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[He's been here for too long. No, he's been stuck here too long with no way of getting home. None that he knew of, at least. And he'd tried looking for information in too many places. Nothing helped.

Asch was exhausted. He had kept himself in top form with some sword, fonic arte, and even hyperresonance training. He didn't want to fall behind in case he sudden;y did return home somehow. There was no room for error now. He'd been leaving for Eldrant before ending up here, so Asch couldn't afford to be weak.

The sun was setting over a large field outside the village where he had been training. Large scorch marks littered some parts where he used Explosion and Thunder Blade, and there were some definite holes punched into the boulders around, but Asch himself was watching the sun set over the horizon peacefully. The wind swept as his face gently, making his hair and bangs sway. He liked places like this - big, wide, open, quiet. A place where he could really think.

And relax.

His sword was right beside him, dug into the ground, but Asch's eyes were on the rolling clouds painted in beautiful colors across the sky. Most of them were reds, yellow, and oranges, but some purple and blue tinted the darker parts. It was...really nice. He hadn't ever had time to really just sit and relax like this before.

People are welcome to come across the stoic redhead on their way out of or back towards the village. Hell, he might not even glare at you that much. ~~Unless you're Luke.~~]

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[ Truth hurts, doesn't it, forehead dreck. 8|

I'll have you know I was using my eyes! They just happened to be pointedly fixated on the pretty colors in the sky when a certain patch of missing dirt decided to make his life miserable. And the maker chimed in with his charming attitude. The question earns Asch an irritated glare as Luke gets all up in a huff. ]

That's a stupid question! Of course I do--

[ Except that as his hand maneuvered to grasp the hilt of his blade, Luke found that there was no weapon to grasp: both sword and scabbard were missing. ]

WHAT?! Where'd it go?! I just had it...!

[Say that again and he'll put a sword through your forehead, dreck. B|

Head in the clouds syndrome strikes again, or maybe it was the genes. You do have a tendency to fall into holes, Luke. And you know you love your surly original and his oh-so pleasant demeanor. Speaking of which, Asch's brow shoots up when Luke starts flailing, looking for his sword. No...just no. His replica isn't that dense! There was absolutely no possible way he could have even thought--]

You lost your sword? How the hell did you manage that, you reject?! [Tch, going to check the hole now, even if it was getting dark. There was still enough light to at least make out the shape, if it was there.] Did you have it with you before you came here?

[ But he didn't actually say it, you know! BP

Or a combination thereof. That's the more likely answer when it comes to either Fabre son. A-and it's not his fault that he's used to taking the low route! It's just how he is! When both hands together fail to produce his precious sword anywhere on his person, Luke starts scanning the surrounding area in hopes of spotting the weapon lying on the ground. It had to be here...! He might not practice a whole lot, but he never went anywhere without it; that would just be suicidal, even for him! ]

I.. I don't know! It should've been right here! [ Already Luke starts to hunch up from the insult, his voice growing panicked. He must have had it when he left. Right...? ] I think so...

[ Oh, look. There it is, down there in the hole, right where it came off when Luke first fell in. ]

[But when does Asch ever need a good reason to main Luke? B)

...This is so true it's kind of pathetic. Poor boys, so troubled. Asch is peering into the hole, squinting his eyes. He ignored Luke's wailing to do just that, before hopping right down into the hole, marching to where he thought he saw the sword and sifting through rock and gravel. His fingers brushed against something and he swore quietly.]

I got it.

[Asch sheathes the blade awkwardly with one hand, since the one he used before got cut on the sharped edge of the blade when it brushed it. Once that was done, Asch held up the sword for Luke in his good hand.]

Here.

[ ...point. Sob. orz

Therapy lesson-time with Lorelei, oh yes. Luke continued to flail and search the piles of rubble around him, having enough sense to follow the footprints back several yards before Asch's voice reached his ears and he came running back to the edge. ]

You found it?!

[ Luke scrambles to his knees and reaches out to take the weapon from Asch, his face lighting up like the derp that he is. Just look how happy you made him, Asch. ]

Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, Asch!!

[Pfft, that'd end in the biggest snuggle fest Auldrant has ever seen and I would LOVE IT.]

Whatever, just make sure you don't lose your head next time, replica.

