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[Today, Abyss DR, you'll find one small child plopped down in the middle of a pathway. He blinks and squints in the sudden sunlight, then turns his head away to try and block it out, not realizing that raising your hand to do so would accomplish the same thing. Once he dares to open his eyes again...

He looks confused, then scared. Of course, he's not sure what that uncomfortable feeling is that seizes his chest and makes the beating in it increase its speed, but he knows that it's unpleasant, and it makes him want to get away from whatever's causing it.

Where was he, anyway? This was bright with colors and shapes he's never seen before, not the dark, muted walls of the castle. He shouldn't be here, right? He was told to wait. Well... dropped to the floor and continuously pushed down every time he tried to follow that man until he got the message, anyway. But that message still rings clear - he needed to stay there. And he's not there anymore.

So, he's going to try to scoot and drag his way to a space between two buildings. It doesn't look as bright, so it's practically the same thing, right? Still... where was he?]

[[OOC: Hi everyone! Luke is as new as I am to this place, and not only that, but he's only about... oh, an hour or two old. Have fun with that!]]

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[Hey Luke.]

[There's someone even tinier than you standing nearby, staring. wut r u doin, boy.]

[He almost made it, too! But as he looks around again to try and figure out what everything is, he happens to see the other boy.

And he promptly stops to stare. It has the same hands and arms... Like the man from before, but not as tall, not as scary.]

[Ion just returns the stare for a few minutes before taking a small step forward.]

What are you doing?

[Just as Ion takes a step forward, he leans himself back a little, away from the other boy. "Stay away". He's not sure what he is or what he just said, so he's just a little intimidated.]

[Ehhh, what's up with him?]

[He crouches down to Luke's level for a few moments before taking a seat on the ground. Then, he pats the spot beside him. Come on out of that dark corner!]

[What's that gesture supposed to mean? He stares with wide, questioning eyes for a second, then pats the ground in front of him. Okay, what was the point of that...?]

[...did he not get it?]

[Okay, trying something new! He scoots just a liiittle closer and holds out his hand.]

[Again, he leans away, and even curls up just slightly... And the other boy is holding out his hand.

That makes him stare again for a few seconds, then look down at his own hand, the thing he'd been using to grab onto objects or drag himself somewhere. What exactly was it, anyway?

Still... He reaches it out, slowly, to touch Ion's. Not hold his hand or anything - that hasn't happened to him before. But he is touching fingers with him.]

[It's been long enough time, despite the major injuries he sustained, that Asch is out and about, mostly just getting some fresh air. He wasn't fully healed yet, and still had to check into the hospital routinely (much to his chagrin), but he just couldn't stay cooped up there any longer. It was not only suffocating, but brought back bad memories.

Once he spies movement out of the corner of his eye, his hand reflexively goes to the hilt of his sword, but...wait. Red? Was it the--

...Oh, Score. Not this. He really, really doesn't need this right now. Yet he can also hear one of Luke's friends harping at him for not helping out the little dreck. Again, much to his chagrin, Asch approaches Luke's hiding spot and gazes down at him sharply. He's not really aware he can't talk, so--]

Are you lost?

[He managed to make it to the dark place. This is a little better; he's still scared and lost, but this resembles the castle he was in more closely. He holds his upper arms in his hands and curls up just slightly, preparing to wait-

When someone's suddenly staring down at him with a very scary face.

He makes a slight squeaking sound out of fear and curls up even more, ducking his head down low. If he doesn't see it, maybe it'll disappear...]

[That makes Ion smile, but he doesn't move to grab Luke's hand yet. It seems like it might startle him... Ion's only held hands a few times now since he was born, and most of the time it was to be dragged around somewhere. It never seemed very pleasant.]

I'm Fon Master Ion. What's your name?

[... Well, he's a little intrigued by the hand he's touching, because it looks so similar to his own. A different color, paler, but still the same shape.

So, he ignores that question (he doesn't even know what he's saying, anyway) to grab Ion's hand and pulls it closer to him, poking and pulling the fingers. At least he's somewhat gentle about the treatment.]

