LIKE WE NEED MORE REDHEADS. Damnit, Sol.

[flamefusion]

[ Have a new Luke, DR. This one's from after Eldrant and was suddenly shipped off to Filgaia, a desert planet somewhere in between Western and sci-fi. ]

[ In either case, he suddenly stops and looks around, because what the hell? This... didn't look like Filgaia. He frown, wings fluffing in annoyance. Now where was he? He had just been running from a pack of bandits, gun over his shoulder, and now he's in this place with... green. He hasn't seen so much green in over a year, just a few trees and patches of grass here and there. Nothing really grew well in the poor, rocky soil on Filgaia. So he'll just find a spot by a tree and sit down underneath, one knee drawn to his chest and Rudia, his shotgun, leaning against it. ]

This sucks. At least I'm not being chased, anymore... [ And hey, this was kind of nice. He could almost take a nap here... ]

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Dammit, now I want to play Wild ARMs. Also, keywords.

[fonicarrancar.livejournal.com]

[Let's see... some new supplies for the lab? Check. Some synthetic souls for lunch? Check. Avoiding his past self? Check. Another Luke with cute little wings? Ch--]

[...wait, what?]

[Luke stopped dead, blinking at the other replica, an utterly perplexed look on his face. He reached up, adjusting his glasses as he observed the little fluffing wings, before shuffling over, curiosity getting the better of him really fast. It wasn't every day that he saw another Luke with wings, and he had to wonder if this one had them out all the time, or if this was a special form, what the wings were made of, how it was made possible for them to manifest... Look out, Luke, you're about to be accosted by a geekier version of you.]

However did you come into possession of your wings?

Yay for bullshit history when I haven't played WA3 in two years! P-Pffft.

[flamefusion]

[ They're not cute, damnit! They're nothing but a nuisance. ]

[ Okay, creepy!Luke, you can stop stalking him, now. He jumped before he made it to the tree, shotgun out and... Well, enjoy staring down two barrels, Arrancar. How did this guy manage to get close to him?! ... Wait. ... WHAT THE HELL. ]

W-Why do you look exactly like me?! [ Wow, this scenario seemed familiar... ]

There needs to be an RP based on Filgaia man.

[fonicarrancar.livejournal.com]

[Oh, pfft, a gun. Luke doesn't even seem bothered at all by the weapon, and instead was circling around him, writing rapid fire notes.]

Oh, you must have fallen into a temporal disturbance that disrupted the fabric of the multiverse and sent you to this way station world until the disruption can fix itself. Those disturbances are hard for anyone to detect; I didn't even notice I came here until I suddenly was.

[He paused, pointing his writing implement at the wings.]

Are those emitting another presence? Do your wings have their own consciousness? Are they purely spiritual, or is this an actual physical manifestation? How did you acquire them? May I take a sample for study?

[Just be glad it's not the evil one... he wouldn't bother with the questions.]

... Like, Abyss characters on Filgaia? Because that would be the most epic thing ever.

[flamefusion]

[ It's all right, because he's lowering it now that he knows he's not going to hurt him. ... Or so he thinks. His guard's still up. Did he eat some drugged food...? ]

... What did you say? [ Stupid replica is stupid and not artificially enhanced. ] N-No... Mind your own business! They're just... there. And yes, they're real.

[ ... Yeah, mun is really glad. Oh, Fricfracc. ]

Well, or panfandom, but yeah.

[fonicarrancar.livejournal.com]

In layman's terms, 'The Powers that Be decided we looked better in another plane of existence.'

[He pouted]

You sure? Not even a little sample?

... I could actually do that in the community I run, though it's closed right now...

[flamefusion]

... Right. [ Still didn't quite get that, but whatever. This Luke is insane. ]

[ His wings pulled in close to his body as if trying to protect themselves. ] Y-Yes, I'm sure! What's your problem? [ He was suddenly reminded of Jade and had to pout a little as well. As obnoxious as he was, he missed him. He really missed everyone from Auldrant, even Asch. See below. ]

:o!!!!

