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[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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[ 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!

[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?]

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[ 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. ]

[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...

[ 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?!

[Luke let out a pained cry as he was hauled back to his feet, a faint pink blossoming on his coat as one of the stitches in his shoulder pulled slightly.]

I-I couldn't hit him with my sword. He moved faster than Sync, and my hyperresonance... it didn't do a thing to him, even at full blast!

[ His grip slackened upon hearing that and he stood there for a moment, dumbfounded. ...even with Luke's control and power being less, how could a hyperresonance do nothing? It destroyed matter. There was no way whoever had damaged his replica could've gotten away unscathed. ]

Bullshit! That's impossible!

[Luke shook his head.]

I wish it was... I left a ten foot wide crater in the sidewalk, but not a scratch on him... I-I don't even think he's human.

Tch...! In that case, how did you manage to get out with only these injuries against a foe that strong?

...

[Luke swallowed loudly, closing his eyes and shuddering.]

...I didn't.

... [ Just what was he getting at? ]

Explain.

...

[Luke shook slightly.]

R-remember what I said about the labs, if you let the chip go? Well... they bring you back... i-if you die, too...

[He finally lets his arms drop, giving Asch a good look at how stitched up he is.]

Usually they give you an effect as punishment. [bitter] I guess they thought this was punishment enough.

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

The hell happen to you?

..... [ Even Asch couldn't help wincing some. He'd had his fair share of abuse in the Order, yet from the looks of it the replica had managed to discover hell itself. ]

This person killed you?

[ He gets all up in Luke's personal space to inspect the injuries. ]

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

...Asch...?

[Luke yelped at the personal space invasion, but didn't move, shaking as he let Asch poke and prod at him. He's got stitches all over; anything that could be disjointed and taken apart was, and rather shamelessly at that.]

Y-yeah... he did...

Answer my question, dreck.

[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...

[ Asch snarls at the all the damage he'd received and yanks on his coat to get him moving. No doubt Luke wouldn't be able to treat his injuries properly. ]

Idiot...!

[Luke let out a soft whimper at the tugging, though he wasn't about to complain. At least he wasn't beating the crap out of him. On that note, he wasn't going to mention that he ended up in Szayel's grasp because he broke his back trying to lift Cloud's sword. He really would have gotten an ear full if he admitted to that.]

W-where are you taking me...?

...Pink haired man?

[Oh, right... Asch had been grabbed up by the labs and lost his memory when Szayel captured him the first time...]

N-never mind... are you okay, Asch...? [this is weird... was this really the same Asch?]

Yes, of course I am.

[sighs] He did that to you?

[Luke looked away, nodding slightly.]

[he approaches him] What have you been up to...?

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