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Like Master, Like Fracción

[Watch out, ADR, the crossover Luke is out and about again. It took some sleepless nights (not like he really needs sleep anyway), but he managed to get his new lab up to his satisfaction. It wasn't perfect, as there were still many things in his master's lab in Las Noches that he just could not acquire here.]

[But it didn't matter; without his master here, he was free to explore and experiment as he wished... but first he needed some specimens. The thought brought a wicked little smirk to his face, wondering what exciting kind of creature he could drag off...]

[[ooc: Uh oh, uh oh! Fracción Luke is on the prowl! Careful on approach, he will try to drag you back to his lab and he will try to turn you into his little science experiment. Don't say I didn't warn you!]]

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[ Well, yes, the intelligent part of his mind registered that fact quite a while ago, but his ego refused to accept that. Watch where you're cutting, dreck. If Asch was going to make one last try to off the replica, it would be for him nailing the sensitive areas. ]

[He makes sure to cut awfully damn close, just to piss Asch off. Yes, he is a sadist, thanks for asking.]

[ Luke gets a scathing glare for getting that near to his privates. And from one sadist to another, Asch thinks you're failing, idiot. ]

[You haven't gotten on his operating table yet.]

[He finishes up, leaving Asch stark naked on the floor, surrounded by scraps of what he had been wearing. Luke stepped back, giving him a smirk, before turning his attention to his tools spread out on a counter.]

Please lay down on the examination table.

[He can't help but sound a little excited by that. His first procedure on his own! Oh, he couldn't wait to slice into him!]

So now you have the gall to make it into a request? Aren't you the amusing dreck.

[ And by that Asch means "not on your life", if his tone is anything to judge by. Just what it was Luke was after to begin with was beyond him. He wasn't abnormal in any way other than the fact he'd returned to Baticul. ] ]

[Who said you had to be abnormal to be dissected? Foolish original...]

I grow tired of repeating myself with you, specimen.

[Looks up from his task and walks over to grab Asch, walking him over to the examination table.]

[ That thought hasn't occurred to Asch yet. ]

Keep your hands off me, replica!

[ He smacked away Luke's hand and stumbled the last few steps on his own, taking a seat on the table's edge. ]

[He only let go for his own amusement, and because Asch was so close to the table anyway. By the way, Asch, see those restraints there? Yeah... karma's a bitch some times, isn't it?]

Lay down, please.

... [ Karma can go rot in hell for all he cares. After having been subjected to Van's crazy experiments, he feels more than a little entitled to abuse the reason for his kidnapping. ]

What do plan on doing with me? Surely you could have waited until a more promising individual came along.

Why ever would I want to dissect a more promising individual?

[Seriously, if he had glasses, they'd've flashed at that.]

[ Luke is naturally creepy enough without the glasses, thanks. ]

If that's what you have in mind for me, you can forget it!

[ There's one nice thing about labs: they come complete with their own weapons. Namely, scalpels. ]

[Oh please, a scalpel? Luke raises an eyebrow at the sudden surgical knife in Asch's hand, before a smirk worked it's way onto his face.]

Do you really believe you can injure me with that?

You would be surprised.

[ It's obvious that most of Luke's body is immune to even the most vicious of blows, but he has an idea in mind... Implementing that plan, however, is another story. ]

[Go for it, Asch! He's just standing there with a ridiculously amused look on his face, waiting for you to humor him.]

[ Asch would much rather try to escape about now, thank you just the same. The scalpel is more for backup than anything else. ]

[Folds his hands calmly behind his back, not the least bit bothered.]

If you are not going to do anything with that, then I suggest you set it down and lay on the table, before I am forced to do something you will most certainly not like.

Your threat means very little when the alternative means being cut to shreds.

[ Lack of clothing be damned, he's going to try making a break for the door. ]

[Luke really likes using his sonido. One moment, he's standing by the table, the next he's in Asch's face, a clearly not amused expression on his face.]

If you believe yourself capable of escape, then I must correct this belief quickly.

We'll see!

[ And surprisingly, that's exactly what Asch was after! For he's already lifting the scalpel when Luke disappears, bringing it down at the replica's eye when he reappears. ]

[Luke let out a startled cry, stumbling back, his eye gushing blood and other disgusting fluids as he moved, still blocking the exit. He cried out in what sounded like pain as he clutched at the scalpel... but it slowly turned into an insidious laugh as the fracción lifted his head, the surgical instrument bobbing sickeningly.]

[He reached up in the next moment, grasping the shaft of the scalpel and yanking it straight out, taking the eye with it. He held it up before his remaining eye, observing it curiously... before plucking it off of the scalpel and popping it into his mouth. He chewed on it thoughtfully for a good moment, before finally swallowing.]

That hurt. I'm going to have to replace that now. [He smirked.] Perhaps I'll just use one of yours.

[ Congratulations, Luke, you have managed to completely horrify and disgust one of the most hardened Asches to have ever tread upon ADR soil. That's saying something. ]

[ Asch recoils, snarling out of fear -- though it sounds like it's of rage -- and tries to grab Luke by the throat. ]

What kind a disgusting monster are you?!

[He aims to please. Or terrify. One of the two.]

[He snatches Asch's hand, very calmly staring at him with his one eye and one vacant cavity.]

I am the loyal unnumbered fracción of Szayel Aporro Grantz, Luke fon Fabre. And you, human, have irritated me for the last time.

[ He's certainly terrified of this Luke now. ]

[ Asch tries feverishly to pull his hand free, delivering kick after kick to the replica. ]

Were all replicas like you, it would be no wonder why all of Auldrant despises you!

[He let go of Asch's hand, before grabbing him by the throat, lifting him clear off of his feet and walking him back to the examination table.]

I am the product of science from two different worlds. Auldrant, while it was the place of my birth, is forever lost to me. I make the most of this fact.

[ If he had been trying to say something in response, it was cut short just like the air to his lungs was, with the exception of a barely audible curse. This is the first time he's been at a complete loss as to what he could do to escape. ]

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Oh god, I'm going to hate myself for this post.

FFFF I'M GOING TO CALL FRICKFRACC 'XIAHOU DUN' NOW.

XDDDDDDDDDDDDD

"XIAHOU LUKE WHAT U'VE DUN TO ME" XDD

YOU DORK. XDDD

DAMN STRAIGHT. XDDD