[Once Luke had the sword, Asch made an attempt to get up on his own, one-handed. Needless to say, it didn't end well. He fell backwards with a loud curse and rubbed his back to ease some of the pain. Okay, surely the pain in his cut hand can't be that bad... Trying again with both.

...Yeah, no. Asch fell backwards again, with a louder curse. The fact that he could barely see in the growing darkness didn't really help any as well. Stupid dreck. This was all his fault. B\]

Damnit!

I won't, promise! Don't know how it slipped out. Maybe I need to see if the leather's worn down...

[ At that point Asch's cursing registered, and Luke set his sword aside to peer into the hole. Only a patch of red that was hair made it possible for him to pick Asch out of the darkness. Why'd he have to wear that stupid thing anyways? Concern was etched on Luke's face as he shuffled around for a better view, knocking bits of loose rubble down. ]

Asch? You okay? Put your hand up and I'll grab it.

[Asch replied with a quiet grunt, already hard at work tugging off his glove to use as a makeshift bandage. Since he couldn't exactly tie it one-handed, one of his belts was also quickly removed to hold the cloth wrap secure on his hand. It was sloppy work, but it served its purpose. Ah, the things you learn in the military...

Plus his stubborn pride would never allow him to take help from the replica. Oh, Asch. :\]

I'm fine! I just cut it on your sword, I don't need your help. [H-He still might, but he'll try regardless, grabbing the edge unstably.]

[ Once Luke was able to make out just what it was that Asch's was doing, he quickly swung his legs into the hole and dropped back down beside his original, reaching out to stop him. ]

Wait-- hold up! You don't wanna get crap in it! ...here. [ Seeing no other alternative, Luke stooped down, offering to boost Asch up with his hands. Seriously. Just think of it as stepping on him. That'll work, right? ]

Put your foot here and I'll give you a lift so you won't need to use that hand.

[...If you didn't say that, he probably wouldn't have done it. Asch still makes a defiant noise, pulling his hand away. Jeez, it was just a cut! It's not like he hadn't ever been cut by a sword or anything before!]

Fine! If it'll shut you up!! Don't you dare do anything stupid, replica, or you're dead. [He braces himself onto Luke's offered hand, kind of waiting for him to lift as he did the same. Asch is also reaching for the ledge again, with his good hand.]

[ That's why he said it! Luke sighs, letting his head fall forward. Why'd Asch always have to be a pain about everything?! He was just trying to help and make up for the fact he found his sword for him! ]

What am going to do other than drop your armored butt? Geez... [ With Asch's foot in place, he hefts his original up to about waist height before the edges on his boots start to dig into his skin. Hurts like a bitch, but there's no way he's going to complain or actually drop Asch. ]

A..almost got it...?

[Because Asch is stubborn as a bull and won't take help from most people, especially his replica. Plus, he's not too pleased that he's being worried over by you, Luke. It makes him feel awkward and uncomfortable.]

I don't know. Whatever goes on in what you call a brain isn't any of my business. [Thankfully, with Luke's help, Asch manages to grab the edge of the ledge with relative and and swing his legs up. He pulls himself up and looks back into the hole for his replica.]

I'm up. Give me your hand. [He'll pull you up, just don't say anything about it.]

[ Give Asch horns and a tail and he'll be set for life... If it makes you feel any better, Asch, he worries about everybody. You're just.. extra special. Like Natalia's cooking. ]

Hmph. [ So many retorts he could throw back at Asch, but Luke really isn't looking for a fight. He would be content to get off the ground and hop a nice, long shower, and maybe grab a hot chocolate. Standing on tiptoe, he reaches up as high as he can to make Asch's job easier and, between the two of them, he climbs out with relative ease. ]

Oh man am I glad to be out of there... Thanks, Asch.

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asdhvhchd THAT FACE IS SO CUTE. ;3;

ISN'T IT?? I love Japanese emoticons. :'D

I knoow, they're so precious. ;3;

They get all the cute ones. ;A;

I know, the jerks. ;~;

Curse our boring keyboards. 8<

I know, the Japanese get all the cute/cool things. >8

That's why I don't like America so much. >8 My tastes are more Asian in that regard.

>8 Places like that are usually cooler than the US anyway. 8<

Yeah. So many colorful festivals and such. ;;

I knoow. >x Also good god, I'm swimming in tags. ;;

That makes two of us. D8;;