[Ion let's himself get pulled, still wondering just what was up with this kid bu-]

[H-Hey, that kinda tickles...! He doesn't pull his hand away, but he lets out a small giggle or two.]

[He glances up at the boy before he returns his attention to the hand - he has no idea what that noise is, but whatever.

After a moment, it seems he hasn't found what he's looking for, because he lets go of the hand and makes an unpleasant face. It looks like he's trying to frown, but isn't quite getting it right. Examining someone else's hand didn't really help him.]

[SORRY, STILL HERE. Asch raises a brow at Luke's odd behavior, suppressing the urge to sneer over how pathetic his replica was at this age. Tch, he should try walking hundreds of miles fighting monsters left and right to stay alive some time.

Though, after a moment's pause, Asch realizes something. If Luke was this age, the age he was when he was captured and replicated, then...ugh. Damn. Damn, damn, damn, DAMN. Bracing himself against one of the walls of the two buildings, Asch knelt down to look like less of a threat, wincing at the pangs of pain.]

...Hey. Can you talk? I won't hurt you. [Or at least try not to.] Are you hurt?

[That gruff sound was still there, even though he can't see it. Why was it still here? He can't see it, shouldn't it be gone? To see if it's really still there, he peeks up, only to cringe away once he realizes that the man is even closer.

But he's lower, too, and looking at least a little less menacing from before. Thus, he doesn't duck his head out of sight again, but stares up at him; still frightened, his expression and his shaking hands should say that much, but... kind of curious, too.]

[Aaah, why is this happening?! Asch can't deal with normal children, let alone a tiny replica that can't do anything! He suppresses the urge to groan at the situation he's gotten into, and shifts uncomfortably. This position is really very painful... Can't he just grab the kid and sling him over his shoulder or something?]

You can't stay here. Come on, I'll...take you back. [GRUDGINGLY. And only until he can dump the little nuisance onto someone else. Sighing, and half knowing the kid doesn't know what the hell he's saying, Asch holds out his hand, palm turned up.] Somewhere safe.

[He probably shouldn't go anywhere. He was told to stay, and that's what he should do. Until... he's not sure. And, quite frankly, he'd like to be able to move. So, even though he doesn't understand the invitation, he is willing to go.

He stares at the hand for a moment, then reaches out his hand, palm turned down to rest it against the other man's... and he marvels over their hands. They both look the same. Not the same size, not even the same color, but the same shape. This man has five digits, too, ones that he didn't know how to use except to bend experimentally, and not gripping his wrist painfully like the scary man did earlier.

With his other hand, he grabs Asch's fingers - lightly, in a quiet, observing way, and feels along them. They're definitely much larger than his...]

[Asch was just about ready to take Luke's hand, until a second joined the first, and began touching and poking at his palm and fingers in such a curious way. He really didn't know anything at all, did he? This tiny little thing, who couldn't talk, probably couldn't walk, and didn't even know who or what he was had taken everything from him. Or so he was told. ...By Van.

Asch remained silent, and let Luke do as he wanted, lost in thought, and just regarded him quietly. His face was voice pd emotion, but Asch's thoughts were definitely swimming with something he couldn't even pinpoint. After a while, Asch's fingers curl and take Luke's small hand into his.]

...Luke. [Uttered softly, more like a whisper, as it felt so, so horrible for Asch to be telling the replica what 'his name' was, but it wouldn't be right for Asch to call him any of the derogatory terms he coined for the Luke he knew. Not when he was like this.] ...Luke.

[Come on, look up for a second.]

[In the middle of his exploration, he was cut off by the larger hand closing over his own. For some reason, it felt... kind of nice. It wasn't like what the scary man had done, when he twisted his wrist so much that he started to cry. His eyes might even still be puffy from it, though he wouldn't know it.

Then the man says something. At first, he's busy staring at their hands, and just as he closes his own hand a little to try doing the same thing - holding his hand, the man says it again. The same thing...

He looks up at him curiously. What was he saying?]

