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[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.]]

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[ If the get-up this one was in wasn't enough to catch Luke's attention, than at the very least him willing writing in a notebook and mumbling something would be.

Ever get the feeling you're being watched, Luke? Somebody nearby is perched on a low roof, feet swinging as she regards him curiously. ]

Edited 2009-09-15 07:53 (UTC)

[Great, NOW where the hell was he? All these rooms and worlds it was getting hard to keep track of anything. Hey, there's the dreck. He's looking oddly comfortable... must be another one of those doubles like those freaks at the hotel. Shrugs and goes over to him.]

Hey, replica.

[Kicks at the chair he's sitting in, demanding his attention.]

What is this place?

[Continues murmuring to himself, rattling off various scientific terms that would be lost on anyone but Jade, passing by your roof, before he finally realizes he's being watched. Luke paused, before looking up, blinking curiously... before going back to writing and murmuring.]

...possible odorless hallucinogens in the vicinity, resulting in images of altered versions of myself...

[Luke lets out an annoyed noise at being interrupted from his note taking, snapping his head up... and stopping cold at the familiar face, baffled. His mouth hangs open, and for the first time in a very long time, he's struck speechless.]

You...

[Bored look and rest a hand on his sword as he shifts his weight over to one leg.]

That's not a place, Dreck. Are you replicas all just as defective in every universe?

You aren't seeing things, you know. [ And with that she hops down from her perch and wanders over to check out what he's writing, coattails flapping behind. ]

...

[Luke regarded him coolly, giving Asch a good view of the mask on the side of his face, before he turned away, remaining silent for a long moment.]

...you are just as exasperating as I remember you to be, Asch.

[Have a good view of a dizzying amount of notes and equations before Luke snapped the notebook closed. He looked this female!him over carefully... before rudely poking her flat chest with his pen.]

[About to demand an answer again when he catches glimpse of the mask... it was like Ulquiorra's... what was his replica doing with one of those? Ignores what the boy is saying and continues to question.]

What are you doing with an Espada mask?

[ Holy hell. That's way too much for Luke to understand even the very first line. What'd you write in, code? ]

What are you-- [ The prod earned a strangled yelp in response, along with a fist aimed at his face. ]

[That really gets Luke's attention, and he turns back to him, raising a curious eyebrow.]

You are familiar with the Espada? I'm surprised... [He leaned back, letting out a soft sigh] You are slightly misinformed, however. It is not just the Espada, but all those that originate from Hollows that are blessed with a mask. The Arrancar are those that have removed their masks, and the Espada are the most powerful of these Arrancar.

[...well, that tickled a little. It probably felt like hitting a brick for you though; his body is a lot tougher than it looks.]

I suggest refraining from doing that in the future. [Idly brushes at his face, as if she gave him cooties.]

Son of a... [ Her occasional thump on Asch's chest when he pissed her off was like a pillow compared to nailing this guy in the jaw. ]

What the hell is your problem?! You don't go sticking people in the chest as a hello!

You're mistaken if you assumed that was a greeting. I was merely testing to be sure you were not some sort of auditory and visual hallucination. The area that would provoke the most violent response seemed to be an appropriate test for this. Obviously, I was correct.

[Growls.}

Spare me the history lesson, Dreck. I've heard my fill from Ulquiorra. I know what a hollow and an Arrancar is and last I checked you were not one so stop playing dress up with one of their mask.

[ What..? Why was he..? So many questions going through her mind; she doesn't even know where to start. Self-consciously folding her arms over her front works. ]

Well now that you've established that I'm very much real and not a figment of your imagination, how about explaining yourself, jerk! You sound like Jade -or worse, Dist!

[lets out an impatient noise, turning his attention back to his notebook.]

If the Cuatra Espada has already informed you of such information, playing at ignorance is not appreciated.

[He can't help but let out an amused noise; now those were names he had not heard in ages.]

Explain what exactly?

Why you're babbling about tests and "carbon-based lifeforms" and such! If you're doing some kind of project and need answers, you could ask!

[Looks at him in disbelief. There was just no way... Reaches a hand out to touch the mask and see if it really is real.]

I am merely recording data of this strange place that my master may find useful when I am able to return to him.

[Luke stayed still, expression impassive as the original touched the mask/growth on his face. Humans were so exasperating... must they see and touch everything to be sure that it was real?]

[ Curiosity prevailed over annoyance; she edged around to get a better look at his mask warily. ] Your master..? Since when were we the ones that served? Who is your master.

[Luke remained still for this female!him, allowing her to get a good look at his mask/growth, not the least bit bothered.]

The Octava Espada -- Szayel Aporro Grantz -- is my great master, and granted me life and power when I had none. I am forever indebted to him. Gathering information when I find myself in a unique situation is the least I can do.

[Sharply tugs it... doesn't move. No way... another harder tug. What the? Digs his knee into the boy's chest and TUGS.]

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