abyssdressing | (no subject)

Entry tags:

characters: engel

(no subject)

[ Remaining idle has never been one of Asch's strong points at any time in his life, so it should come as no surprise that he would find a way to spend his spare time doing something productive. As of late you might have seen the winged original bustling about hither and tither, to and fro, and even yonder as he transported -- among other things -- a great many boxes, several types of food, and a boatload of furniture. All this was being taken in the direction of a city located near the ocean's shoreline, to an outdoor cafe that would give a hole in the wall a bad name.

Only one small (if tasty-smelling) box remains to be taken from the apartments to said cafe. You're free to catch him anywhere along the way, with his hair neatly braided and sporting a spotless, ruffle-free apron. Mock at your own risk, drecks. ]

[ooc: My internet is being a wonky POS, so replies might be sporadic. D:]

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

[...Engel you domestic fool. ♥ Luke is... well, you probably haven't seen him in a little while. He's been flitting from place to place since Anise and Tokunaga's attack on Valentine's, never staying in his room or any room or place for longer than a few hours.]

[He has a few healing cuts and bruises all over his person, though hidden luckily by the cold weather's encouragement of warmer clothing. Unfortunately, he's unable to hide the raised and purple welt-mark on his right cheek. His eye was black for a while, but it's faded and just sort of a shadow by this point. Then again, the circles under his eyes and slightly sallow color to his skin makes the bruise much more vivid and over all he just has a very sickly look to him, right now. Not to mention that he's jumpy as all hell.]

[But he's ventured out in something akin to confidence today, and happens to catch you on your last trip to the apartment.]

[Expect to be latched onto from behind by a familiarly rail-thin frame.]

[ Being unable to find any replicas to ~~look after~~ badger is half the reason Asch has kept himself busy shuffling stuff around; it's more difficult to think when your hands are busy, though the walk in between leaves plenty of time for his mind to wander. Hence the startled reaction at having a warm twiggy person suddenly accosting his weak point-- the original spazzes, sending the box several inches into the air with a yell and both wings beating on his assailant as he tries whirling around to smack whoever. ]

[Steps away-- partly deftly, and partly in alarm, though it is the latter that is more noticeable in the way he gasps and holds one arm in front of his face to shield it. He recovers quickly in hopes Asch might not notice, but even he knows it's not quite quickly enough, and offers a sheepish smile.]

...hey.

[ He does catch the fright and it's a good thing too, or else he might not have backed off hitting the other redhead. Instead he simply gapes at the state Luke is in, fumbling to string together a series of words that don't result in a moronic question. 'What happened to you?' 'Where have you been?' and 'Can't you stay out of trouble for one minute on your own?' come to mind. ]

...gah!

[ Not liking those options, Asch brings the lightweight cardboard box down over Luke's head to nail him square in the noggin. ]

Edited 2010-03-02 08:15 (UTC)

[Flinches, but is smiling nonetheless. He sounds somewhat like he swallowed a frog when he speaks, hoarse and entirely scratchier than usual, causing him to clear his throat mid-sentence. He also appears to be psychic and have kind of assumed the questions you wanted to but didn't bother asking.]

...I'm okay, before you ask or demand to know. I got beaten up, but that happens and will heal, and I stayed out of reach because I was sick... [Swallows and rubs his thumb against his throat absently.] ...think I'm mostly over whatever I had, though.

[ Quietly fumes throughout the entire explanation, letting him finish before smacking him atop the head several times and thrusting the box into his arms --most likely so he'll quit using it as a weapon. ]

One, how you got attacked when there is hardly anything dangerous here is beyond me. Two, and we've gone over this before, being sick is the worst excuse you can give to avoid contact. And three, don't go sneaking up on people without saying something!

[Flinches for the first three or four smacks with the box before he just squints his eyes closed and lets Asch beat on him with it. He's still grinning a little, until-- oof, box. Raises his eyebrows at it and looks from it to Asch a few times in complete and utter confusion before offering another sheepish smile.]

It's... not something I want to get into. [So please, please don't ask.] And I know, I was just sleeping a lot and... didn't want to get you sick. I ate a lot of canned soup, though! ...Sorry about the sneaking, though. No excuse there.

