! [ as soon as Asch stumbles across this scene, he drops down beside her and grabs onto her by the shoulders, sitting her upright. ]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Asch...

[engel]

[ pulls at her hands to look her over for injuries. ] What's wrong?

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Headache...

[engel]

Why..? You shouldn't be getting those anymore.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

This was different.... My bar code started burning...

[engel]

Your what?? [ leans her against his shoulder in order to get a look at her neck. yes, he's just now discovering the bar code for the first time. ]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

You have one too... everyone from Luceti does.

[engel]

[ he hardly stops to think, touching his fingers lightly to the design on her. ] Tch! Bunch of sick bastards.

[ichitozero.livejournal.com]

*spirit/ghosie LoreLuke floooooating byyyyy-- spots Luke, and kneels down in front of him* ...Luke?

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Who is it?

[ichitozero.livejournal.com]

*hmmm, how to answer this correctly* Lorelei.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

L-Lorelei?

[ichitozero.livejournal.com]

In... a sense. *gently places a hand on her temple, or tries to, seeing as he can't really touch anything* What's wrong?

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure... just a really bad headache...

[ichitozero.livejournal.com]

*frowns softly, now casting a healing spell on her-- she might feel a bit of warmth coming from his hand*

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Thank you...

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[she might feel someone sitting next to her, touching her hands]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[stroking her hands, whispering almost soundlessly]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Ah... it's you...

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

You were in pain.

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Yeah... but it's going away now.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[strokes her forehead, sadly]

[wingedreplica.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, I'm fine.