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[scionofhispower]

[Sitting off on a large rock somewhere near his home is... an apparently reclusive Asch. He looks pretty quiet and content, maybe even - surprisingly - serene, just sitting there with his eyes closed.

...

Well.

We can't have that, now, can we?]

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[fononfailure]

[ Of course not, given a certain replica's penchant for thinking things over for about half a minute.

Which is why he's got a one-hundred percent quiet, fool-proof sneak coming at him from behind. That may or may not have the tiniest bit of malicious intent in it. ]

[scionofhispower]

[Quiet or not, he might have an idea that he's being snuck up on.

But he's staying perfectly silent and still for who knows what reason.]

[fononfailure]

[ He's just that awesome, obviously. Or that said replica is just far too predictable. Either or.

Better brace yourself, Asch, unless you want to get knocked clean off your perch. ]

[scionofhispower]

[Or he's meditating and paying attention to fonon signatures. Fufufu.]

I wouldn't do that if I were you. [But he still hasn't opened his eyes. Or even moved. Go figure.]

[fononfailure]

[ Damn him and his sneakiness. At least we know where she gets it from. Scary. ]

...you wouldn't do a lot of things if you were me. Heck, you don't do a lot of things as you. [ Twerp. That just makes her want to harass him even more. Though she flops onto the ground behind him. ]

[scionofhispower]

You're the fool who considered disturbing a man's training.

[fononfailure]

Training? [ Turns around to climb up beside him. ] What kind of training?

[scionofhispower]

[Is that a slight tick? Yes, yes it is.] Mental training. It's useful for the use of fonic artes.

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

[Asch approaches him silently, not wanting to interrupt him. He's interested in what he's doing, though, so he just watches from a small distance away for now.]

[scionofhispower]

[Senses him coming, but says nothing for now, just waiting to see if he'll announce his presence or not.]

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

[He watches him silently for a bit, but he does eventually decide to let let himself be known.]

...Just thinking, or are you doing something else...?

[scionofhispower]

[He inclines his head slightly, but doesn't open his eyes.] Meditation, of a sort. More to keep my capabilities in shape than anything else.

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

Is it actually that useful?

[scionofhispower]

It can be. For instance, it clears the mind and allows you to focus more keenly on things. In this case, fonons.

[brokenscion.livejournal.com]

...I might have to try it, then.

[scionofhispower]

[opens his eyes] It'd suit you.

[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

[Well, this one isn't going to do anything harmful. But he is, however, going to stare as if he were trying to burn a hole through your head]

[scionofhispower]

[Veeeeeeery slight twitch near his eye.] You'll get a better response if you say something, kid.

[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

Ah!

[He takes a step back, still staring]

I just wanted to see what you were doing. I wasn't going to talk.

[scionofhispower]

It's nothing too exciting, Luke. [Nope, he's not opening his eyes yet.] You don't have to back away; I'm not going to hurt you.

[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

[He tilts his head to the side] Are you sleeping?

[scionofhispower]

Not exactly. Just... clearing my head, I suppose you could say.

[royalbitchfit.livejournal.com]

Why? Did you think bad stuff?

[scionofhispower]

Not particularly, no. It's a method that I use for strengthening myself.

[butazarudesuno.livejournal.com]

Mister Asch? What are you doing?