[fonicarrancar.livejournal.com]

Aw... but I haven't seen another Luke with wings in a long time.

[Insane? Him? Pfft; the mun knew she should have thrown his younger version at first. And he's totally not peering around to see if any of the feathers molted off or anything.]

|D;;;; chrysalis_rp community on LJ, if you want to see.

[flamefusion]

... What do you mean by that? [ He really hoped he wasn't the only person with wings... ]

[ NO, THANKS. I'M GOOD. And he's flapping his wings indignantly. Stop staring at them! It's creepy! ... And no, they didn't molt much. Sometimes. ]

I'll have to check it out!

[fonicarrancar.livejournal.com]

I mean that other than you and myself, there's one other Luke with wings here, but I haven't seen him in some time.

[STARE]

GUESS WHO. \8D/

[ashen-knight.livejournal.com]

[Hi, new Luke, have a new Asch! He's still as surly as ever, perhaps even more so, and looking around curiously. What the hell? Where was he now? He was just about to board the Albiore III and head to Eldrant...

Standing a good few meters away, Asch frowns, looking extremely confused and irritated. If this was someone's idea of a joke--! Finally, he spotted that mess of red hair and his face darkened. Of course...of course he'd see the replica here, too. Asch approached slowly, opening his mouth to say something, but his eyes found the wings first and he blurted out without thinking.]

What the hell happened to you?

GEE, IDK. 8|;;;;

[verneuilboule.livejournal.com]

[ Not so new to me~ Just to the DR~ ]

[ Luke whipped around when he heard that condescending tone of voice. ... Yes, that is how he remembers Asch. He just stared, clenching the strap on his shotgun. No way... but he was... He saw him, over a year ago! He knew he saw him die--he felt it. And without thinking, just like his original, Luke practically flew at him and enveloped him in a hug. He hadn't seen anyone from Auldrant in so long; he missed everyone, even and especially his surly original. Of course, he didn't even consider the fact that he might be hallucinating, but hey. Sorry about being accosted by a replica first thing upon entering the DR, Asch. 8| ] Asch...! It's... It's really you! I thought you died, so how...?

I'm just that good with disguises.

[ashen-knight.livejournal.com]

[Asch was staring at the replica, raising one brow in confusion before scowling. What was this idiot going on about?]

What the hell are you talking abo--[vjckcx--WHAT THE HELL?! Asch raised his arms and stared, wide-eyed and slack-jawed before shoving the dreck off, snarling.] Are you insane, replica?! Did you hit your head or something?! And what are you talking about?

[Died? Excuse me? Did the idiot's brain finally dissolve into nothing? And what's with the outfit, and the wings? Were they real? He reached out curiously, aiming for said feathery appendages.]

... Or lack of.

[flamefusion]

[ Luke seemed to compose himself and just kind of... stared. ]

I just... I saw you die. ... You were stabbed by Oracle soldiers on Eldrant... Don't you remember?

[ Luke just frowned. He didn't mean to piss him off, but he had just been so happy... ] I haven't-- [ HISS. Flapflap! Get off! Don't touch! And backing away slightly. ] H-Hey, don't do that...! They're really sensitive...

<< Shut up, dreck.

[ashen-knight.livejournal.com]

[Asch frowns, looking at the oddly dressed replica for some time. When he hissed like that, and the wings moved - Yulia, they were real! - Asch retracted his hand for the moment in favor of addressing the replica's words.]

I think those wings are messing with whatever brain you've got in that thick head, reject! I never even went to Eldrant, yet. I was preparing to board the Albiore to go there, but then ended up...here. [He gestured to their surroundings absently, then turned back to Luke.] And answer my question, dreck. What are are those, and how the hell did you come into possession of them? And the get-up, you look even more ridiculous than usual.

HAHAHAHAHA no.

