I Blame Plotbunnies

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

[Well hello there, ADR, there's a new Luke out and about. Though this Luke is drastically different from your typical replica, if the partial bone mask on the left side of his face is any indication. Stare at it all you want, he wont pay you the time of day unless you actually say something. His nose is buried in a notebook he's balancing in one hand, and scribbling away furiously at with another, murmuring to himself as he writes.]

...similar atmospheric composition to Earth. Obvious support of carbon-based life forms, though surprisingly little established settlements...

[He obviously needs to be bothered.]



[[ooc: Anyone that stalks my journals saw this coming. :| Skyla here with a deliberate AU/Crossover-with-Bleach fracción!Luke; read his journal for information on his background. Hopping plot bunnies may make me write out his entire story, so if you want to read it, feel free to watch his journal.]]

Comments

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

[Damn right; he has smarts now. :|]

Do these wings have an actual function? Are you capable of flight?

[engel]

[ In exchange for his moral compass. :| ]

They aid in the casting of magic and permit me to glide several inches above the ground, but that is the extent of their use.

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

[Morals? What's that?]

Would you permit me an example of this 'magic' enhancement?

[At least he was nice enough to ask!]

[engel]

[ It's a type of eel, yes? And ten points for asking! ]

I see no reason why not.

[ Luke will be treated to a rather impressive Thunder Blade display that completely obliterates a small tree nearby. ]

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

[Luke says nothing at the display, though an eyebrow did shoot up in surprise. He waited for the effects the die off before he moved, getting up from his seat and hurrying over to collect samples from what little was left.]

commenting while half asleep = failed use of tenses <<;

[engel]

[ Asch watches the replica scurry about with a look of both amusement and mild pity. He was so eager to be of service to his master, it bordered on pathetic. ]

They also have granted me the ability to use basic healing artes.

XD *hugs*

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

[Luke paused his data collection a moment, turning a curious expression to Asch.]

...I always wondered why you never knew any to begin with, being a Seventh Fonist.

|D <3

[engel]

[ He scowls at the statement, dusting his hands off. ]

Manipulating seventh fonons to heal had been too similar to creating a hyperresonace. Without the added control of these wings, the risk of slipping from healing to destruction was too great to be of any use for me.

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

...hm.

[Has a feeling there's more to it then that, but he's more interested in gathering adequate samples from what was left then prying further into things past.]

[engel]

[ Don't go thinking you're so smart, dreck. You couldn't use them either. ]

What do you hope to discover by sifting through the burnt remains of a plant?

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

Residual energy levels of your current power compared to what I remember of 'Asch's' previous abilities should help me form a general estimate on how much your abilities have increased.

[engel]

It would be useful to know what I can expect to accomplish with my artes now, but testing of that level requires the proper equipment, does it not?

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

Indeed. I will have to find a lab.

[engel]

The type of rooms located here are arranged with some semblance of order most of the time. I recommend looking east of here, to the south.

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

[writes this down really fast, before slipping his samples into one of his pouches.]

[engel]

If you are done playing in the dirt, we can be on our way.

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

Indeed. There is mu--

[...wait, back up.]

...we?

[engel]

[ Folds his arms across his chest, foot tapping impatiently. ]

We, as in 'more than one'.

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

...very well.

[Allows him to go first, falling in step behind him, as he was accustomed to when in the company of someone else.]

[engel]

[ No arguments to the contrary? That works for him. It also made more sense for him to lead, as he had a better idea of where the medical area was located. It was some distance from where Luke had appeared initially, but with a brisk pace they reached the building in no time and Asch was just as quick to show him the various hospital-like rooms. ]

Will this do?

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

[Luke looked like a kid in a candy store at the sight of all the wonderful rooms, carefully observing the equipment to not only see what was there, but what kind of condition it was in. At Asch's question, however, he cleared his throat, regaining his composure.]

It will suffice.

[engel]

[ Yulia have mercy. He was reminded of how damned fanatical Guy was around fontech with the way Luke went from machine to drawers to cabinets. And that throat clearing thing, Luke? He's totally onto with that. ]

Good. I am sick of having no answers about these accursed wings.

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

Mm...

[Luke's composure wore off quick, and he was already starting to pull equipment out to work, gloved hands moving rapidly as he went.]

[engel]

[ Not one to interrupt needlessly, Asch seated himself on one of the white marble countertops to watch, having to lean forward so his wings wouldn't bump into the wall. ]

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

[Luke remained silent, swiftly pulling out his samples once he had his equipment prepped: the charred bits of tree and dirt as well as some of Asch's feathers (when had he stopped to collect them anyway?). He did not pull his notebook out until he had the samples prepped, carefully setting the excess aside for a later time.]