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[Clearly, redheads have never been in short supply here.

As a result of this fact, seeing Asch sitting at a table with that smug "I'm better than you" look of his shouldn't really take too many people by surprise. Oh, sure, the lack of any discernible agitation is probably a little disconcerting as is the presence of a deck of playing cards set upon the table within easy reach of his right hand. Of course, this Asch is a little different from most, missing anger notwithstanding; it isn't too hard to tell he is a fair bit older, somewhere within his early-to-mid twenties.

Regardless, he is Asch. And he? He is challenging you to a game of poker.

Ready to try your luck?]

[ooc; Unlike

swallowfury, Asch here is definitely not reset, so he retains any CR he had from the last time I was around a couple years back. Of course, he's not going to come out and just let you know who he is; he feels like being a bit of a jerk, so even if you do know him, he's going to leave you guessing. Especially. If you're a certain replica. Why? Because he can. ~~And, no, he's not going to deal cards to kids. But he might go into papa mode on them.~~]

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[Well then, Asch, you're probably not going to expect this dashing gent as your opponent now are you? No, I didn't think so.

Dist stares around for a moment, trying to gather if he's been sent home from that blasted place he was trapped in, but...no. He still has his wings. Yes, wings. Two small, feathery wings - black with the hot pink swirls of his second coat - are tucked neatly behind his back. Once he recognizes his surroundings, he grunts irritably and--...hello there, poker table.

And redhead.]

...Posing a challenge, are you? I never thought you to be the gambling type, Asch. And I assumed you were also underage. [Dist looks over the table, the cards, and hums, before taking a seat. Poker was never his game, but living alongside that idiot and his swine...he picked up a few things.] What are you wagering, I wonder? Or is this purely for amusement?

[This was definitely not what he was expecting. And he had thought his previous time in this place had taught him to stop being surprised by anything but... damn if those wings don't almost make him laugh. Oh, Dist, flamboyant to the last detail.]

It's been quite some time since I've been of age, Reaper. [He pauses then, watching Dist as he seats himself.] As for a wager, well, if you insist. It's not like gald means all that much here, though. It would be symbolic at best.

It's rose, you dimwitted excuse for canon fodder!

[SEETHE. Dist chews on his bottom lip as his wings flick irritably, though he does give Asch a long glance after a moment. ...Huh. He does look older, if only a little. He looked like he just came of age a few years ago. Meaning he survived the Big Bang.

...Interesting.]

I'm afraid I have no gald to wager regardless. You see, the place where I was prior is much like this one - where items come free of charge. However, money never meant much to me, you see. ...Information, on the other hand, I find rather valuable. [He pushes up his glasses, and...cue glint.] If I win this little game, I'd like the opportunity to have a look at you, Asch. You've clearly survived beyond my expectations.

[He seems to consider this for a few moments before leaning one elbow onto the table and resting his chin on his fist.] Alright. But nothing too in-depth.

[In truth, it probably wasn't a horrible idea to let someone take a look; he never did bother to get himself checked out after everything. And really, ego and over-the-top personality aside, Asch does have to admit Dist does know what he's doing. Even if he'll never admit it out loud.]

[Wow, that was...pretty easy. I guess with age comes one hell of a personality shift. Maybe he an up the stakes a little bit...after a few rounds or so. And without something to give up for himself - for now - this gave was a no-lose situation, despite Poker not being his best card game. Blackjack, where mathematics came into play, was something Dist was far better at.]

...Understood. Deal the cards, if you would be so kind.

[Dist is just lucky that Asch isn't trying to find some way to stab him with the cards, honestly. He shuffles the deck and deals five cards to each of them.] I assume you know this already, but dealer draws last, so...

[OOC: Just letting you know my knowledge and skills with Poker are...nonexistent, so YEAAAAH 8D;;]

Mhm... [Dist looks over his hand, keeping his face marvelously straight. ...It wasn't a good hand, but hopefully he'd get something better once he drew. Which he will do now and--

God. Damnit. Why did he agree to playing this stupid game again?]

[ooc; I use a chart to remember the hands. Although, when I think about it, if Dist picked things up from Peony, I wouldn't be surprised if Peony purposely played wrong so Dist would be misinformed. He's a troll that way.]

[Because he wanted information and everyone knows Asch doesn't just answer questions, even if he's mellowed out over the past few years.

At least Dist can keep a poker face; that's better than a lot of the people he's played against recently ~~and definitely better than Luke, lol~~. Asch, meanwhile, glances at his own cards before lining them into a small pile again, also keeping his expression impassive; with the bottom card facing himself, he taps a corner of the five-card pile on the table.]

[OOC: I found some rules online. |Db That chart also helped a lot, though...your suggestion makes so much more sense, fffff--he so would, too.]

