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[engel]

[ From one of the many hallways comes the sound of a hollow object smacking into something. Repeatedly. Turns out Asch is strolling along, bouncing a ping pong ball off his forehead, of all things, looking more than a little agitated with something or someone. ]

[ NSFW! ]

Comments

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

... uh. What the hell?

[engel]

If you have something to say, then say it.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Wings.

[engel]

Very good. That's another word to your vocabulary.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

... well, I guess uh... you're not the guy I need to beat up.

[engel]

No. If you so much as try, it will be the last thing you do. [ Stashes the ping pong ball away. ] What did this other Asch do?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Goaded me into going to a haunted place with just the camera. And oh yeah, not telling me the ghosts were trying to kill me.

[engel]

Ghosts that try to kill you? Are you certain you haven't dreamt such a thing?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

[Rolls up his sleeve to show a hand print shaped bruise and indention] Nope. Also certain I didn't dream about a ghost that looked like me, only female, trying to stab me with a tree and someone trying to strangle me with her hair.

[engel]

... [ Takes hold of his arm, looking the bruise over. ] Not too popular with the ladies, are you?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

[Whimpers] No, I... they're ghosts.

[engel]

Is it only female ghosts that have hurt you? [ If there's a reason, then that would make it easier to deal with. ]

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

M-mostly. Some guys. They um...

[engel]

They what?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

... look like you.

[engel]

[ Snorts. ] That would explain the look on your face.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

What look?

[engel]

I did not say a word.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

[Looks at his hand on his arm] ...

[engel]

[ Steps back, looking off down the hall. ]

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

... [touches his wings]

[engel]

[ Whips his head around, wings fluttering. ] Luke.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

... yeah? [strokes them. Oooooh]

[engel]

... [ Takes a deep, controlled breath. ] It would best.. for you to not touch my wings.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

They're cool.