[flamefusion]

[ Begin bitching match. 3...2...1...GO! ] I swear! I'm not making it up! Maybe you... I don't know, maybe you didn't get to it... yet...

[ And... deflating. That... really bothered him. He suddenly didn't want Asch to go to Eldrant, not after knowing what happened to him. He had thought about it for a long time. There were so many things that had gone wrong with that battle... Not having left his sword with him, not staying back to help Asch fight... He'd been stupid. As usual. So he'd just frown at him and fold his arms to hide what he was thinking. ]

You didn't ask me that, Asch. They're wings, obviously. ... [ Sigh. ] Do I have to explain the whole story? This clothing is better for walking around the wasteland in. [ Okay, fine... ] ... I'm not from Auldrant, anymore. I'm from another land called Filgaia. I think it's another planet... The entire place is a desert wasteland; even the oceans are made of sand, because monsters overran the planet and there was something about this huge war fifty years ago... I don't know. It's confusing, and I only have bits and pieces.

And I got the wings from having a Medium absorbed into my body. They're what's left over of a fire Guardian called Moor Gault. [ He shifted the shotgun strapped over his shoulder. ] I've had to fend for myself for over a year, and I've also been on the run from bounty hunters. It's been difficult since I can't easily go into towns to rest or buy supplies... I'm what's called a Drifter on Filgaia, just traversing the wasteland.

... Anyway... You can't go to Eldrant. If you do, you should go with the rest of the party... [ Not meeting his gaze, now. ] And avoid the room with stairs leading down and a giant seal on the floor. Tell your Luke that, too. [ Because he figures this isn't his Asch. ]

>(

[ashen-knight.livejournal.com]

[Asch glares, hard, but decides to listen to the idiot. He crosses his arms over his broad chest and stares intently, his face screwing up at certain parts. And don't beat yourself up about his death, Luke. You had to go fight Van. Those soldiers weren't worth the effort of two people.

When Luke finally comes to the part of not being from Auldrant anymore...well, Asch's brows shoot way up. He continues to listen to the lengthy story and though it sounds so unreal the former God-General is sure of one thing. The replica is way too damn stupid to come up with this on his own. Still, it's hard to swallow.]

Tch, fine, whatever. I'll buy your story for now, replica, since there's evidence of it being fact. [He nods to Luke's wings with a look of sheer distaste. Bitches stop messing with MY replica.] And don't tell me what to do! I tried joining your little group before but you were too much of an idiot to be around for more than two seconds! [He frowns, but considers the warning.] ...All right.

Now tell me more about those wings. Can they maintain flight? You said they were sensitive to touch... [Brb, going to inspect them a little. Curious original is curious.]

[flamefusion]

[ He still could have left his old weapon, even if it was a short sword... And obviously they were. He's gone over the memory many times in his head, and he couldn't help but feel that a part of it was his usual carelessness and stupidity. ]

[ Luke just crosses his arms, still staring away from his original. He feels Asch's eyes on his wings and curls them in closer to his body. Damn things...! They've brought him nothing but grief! ] ... I guess it's hard to believe, huh.

[ ... Sigh. Just sigh. Asch was still Asch... Then again, if he was from the time he thought he was... then perhaps he was still at that breaking point. Luke has had a lot of time to figure things out during those long, cold nights. ] Why does it matter? They're abominations; can't even do anything except be a pain in my ass. Considered just hacking them off one time, but Moor Gault got pissed at me...