[ Shoots him a suspicious glare laced with mild concern for the first remark but refrains from prying. ...for now. Luke can definitely expect to be grilled for answers later. We have ways to make you talk. The first of which is said box being warm and smelling of baked goods. ]

So you think it's perfectly acceptable to just waltz off without so much as a word on where I might find you if something were to come up or should I want to see your sorry ass?

[ Snaps his mouth shut right after and casts his glare aside, muttering into the scarf draped around his neck. ] With the frequency you get sick, I'm beginning to think any illness intended to affect man or feline gets you.

[Can't help but smile at the bashful nature of the outburst, clicking his tongue a little.] I know, I know. I said I'd do better and I didn't. I just didn't want to sit still, and... [...and for a day or two we didn't want to contact you for fear of Crazy!'naga coming after you.] I dunno. You know me; I don't learn very well.

I don't get sick that much.

[ Scowls to the point both eyebrows practically touch and gives Luke a one-handed noogie, making certain to leave his hair a mess. ] No, you're just in a constant state of unhealthy. Every time you wander off somewhere you come back either ill or with more injuries than any sane person should have. I'm very tempted to throw you in a padded room and lock the door after just to see what kind of ridiculous crap you're capable of pulling. [ That might have been better; not even a shred of stuffing would've been left. ]

[Upon one of his many trips back and forth, Asch might see a small, scruffy looking figure stumbling around absently. Back to him, it looked just like any other dirty homeless girl, sporting a dress that looked as if it had been ripped apart rather aggressively. There was a bit of a red tint mingled with the dirt. The girl looks a little thin, and tired, like she hadn't slept properly in days.

The only telltale sign as to who she is...is a familiar, grinning cat doll that looks like it had been crushed under a meteor. Because it had been, actually. Anise wobbles in place, and looks up through her messy hair, finally spotting the redhead and going very, very still.]

Edited 2010-03-03 03:23 (UTC)

[Frowns and shakes his head to get his hair back into some semblance of order, sulking.] I'd really prefer you didn't; I may be a klutz and an idiot and a hundred other things but I'm not crazy.

[ Asch pauses the moment he feels the weight of someone's gaze on him and turns to return Anise's stare, not quite sure what to make of the state this rather pathetic-looking child is in. It takes several beats for recognition to seep into his pitying gaze -- he hadn't been around the replica's group long enough for the mangled pancake-doll to jump right out at him -- and for him to start in her direction. ]

[ Shifts somewhat awkwardly as he sidesteps around to head back down the way he'd come. ] That might actually keep you from killing yourself one of these times, and who knows, it could be amusing.

[She's quiet as Asch looks at her, and then blinks as he makes his approach. Obviously a little weary of people now that she had her unusual episode on Valentines - and after being killed off by Jade - Anise takes a few steps back. She doesn't know if he knows that she attacked Luke, or what he'd do or say. But considering this is Asch the Bloody, she'd rather not stick around to find out.

So, she grips her mangled dolly tightly and tries to dash away. Of course the moment she makes that decision, the ground makes a beautiful arch, reminding her sleep is a wonderful thing, and Anise stumbles before falling forward. Ow.]

[ Having people fear you is all part of being a God-General, as Asch had discovered long ago, but coming across individuals here that were still afraid of him wasn't exactly the norm. And something just wasn't adding up. He'd been extra vigilant since both his replicas had gone and yet everything seemed in order until today.

Honestly-- anyone can tell just by giving the girl a once over that she's in no condition to be walking, let alone attempting to run. So it shouldn't come as much of a surprise that he allows Anise to flee before strolling after her and dropping to crouch nearby. ]

Is there any reason you're being more stupid than usual, midget?

[Anise pushes herself up uneasily, blinking and squeezing one eye shut past the blur of exhaustion. She pushed weakly at Asch's chest with one hand and then turned away from him. No explanation, no huffs and puffs, not even a "boo". Anise is being unusually quiet, considering she's...Anise.

She's also not looking at you, Asch, and is going to try to stand up again, slowly and wobbly. She doing a rather good impression of a newborn fawn, walking for the first time.]

