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[sacred-flamer.livejournal.com]

[Have a Luke stumbling into town, though he doesn't look very well. He's hunched over, hands over his arms and trying desperately to hide just what's wrong with him. And what is wrong with him? Well... if you look close, you can see stitches running up his stomach, as well as stitches around his shoulders, elbows, each finger...]

[Such is what happens when someone dissects you, then puts you back together again.]

Th-this place...? But... why now...?

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[obsidianmotion]

[ And Luke stumbles right into one the worst people imaginable -- a familiar face! One that is none too pleased to see what kind of state one of his replicas is in.

Asch is knocked sideways a step and comes just shy of drawing his sword when he notes who hit him. ]

What in Yulia's name happened to you, dreck!

[sacred-flamer.livejournal.com]

[Luke jumps back, more than a little jittery after everything that happened -- then again, you would be to if you were awake though the whole thing. He paused a moment, taking in the different clothes and sword.]

Y-you're... that Asch... from the hotel...

[Still, he took another step back; why did he always bump into the worst people?]

[obsidianmotion]

[ If Asch is surprised that it's the same replica, it doesn't show on his face. Perhaps he's too angry to be surprised; how could anyone allow themselves to need that many stitches?! And here he'd begun to think this one was smarter than most. ]

And you're the replica. Now answer my question!

[ Asch matches his retreat, glaring daggers at the poor boy. ]

[sacred-flamer.livejournal.com]

[Luke kept backing away until his weak, stitched up legs deposited him on the ground. He let out a pained cry, huddling up on himself. Clearly, something terrible had happened; this Luke was far from a weakling, as Asch had found out.]

A-a man captured me in the city... h-he was too strong, I couldn't get away...

[obsidianmotion]

[ Heedless of the other's pain, Asch grabs him by the collar and tries to haul him to his feet. Injured or not, he wasn't about to haul a replica around over like a sack of potatoes. ]

Are you truly that inferior? You're skilled with a sword and have use of hyperresonance! How could you lose?!

[lost-scion.livejournal.com]

[Well, well, well, this dreck looks familiar. Now with stitches?]

The hell happen to you?

[sacred-flamer.livejournal.com]

[Luke's head snapped up, staring in disbelief. Asch... dressing like he did before he lost his memory. But...]

...Asch...?

[lost-scion.livejournal.com]

Answer my question, dreck.

[sacred-flamer.livejournal.com]

[Luke hunched back, drawing his arms closer to himself.]

Ah... I... [He swallowed softly; this wasn't making any SENSE...] ...t-that... that pink haired man... captured me again...

[lost-scion.livejournal.com]

...Pink haired man?

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

...Why am I not surprised that you got yourself so hurt?

[sacred-flamer.livejournal.com]

[...what the hell, did he attract Aschs like light attracts flies? He hugged his arms closer to himself, not replying.]

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

Ignoring me won't get us anywhere, dreck. [He comes closer to Luke, looking him over.]

[sacred-flamer.livejournal.com]

[See all those nice stitches? You thought YOUR experimentation was painful?]

I-it's nothing... don't worry about it... [He didn't know this Asch... he didn't know how the hell he would react.]

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

You don't honestly expect me to believe that's "nothing", do you?

[fononphase.livejournal.com]

[Hope it's not too late. Have a Jade who has a hobby and habit to check up on his favorite science child.

He observed the stitches and smiled wryly.]

My, my it seems you have quite a complicated looking surgery there.

[sacred-flamer.livejournal.com]

[Not at all! Luke jumped at the voice he hadn't heard in ages, surprised.]

J-Jade?! [hugs his arms a little closer] ...I didn't have this done willingly...

[fononphase.livejournal.com]

So, I see. [Jade's voice is the finest voice in Malkuth.]

What happened to you?

[sacred-flamer.livejournal.com]

[We are not entertaining that ego stroke, no no.]

...I ran into something worse than Van.

[fononphase.livejournal.com]

[We're just lulzing around with you, Lukey boy.]

...I see. An army of Asches? [Most helpful question ever!]

[nocturnediviner.livejournal.com]

[God-General!Jade has taken an interest in you, Luke. He's staring. Creepily.]

[I would run, personally.]

[sacred-flamer.livejournal.com]

[Jade always stares creepily, so it's not like the staring surprises Luke when he finally realizes he's there. Didn't keep Luke from hugging his arms tighter to himself.]

Jade? What are you just staring like that for?

[nocturnediviner.livejournal.com]

[He reaches out to run a finger along one of the stitches, half-admiring them. He then closes his eyes for a moment, usual glasses absent from this version and instead replaced with a silver wreath over braided hair.]

Luke... Just whose cruel joke was this? [He spoke softly, as if addressing his own child.]

[sacred-flamer.livejournal.com]

[...o...kay... the creepy is registering now. He jerked himself away, a hand going to the stitch Jade touched and giving him a freaked look.]

...a guy with pink hair named Szayel...

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[nocturnediviner.livejournal.com]

... Pink hair, you say... I can't say I've heard the name, before.

[He finally opened his eyes, arms at his sides instead of casually in his pockets.] However... Those injuries look quite extensive. If I do happen to run into this... Szayel... he will be...