[...There. Good. Asch kept his face blank, but couldn't help it when just the corners of his lips curled upward. It lasted perhaps a fraction of a second though, before Asch gently moved Luke's hand, with his still holding it, to Luke's chest. He increased the volume of his voice, only so it would be clear and understandable. There was no room for error right now.]

Luke. [He gave Luke's hand the tiniest of squeezes, remaining soft and gentle. This was still a kid, after all, just a baby really, and even if it was the dreck, the one Asch hated more than anything or anyone...he couldn't. Just could not bring himself to harm a child.] Your...name. It's Luke. Luke.

[Try to say it. Come on. Just once is fine.]

Edited 2011-02-24 03:49 (UTC)

[Luke. Luke. Luke. He watched him form the words, and his own mouth moved as if he was trying to repeat it, though no sound came out. He's never tried talking before this, but the man looked like he was encouraging him.

And then he had placed his hand against his chest, squeezed his hand, was... gentle. Not like earlier, not like his first encounter with someone who had the same shape as him. What was he doing? What...

Wait, was he... telling him what- who he was? Something to call himself... His eyes widened just slightly, and he looked up at the man before he stared down at their hands. How had he done it...]

Uh... [Just that sound, the fact that he willingly did it, makes him pause for a few seconds and lift his free hand to brush his fingers over his throat - had he really done that? Was that the same noise this person was using? It was higher, but... He tried again, a little louder this time.] Ah... Ll-llloo... Lll-lu...

[How had he done it...]

Eh-heeh-keh... [There, that hard sound!] Ll-Lu... k-ke-ah? Lu-ka...

[Watching and listening with quiet interest and perhaps a slight sense of awe, Asch blinked when the tiny replica began sounding out the letters and syllables of his name. It was strange, to bear witness to such a thing - hearing a child say its first word. And this wasn't just a simple infant, but a replica. His replica. Asch didn't know whether to feel proud or...or something else.

Asch nodded when he got it right, giving the boy's hand another little squeeze. He repeated the name one more time, to enunciate and make sure Luke grasped the connection, then brought Luke's hand closer to his chest, and spoke again, very slowly but clearly.]

...Asch. Asch. My name...is Asch.

[Did... he get it right? By the squeeze of his hand, he... Luke can confirm that yes, it was right. And that's what he's known as: "Luke". It might take a few more tries for him to remember the name, but it already holds some weight for him, as it's his first word.

And then the man says something else: "Asch", and he's indicating to him. So... Luke is Luke, and this man is Asch. That's the second time he said "name", too... Is that what it means to be known as something?

Still, this new word seems a lot tougher, if only for the "sh" sound. Luke stares intently as Asch's mouth as he sounds out the word, and he frowns a little and grips Asch's hand, possibly for some form of comfort and support, as he tries it for himself.]

Ah... ah. [This is hard. "Luke" was easy enough, though the L and the K were kind of hard, but this? But he wants to get this right - this man is nice. If doing this means that he'll squeeze his hand again, then Luke will try hard to get it right.]

A-th... [No, that's not right. How did he do it?] A-ch... A-shh-sch?

[It was so strange, listening and watching this happen. Back then, when he was younger, and saw his replica being babied by his family and the maids, crying over a mere trip up, he thought it was disgusting; pathetic. Now, though, with the knowledge that Luke really couldn't function like a normal human...it was strangely inspiring to see him able to sound out words and do so well, even on his first few tries. Maybe he wasn't such a "stupid dreck" after all.

Sensing Luke's struggling, Asch gave Luke's hands another little squeeze, to encourage him, and he said his name again, sounding out each sound, like Luke was. He probably looked like an idiot, but right now he didn't mind. Luke had to know just who he was going with, after all. He nodded when Luke got it right, and repeated his name a final time.]

Asch.

[Hm, he had to bring Luke back, too. As warm as it was getting, it was still cold outside, and there was still snow. Plus, the little kid was horribly dressed... He should take him back and take proper care of him. ...He couldn't walk though, could he? Holding out his hands in a "come here" gesture, Asch took a careful few steps back. He'd have to carry him, yes, but he just wanted to judge how well Luke could do.]

Come here. ...Walk. Can you walk, rep--...Luke?

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