...

[ Well, no hint of her usual banter is almost enough to classify as unsettling, if not outright disturbing, though he's still uncertain as to whether or not this is Anise is the same one he knows. It doesn't matter anyways; she's still a friend. Of the replica. Cough.

She gets a scowl as he moves to follow suit and grab her forearm. Asch isn't about to leave a kid to fend for herself until he's got some answers. ]

Cut that out.

[She makes a startled noise and tugs at her arm to get it out of his steely grip. Anise frowns and pulls with all her might, but her weakness due to lack of sleep and a bit of hunger - oh, and dying, that kinda sucked up a lot of her usual vigor - was making her attempts rather feeble.

Anise finally gives him a pleading and apologetic look when she turns to face him. Let go, she doesn't wanna fight, and...please don't hurt her. It wasn't her fault! If he looks carefully, Asch will see a large, clean scar along the line of her neck, which looks like it's still healing. A nice souvenir and reminder of what had transpired a few weeks ago.]

Nnhh...!

[ Oh, he notices alright; it's half the reason his anger skyrockets and Anise gets a rather rough shake from the pidgeon. All he wants is some damn answers, yet no one is willing to spill so much as a hint! Asch can't help snarling in frustration as his other hand darts out to grab a shoulder. ]

I said stop it! Now what the hell is the matter with you?!

[Anise puts up her hands to shield her face and whimpers quietly. She feels tears well up in her eyes and tries to push him back, clearly afraid of being jostled like that. Anise finally opens her mouth and makes a gasping noise, only managing a few quiet, unintelligible sounds.]

...Ah...hhn...! . . .

[Happy now? She can't talk. Until the scar on her throat heals completely, you'll have a silent drecklet waltzing around. Anise shakes her head then pantomimes writing, her one palm flat and the other holding an invisible pen. She looks at Asch questioningly, though there's a slight fear in her eyes, too. You're really scary when you're mad, Asch...]

Anise spots a familiar winged original flying about, cheerfully Anise waves to him, looking rather happy to see him.-

Asch~! I've been looking for you~♥

Why aren-- oh. [ OH. For a scant few moments Asch comes close to looking guilty for being so harsh, though all traces are quick to disappear back into his gruff facade as he releases her. ]

Idiots can't ever stay out of trouble, can you...

[ There's a reason he's taken to toting around a few small notepads and writing implements. After fumbling through several pockets without success, Asch hands said paper and pencil over to Anise with a huff. The sooner they get to the bottom of this, the better. ]

[ Anise had been wanting to see him? Well now, that's a surprise. One he's not certain is all-together good. With Jade's trolling capabilities and Luke's childish enthusiasm, she can be damn frightening at times. Against his better judgement, Asch pauses to let her catch up. ]

What for?

[She gives him an indecipherable look, then takes the paper and pencil slowly. Anise rubs her eyes and begins to write. Even the fonic letters have her own bubbly appearance, though her hand shakes at certain parts, and her eyes fill with tears, which she mostly wipes away. Recollecting what happened was painful, and scary. She hands the paper back to him, looking down.]

[Anise staggers, wiping her face and trying to keep herself upright. Her stomach gave a loud grumble, and she put a hand over it. Quiet, you... It's not like this hadn't happened before. Anise was used to being hungry. Living in the slums in Daath for eleven years kind of does that to you. Sleep, though. That's kinda something she needs. Sorry if she suddenly leans heavily on you, Asch, Anise is trying, at least.]

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 1 of 24

(no subject)

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

Please don't kill her. |D;

no subject

Will try not to let him. |Da

no subject

She already died once, and does not want to repeat it. :|

He'll just show her why it's a Bad Idea to mess with what's his. B|

Possessive relationships are unhealthy, Asch. B|

Nothing new there. |D

Don't make her pluck you, Feathers.

He'll return the favor by pulling your pigtails out one hair at a time.

...That's only slightly sadistic. /cough.

Your Asch needs maor luv~♥

This IS Asch we're talking about. He doesn't do nice.

adskj Moar older!Anise~♥

He's a big softie deep down and you know it. :|