LMAO DON'T BLAME ME /fashionably late & silly

[engel]

[ Greetings, fellow fowl of floofy feathers from faraway Filgaia! This beautiful day in the neighborhood finds a particular Asch strolling by with several long, sturdy planks of wood resting on a shoulder, his other hand upon the pommel of the sword strapped at his side. Asch catches sight of the replica well before they're close enough to speak, though it isn't until the last few yards that he notices something is different. For starters, this Luke's clothing was peculiar even by his standards. And that was to say nothing of the unwieldy gun he was toting. ]

[ You'll have to forgive him, Luke, for erring on the side of caution as he approaches. ]

ENGEEEEL~

[flamefusion]

[ Hello, acrid avian ally accruing alpine from Auldrant! Luke's just resting nicely under the trees. He hasn't seen such a beautiful emerald green in a long time, most of the greenery on Filgaia being that of dry, light green trees more suited for the barren landscape. Even grass and weeds seemed lifeless... ]

[ ... Wait, that couldn't be... Luke's up in a flash and running over to him only to slow down to a few steps in front of him. He wasn't about to hug him, because, well, he had a heavy load. ] Asch...? How are you alive? I swear you... [ He just beams at him, hardly able to contain his excitement. His wings fluttered because of it. Asch was alive...! ]

DREEEECK~

[engel]

[ ...okay, not even going to try continuing on that note. In typical Asch fashion, he stiffens when Luke calls out, though not for the reason Luke might suspect. If Luke though he was dead... Once certain that there won't be any untoward behavior from the replica just yet, Asch allows the boards to slide down so that they rest on the ground before addressing him. This would obviously take a delicate touch, a mastery of words so that Luke wouldn't take it so hard. ]

No, I happen to be a damn zombie out to eat brains, though obviously there is none here.

[ Nope. Asch was not the person for that task. ]

AAAAASCH~

[verneuilboule.livejournal.com]

[ /wins. B) Luke just kind of watches him, giving a bit of an odd look at his wings as well. Did he have a run-in with a Guardian...? And for some reason, that just makes Luke move forward and hug him. He missed Asch's douchebaggery, even if he'd get shoved off for this. He didn't care. It was someone from Auldrant, and someone who he thought was long dead. ]

I missed you... I missed everyone. I haven't seen anyone from Auldrant in over a year.

[ Go ahead and shove him off. He got his hug in; he's good. :|b ]

AAAAAUGH~

[engel]

[ B| Of course, just when Asch lets his guard down happens to be the exact moment Luke chooses to express his relief by glomming onto him. Recent personal issues meant he wasn't exactly in the best of moods to deal with stray replicas. Poised with a hand planted firmly on the replica's forehead so as to pry him off, the slight movement surprises Asch into forgoing his shove. Wings... So this Luke was something of a kindred spirit. ]

...a whole year, huh? You managed on your own for that long?

<33333333!

[flamefusion]

[ S-Sorry about that! He's just... You know. He blinked at the hand on his forehead, fully expecting to be shoved off. He backed off a bit on his own, giving him a sheepish smile. ]

... Yeah. I... kind of had to. [ He stretched out his wings a bit. ] It's a long story...

alskdfjaslk

[engel]

[ He should really be used to it by now. Maybe. Physical contact was never a priority in his life and it was worse with strangers. ...even if said strangers aren't exactly strangers in the basic sense of the term. Damn this crazy place. ]

Of course. Plenty of things can be accomplished when there is no alternative. [ Asch indicates the replica's wings with a finger, frowning. ] Start with those and we can go from there.

...? <3

[flamefusion]

[ He really should. Though Luke was just really relieved... He probably wouldn't be doing that again. ]

[ ... Sigh. Did he really have to get into it...? ] All right, if you really want to know so badly...

After we freed Lorelei, I... don't really know what happened to me. I just know I ended up in this place called Filgaia. I think it's another planet... It's mostly desert, like Radessia. Even the oceans are made of sand. And when I was exploring, I found this sanctuary where the Guardians of the planet were enshrined. I ended up having to fight one of them, Moor Gault, the Guardian of fire. And, well... It's inside me. These stupid wings are Moor Gault's wings. I've been on the run from bounty hunters ever since.

[ Or that was the short version of it. He held out his shotgun, stroking the barrel fondly. ] I had to pick up Rudia here to protect myself... It's hard to fight guns with a sword. [ Though he did still have the Key of Lorelei strapped to his back. ] That's... basically what happened.