Like Master, Like Fracción

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[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!]]

Comments

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Yes. The winged Asch pointed it out to me.

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

...I didn't know those kinds of facilities existed here.

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

It seems they do, and I am most grateful for them.

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I'm not surprised... It seems pretty important to you.

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...yes. The ability to understand more than what I had been able to before was a blessing given to me by my master. I have no wish to let this gift go to waste.

[Comes to his lab, and holds the door open for Asch.]

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...I guess it's not all bad, then. [He enters, glancing around before stopping and waiting for Luke.]

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[Luke follows him inside, all business.]

Please sit on the examination table. I will take into account the current state of your body first.

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

...Fine. [It takes him a moment to calm himself, but he goes and sits like asked, waiting quietly.]

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

Please remove your shirt.

[Goes over to a counter and starts putting away his scalpels. He won't be using them on this specimen.]

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[Asch doesn't respond, instead intently focused on keeping himself calm. After a few moments, though, he slowly begins to take off his tabard and shirt, silent.]

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[Luke replaces the instruments of sharp pointy death with something more likely found at a doctor's office. A stethoscope, needles, and various other tools come out. Luke turns back to him after a moment, resting his note book on the table beside him, and wordlessly starting to measure his heartbeat and lung capacity, scribbling notes rapidly.]

[...just don't look down at the restraints on the table, and you'll be fine, Asch.]

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

[...Yeah, it's best if he doesn't see those restraints. For now, though, he's staying silent, with his eyes closed and head bowed so he doesn't have to watch him. He's having trouble keeping himself calm, but is doing the best he can in this situation.]

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

I have no intention of harming you. Try to calm yourself; your elevated heart rate is disrupting my readings.

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...You'll just have to live with it, dreck. [His words hold none of their usual venom, though, but he manages to get his breathing under control.]

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Hn... I do not understand an original's fascination with using that word to refer to me. You do know what it means, do you not?

[Scatch, scratch, scratch; blood pressure next, Asch.]

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

...It means you're trash. That you're worthless. [Talking is definitely helping him stay calm, so he welcomes the conversation.]

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

Hn... then you can understand why I would protest to such a designation. I am certainly not trash, nor am I worthless. My value as a research subject and a lab assistant is very high to my master.

[Hmm, hmm, testing reflexes now; try not to kick him, you'll only hurt yourself.]

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

...You're still a pathetic replica. No good for anything. [He's just kinda going along with this whole checkup thing, not really too concerned by it. He's far more concerned by his continued lack of shirt, but it doesn't matter at the moment.]

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While I may have initially began as a replica, my composition is so far different now, that the only thing I have in common with an Asch is a face and a name.

[Steps away from him, pulling his notebook with him and writing away.]

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Your past is what matters, not what you're made of.

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The past is just a fragmented memory of what has been. Eventually, even looking in the mirror will not remind me of it.

[Needle time, Asch. Try not to panic, he's just putting the rubbing band on now.]

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

Your past is what makes you who you are.

[He's watching curiously as Luke does so, not actually too concerned by it.]

[fonicfraccion.livejournal.com]

...hn. Science has also made me what I am.

[Takes his arm, pressing gently to find a good vein, before sliding in a needle. He's going to need at least four of these; try not to pass out.]

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Your past is still important; you can't just ignore it like that.

[He quickly looks away when he sees the needle, starting to get worked up again. He keeps himself mostly under control, though, and just continues looking away.]

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Perhaps so, but I cannot return to Auldrant, and I cannot grow any older. My past as a replica will just be a small dot compared to the life that lays ahead of me.

[One down...]