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[learycross.livejournal.com]

[Sitting under a shady tree is the very same old world looking Luke with the thick English accent. He's currently surrounded by what looks like an art project. Little opened bottle of paint, some feathers, beads and fakes jewels rest beside him and before him are many fabric masquerade mask in various colors. Though what seems to be holding his attention are the glitter pens. The store owner recommended them but boy still wasn't sure what for... These mordern art tools were a little different from what he's used to, so he's been gazing at it thoughtfully for quite sometime now. It was an odd sort of pen, nothing like a quill and was filled with shiny dust.]

Looks like something a pixie would make...

[Gives the plastic pen and jumps when some of the dust squirts out and lands on a mask.]

Oh, bugger...

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[littlesacredash.livejournal.com]

What are you doing?

Sorry for the late. I was at work. >_<

[learycross.livejournal.com]

Hm? Oh! Afternoon, Bitty Asch. [Goes back to rubbing the glitter off a mask.]

I am making some mask for all Hallows eve.

It's alright!

[littlesacredash.livejournal.com]

Don't call me that... I'm not that little.

What's "all hallows eve"?

[engel]

[ Have a snort of amusement from behind you, Luke. ]

Not the crafty type, are you?

[learycross.livejournal.com]

Well I have to call you something. Calling you Asch would be terribly confusing with all the Asches running about.

[Sighs when the glitter only spreads around but wont come off.] A holiday where I am from. A day where one can be whatever they want be it human or beast.

[littlesacredash.livejournal.com]

...I'm not little, though... Can it be something else?

You get to turn into things?

[learycross.livejournal.com]

[Perks up at the familiar voice but there is no familiar feeling... another Asch? Looks over and blinks. A living one? No... not quite.]

Ah, so there are Asches around here that aren’t children or Vampires. [Tilts his head and looks him over curiously.] Well, actually I'm normally good at art. It's this world's tools that I'm not too fond of...

[engel]

Of course there are. Those kinds are the more unusual of us. [ Quirks an eyebrow right back, casually folding his arms across his chest. ] Then what sort of supplies are you familiar with using if not those?

[learycross.livejournal.com]

Hm... [Gives him a thoughtful look. what else about him stood out?] Well tell me some stuff about you and I can pick a fitting name.

Not literally. More like a day of make believe. You dress up like what you want to be. I'm a bit too old but I still like making a mask just the same. [Smiles and starts trying to paint over the spilt glitter.]

[learycross.livejournal.com]

Is that so? So you're considered a normal version of Asch? [Looks back to the mask laying among the plastic art supplies.]

So much plastic... and what the bloody hell is this thing? [Holds up the glitter pen.] It's making a mess not art!

[engel]

Not exactly. I believe I fall under the 'odd' category.

[ Crouches down beside him and picks up one of the pens. ] That would be glitter in some sort of gel or glue.

[learycross.livejournal.com]

Odd? [Lets him have that Saboteur pen and spots something on his back when he moves closer.]

OH! An angel Asch! [Lightly touches a wing with ihs finger tips.]

[littlesacredash.livejournal.com]

Um... I like cooking. And Luke. And I have a cool pierce thingy like Asch.

...that sounds like fun.

[engel]

[ All the crafts have him curious; he never did have the chance to be artsy... ]

An angel? [ Sets his jaw at having his wing touched. ] ...never been called that before.

[learycross.livejournal.com]

Heh, understandable. Angelic is one of the last words I'd use for my Asch or any other... [Slight grin.] But these look much like angel wings. How did you get them?

[Doesn't seem to notice the boy's annoyance and gently tries to make the wing spread.]

[learycross.livejournal.com]

Oh? you have a Luke to? Is he smal- er, young as well? [Pauses] Pierce thingy?

[engel]

[ Gives him a look of annoyance and smacks his hand away with a hiss. ]

Most of us are anything but angelic. It comes with the territory. ...how do you think I got them?

[learycross.livejournal.com]

[Jumps at that.] Testy. Can see why you don't get called that often.

[Shrugs.] You could of gotten them in any numbers of ways, everyone here has a different sort of tale. [Picks up a mask and starts to paint over the glitter that wouldn’t come off.]

I hear many of the Lukes are replicas made of magic and science. Could of had them put on you by a mad scientist or you could of been born with them, maybe wings are common where you're from. You also have an odd feeling coming from you… you’re alive but something is off… [Still painting as he speaks.]

[littlesacredash.livejournal.com]

Yeah, he's little like me. (pulls his hair back to show off his earring)

[engel]

[ Lets out a sigh as he relaxes again. ] What if touching them had negative consequences? Did you stop to think of that?

Sounds as though you think a great deal more than most of the Lukes -- with short or long hair. That is to say nothing of your accent. [ Seats himself on the ground, drawing a leg up to his chest. He'll just ignore the whole question of how he got the wings. ] Just what do you mean by something being off with me?

[learycross.livejournal.com]

How old are you, child?

[learycross.livejournal.com]

Not really, I just thought they looked soft. This was the most negative I was expecting. A slap and a grumpy Angel. [Is just glad the slap was on his hand.]

Hm, I wouldn't be surprised. Most of the other Lukes I've encountered ranged from slightly mad to out right nutters. And what of my accent? [Huffs a bit thinking he‘s planning to make fun as well.]

[engel]

They do have a fair amount of down on them. Try to be more cautious in the future; you might come across something that looks pleasant but is lethal in reality.

[ Can't help but snort into the sleeve of his shirt at that description of the replicas. And so much for his question. ] I had never heard one like it before. Nothing against you.

[learycross.livejournal.com]

Already had a few of those, but I've also had ones that looked lethal and turned out to be life savers. [Fond smile.] Doubt I'll ever get the hang of it at this rate.

I see... yes, I do seem to confuse many of the residents with it. [Leans back to rest against the tree trunk.]

And I couldn't really say what feels off about you. Maybe it's because you feel alive...

[engel]

Just be careful you do not accidentally poison yourself, hmm? That would be a shame since you seem to have a good head on your shoulders.

... [ You get a look like you're an idiot for that one, Luke. ] What kind of moronic statement is that? Do you often fraternize with zombies or the like?