Intro; away from the sun

[vindicatedchild.livejournal.com]

If anyone bothers to head outside, there's a Luke leaning against a tree. He looks between being conscious and passing out though. There are small wounds scattered across his body and cuts in his clothes-- A hand twitches and if you look close enough, you can see through him to the tree at some points anyway. He breathes softly ad his eyes crack open. Even though he can't make out the images, he can feel sunlight. Isn't that a good sign?

"...Did.. Did it work?"

[ooc: ^{Check out the journal for the information on this guy. Trying it out just to see where it goes. Feel free to ask questions?}]

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IN WHICH I SAVE MY REPLICA?

[hailingdusk.livejournal.com]

"Luke!" ORIGINAL IS GO.

YOU'RE NOT GUY OTL -shot-

[vindicatedchild.livejournal.com]

He pulls back and is.. pretty much lost between the two. What the hell, guys. "...."

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[snaps at the original. Blood is blood, after all.]

[vindicatedchild.livejournal.com]

We're sorta.. losing it with this. Gonna run over to the pale Asch and shake her by the shoulders now. "Hey, quit it!"

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[looks at him and just... makes this noise. She's definitely not breathing, just using the air left in her lungs to make the noise. She looks like she wants to go somewhere, and that she needs something]

[vindicatedchild.livejournal.com]

"Well, talk damnit!" Excuse the language, you are frustrating us. ;w; Least he's not crying. "Or.. do something."

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[rests her head against his neck, lips seeking skin (and of course, blood)]

[vindicatedchild.livejournal.com]

Well, that was pretty unexpected. He's gonna hold her back at arm's length instead of pushing her away-- his thoughts go over instinct. Sometimes. "... What?"

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[mouthing something. Something a little like... "Remember"?]

[vindicatedchild.livejournal.com]

He can make out the words, fortunately. "Remember what...?"

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

["Remember. Luke." Now she's going to try and go back to the building]

[vindicatedchild.livejournal.com]

Oh boy, does she make his head hurt. A hand to the side, he scratches at his head while trying to figure out what she means. Remember... Exactly what? She's not an Asch he knows; he just go here. "Ugh..."

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

["Not a monster. Luke. Remember." She looks a little scared, her mind trying to wake up]

[vindicatedchild.livejournal.com]

Monster? What was that supposed to me-- Her? He saw her as Asch; a little more.. threatening, but..

... Maybe he was close to seeing her like that. Looking down with a frown, he shook his head and jogged over to her side.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[looks at him, eyes clouded over, her fangs making deep bloodless gashes in her lips. She looks hungry and determined]

[vindicatedchild.livejournal.com]

If it comes down to it, you can have some from his arm. No neck biting though, it'll set him off. He walks over to a door and starts to tug. "You want to go in here, right?"

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[set him off? Oh dear. And she starts scrambling, stopping in front of the door]

[vindicatedchild.livejournal.com]

He pulls back as she gets inbetween him and the door. Stepping back, hands raised, he tilts his head. "Okay... Show me what it is then."

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[reaches for the door, stopping juuuuust shy of the threshold]

[vindicatedchild.livejournal.com]

Luke is not a creeper, but he's watching. He's conscious of his actions now.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[pushing at the threshold, trying to get in]

[vindicatedchild.livejournal.com]

"You want me to open that...?" He's lost, again. Yes! o/

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[pushes again, not able to cross the threshold]

[vindicatedchild.livejournal.com]

Shrugging, he comes over to her side and starts to push. Very confusion, but hopefully someone clears it up for him.

[whatwassent.livejournal.com]

[still doesn't cross. She's waiting for something...]