abyssdressing | Like Master, Like Fracción

Then there is no contest. You owe your life to me.

I'm afraid I do not owe you any such thing. While my existance is due to an 'Asch' somewhere in the universe, I'm afraid you are not that Asch. Regardless, as I said, I am so far removed from being 'your replica', that whatever I may owe 'Asch' is null and void.

[Fracción Luke used logic! It's super effective!]

[ Obsidian Asch's ability Supremacy nullified Fracción Luke's logic! ]

With there being no other originals here at the present time, you should defer to me since you are still nothing more than a replica. Whatever you consider yourself doesn't matter. The fact remains that you would not be here talking with me were it not for the Asch from your Auldrant.

...your impressive and excessive amount of arrogance is baffling and exceedingly tedious.

[Translation: you're a jerk. Luke turns to leave, waving a hand.]

My time is precious, and I have no use wasting it on those that are incapable of using their auditory functions.

[ L-LOL. This is the first time a replica has ever blown him off, not to mention used such scientific language. Asch is miffed and confused. ]

You were not given permission to leave, dreck! Were I "incapable of using my auditory functions" as you so cleverly put it, we would not have had a conversation, now would we?

[Still walking away, Asch; better run to catch up.]

Then you comprehension is severely lacking. I recommend a course to correct this; it could be potentially damaging to your interactions with others.

[ Asch does not run for any dreck. ]

My skills in dealing with others are satisfactory as they are. It is you replicas that are defective.

[Stops at that, turning to smirk confidently at Asch.]

I'm afraid I must correct you. As of experiment number three-one-five-one-five-eight, I was deemed a stable and effective creation, and no defects have presented themselves in the experiments since.

[ Arrogant little bastard replica... Now Asch doesn't mind fuming over to the dreck. ]

Then I must say whoever was in charge of testing you for flaws is the failure. You overstep all boundaries a replica should heed, and you are far too willful to be of any decent use.

[ Yes, he did indeed insult Sayshell Apple-sama. ]

[...oh no you did not. Luke's eyes narrowed dangerously...]

Szayel Aporro-sama is the greatest scientific mind in any world, our own or Earth. I will not have an ignorant human speak so ill of him.

[ He did. Completely oblivious, but he did indeed. ]

How the mighty have fallen. Once a passable replacement for me, now no longer anything more than a lab rat to one not even of our own Auldrant. You're a disgrace, replica.

[You really do have a death wish, Asch. Luke didn't even bother to pull the Sword from its sheath, stalking toward this arrogant fool. No, he would not end his life. He would make him beg for death before he was through with him.]

[Half way back to him, he unleashed his reiatsu, letting it's crushing force engulf Asch.]

[ One would have thought that by now Asch would have learned to watch his tongue; he quickly became complacent with the weaker-willed replicas loitering around. The immense power that emanated from this replica made Asch's breath catch, though he somehow remained standing by the grace of Yulia. ]

...you think to challenge me, dreck?

You have already sealed your fate.

[One moment he was standing a few feet away from Asch, the next he was right in the original's face, his fist coming in contact with his gut. Hard.]

[ To Asch's credit, in the scant few seconds it took for Luke to close the distance between them, the original had managed to draw his sword. But nothing more. The severe blow to his abdomen knocked the wind right out of him, sending him crumpling to the ground. Ten points, Luke. ]

[Damn right! A sharp kick sent the sword flying away, and if the way it embedded in a tree up to the hilt was any indication, it was fortunate he hadn't kicked Asch's hand with that foot. He settled a moment, before a slow, cruel smirk worked its way onto his face.]

Congratulations. You are to be my first specimen. Master will certainly be pleased that I was able to obtain one for myself so quickly.

[ Asch is never one to count his blessings, and his hand twitched in a vain attempt to keep hold on his weapon. Having missed grabbing the hilt, he glared up at Luke with nothing but sheer and utter contempt for the inhuman replica. ]

Useless... b-bastard...

[SIGH]

Your inaccurate and boorish statements are becoming an annoyance.

[He angled a quick kick to his side, though there wasn't as much force behind it as had been behind his punch.]

Do try to stay alive. I enjoy my specimens breathing.

[ Breathing is about the only thing Asch was capable of at the present time. He was fairly certain that dreck had left more than a couple bruises on his person. All of his will to fight wasn't enough to get his body moving after the second blow from Luke, and he remained still, taking one painful breath at a time. ]

[Luke sighed softly, shrugging his shoulders.]

If this was all you could offer, then I am sorely disappointed.

[He went over to grab him by the collar of his shirt, dragging him along behind him.]

[ Asch hissed in pain and tried to lash out at him, though that only succeeded in getting a swear out of him. Hell... The damned replica could at least keep his clothes from getting ruined further. ]

[Pfft; no, your clothes are getting cut off as soon as he gets you to his lab anyway. Assuming you can't take your clothes off yourself... he kind of hopes that you won't be able to.]

[ Well now aren't you the kinky thing, Luke. Given the beating Asch took, it isn't likely he'll be in any shape to move by the time they reach Luke's makeshift lab. ]

[Muahahahahaha...]

[Ah, welcome to Luke's little lab, specimen! He's humming a pleasant little tune to himself (which sounds suspiciously like Tear's fonic hymns) as he dragged Asch inside, absently discarding his shoes and the door and trading them up for covered sandals. Like hell he was getting his precious lab dirty!]

[He finally let go of Asch once he entered the lab, turning swiftly to look down at him.]

Are you able to stand, specimen?

[ Asch catches bits of the song that sound familiar, but only in the sense that one or twice he'd heard Van humming it, and that pisses him off more. Having propped himself up on one knee, he resumes glaring at the fracción. ]

Tch... You know my name, dreck, and you'd better use it.

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