[Dist removes a few of his cards - keeping the only pair he had and a card of the matching suit - and drew two new cards. Hm, a little bit better, but not good enough. He pushes up his glasses again, though much more casually than before, and leans back lazily.

Your move, Asch.]

[ooc; ♥ Glad to help.]

[Asch taps the corner of his cards on the table once more before looking at them again; he removes three and draws three new ones.]

Have you been well, Asch? You're clearly not the one I'm familiar with, but all thing considered...nothing abnormal occurrences with your body?

[Dist looks up as he removes only one card and draws a new one. ...Damn, not one he wanted.]

[Asch raises an eyebrow.] None that I haven't caused myself. [Which is very much not a lie; somehow, despite everything, he's still a bit reckless with his own life.

And Asch will stay on his hand.] Player shows first.

Rash and reeckless as ever, I see...

[Dist sighed. Honestly, some things never changed. Asch was always a stubborn idiot, rushing into things with sword drawn and trumpets blaring. ...What an idiot. Though at his request, Dist put down his hand. One pair, that was it.]

I'm afraid Poker isn't exactly a game I'm well versed in.

Not quite the same as I was back then. [Asch shows his cards, as well; sadly for Dist, he has two pair.]

I assumed as much. For whatever you may be, you never struck me as a gambler.

Is that so? What a surprise...though I suppose with age comes wisdom, though I had expected it to skip your generation.

[Dist frowns when he sees that he's lost, and sighs, leaning back in his chair again.] You're correct. Such things never interested me, though a good game of Black Jack is something I've found my talent toward. Not for gambling, but for the skill involved, if one is smart enough to understand the mathematics involved.

Depends on what you manage to live through.

[Asch can't help but smirk at Dist's disappointment; he may have matured and mellowed out, but he's still a jerk who finds amusement in these things.] Hm. I guess that makes sense.

[He rests his arms on the table, leaning forward slightly.] Regardless, I may just take you up on that offer from earlier after all. It'd benefit us both, though for different reasons.

[Don't even go there, red. Dist's lived through some pretty crazy shit, one of which still bothers him to this day. ~~The Keterburg hotel event does not count. He forcibly removed that from his memory. 8|b~~ Either way, Dist gives Asch a long glance - almost disbelieving how...agreeable he was being, then raised a brow suddenly as his wings gave a slight twitch.]

We? Then you and your replica are both present here? Well then, that makes things much easier for me, doesn't it? Though I honestly am surprised neither one of you has died, yet. It's quite a shock.

[Blunt and cruel as ever...]

[The bluntness surprisingly doesn't faze him. But perhaps that's because...] We have died, actually.

[Well, hey now. That startles this old fonic researcher a little bit. If he wasn't used to death and resurrection within Luceti, he'd have probably laughed very loudly and bitterly.] What? How? Explain this instant. Who was the first to die? Was it the Big Bang?

[Poor Dist is going to be so disappointed.] Three swords and Van's damn replica knights. And as for Luke...

...fonon separation due to eliminating the miasma.

...I see. [How peculiar. Was Asch still experiencing dissonance, though? He did come to him back on Auldrant for answers, after all. But if a sword killed him, then how was he alive now? And his replica, too. Very strange.] Then it wasn't the Big Bang that killed you.

Yet I have to wonder how it is that you're both still alive. I have a few theories, but none seem plausible enough, given that you are both two separate entities, correct?

We are. [ Asch rests his elbows on the table and leans forward, chin resting on his knuckles. He wasn't really pleased with the thought of revealing this - even now, he still wasn't happy with Luke's decision back then or with how long everything after had taken - but... ] Before disappearing Luke made a wish for Lorelei to return me to life. From there, it was a matter of finding a way to correct the idiot's mistakes. Eventually, with Lorelei's help, I brought Luke back. [ Asch mutters something under his breath, though, that may or may not have something to do with Lorelei having a really shitty sense of humor. ] The process used part of my life.

[Uugh, what Dist wouldn't give for a notebook and a good pen right now! Everything he was finding out was invaluable information toward his research...rrgh. Even if he couldn't recall it here, he did not want to forget it! He could at least have it recorded here.]

Lorelei? ...I see. It does seem to make sense, given with what you say and my own knowledge of the seventh fonon. [But the sentience of the seventh fonon, to grant a wish of that nature...to bring someone back.] ...What of the boy's memories, were they in tact? Did he retain them?

[...Oh. There it was. A consequence of playing god. Dist's eyes narrow, and his voice becomes cold and serious.] What exactly are you saying, Asch? How exactly did the process do such a thing? I need to know everything before offering my assistance.

Her memories are fine and she's as much an idiot as ever.

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THIS IS ALL SOL'S FAULT 8T

Oh, so you didn't want to poke the jerky redhead? Also, slow notifs SUCK. B| WTF, LJ?

1/2 - I didn't know who to tag with. |D; AND IKR? /flips it.

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