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[scionofhispower]

[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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[scionofhispower]

[Shouldn't she have stopped growing years ago~?] I bet it upsets Aidan.

[fononfailure]

[ Shh! Maybe there's a few inches tucked away somewhere. Though that earns a guilty look. ] It does not... [ Most of the time. Like when the wind isn't blowing. ]

[scionofhispower]

Take it down. [They can put chimes up when Aidan is older. Except they won't have the damn demon face. >\]

1/3

[fononfailure]

[ But Aaaaaasch. It's her logo! D: ] You're a spoilsport sometimes, you know that? [ She goes to take it down anyway, standing on tip toe... ]

[fononfailure]

[ But her fingertips only tap the middle of the chimes as she bats at it. ]

[fononfailure]

[ Even stretching to the point that her shirt rides up, she still can't reach. ]

[scionofhispower]

[...Asch is going to just stand there, arms crossed across his chest and a very, very amused smirk firmly in place on his lips.]


[ooc; Oh god, you have no idea how much my inner Asch wanted to bust in on fonon and dreplica's shouting match.]

[fononfailure]

[ Nope, still no good. If Asch has ever seen a cat playing with a toy, then he should have a silly mental image. ]

Hnnnn... Stupid.. stupid.. thing! [ Jumping almost lets her slip the string of the hook it's hanging by, but not quite. ]

[ ooc: You should've let him out! It'd have been hilarious! Maybe they'll go back to yelling. :'D ]

[scionofhispower]

[That's exactly the image he's getting, actually, and it's amusing the shit out of him.]

Having trouble? [That taunting tone in his voice, that amused smirk... he's having a blast here.]


[ooc; I just woke up, so it was a reaction that came up while I was reading through the thread just now.]

[fononfailure]

[ Somehow she's not surprised that he's being a jerk, though that doesn't mean it's any less annoying. After another jump she teeters for a moment, almost falling over backwards. ]

No. [ Fine, don't lend a hand. She doesn't want his help anyways. ]

[ ooc: Ah~ Have fun facepalming, Asch. XD ]

[scionofhispower]

Sure doesn't look that way. [Oh, he'll lend a hand of some sort. Which is to say, he comes closer and puts his hands on her hips.]

[fononfailure]

[ She's not even going to comment on that, since there's not much to say. ] Hmph! [ Oh gee, thanks. Now she can't even try jumping at it. ]

[scionofhispower]

[And now he's going to pull her back against himself, wrapping his arms around her hips.] You could just ask.

[fononfailure]

[ So much for getting it down on her own. She leans back, turning enough to pout glare up at him. ] You could offer.

[scionofhispower]

I did. [In his own Asch way, of course. Which involves mocking her, naturally.]

[fononfailure]

Did not! I don't need your help anyway! [ For being a jerkface, she tries to wriggle out of his grasp. ]

[scionofhispower]

Well, suit yourself. Have fun, then; I'll be inside. [And he lets her go, turning to head into the house.]

[fononfailure]

Fine! [ Before he gets too far, she brings both hands up to her mouth and-- ]

MIEU! GET OUT HERE!!

[ Ever wonder how it got up there in the first place? ]

(1/2)

[scionofhispower]

[That was definitely right in his ear, damnit.]

[scionofhispower]

[Which means that he turns around and grabs her collar, eyes narrow.] Are you trying to make me deaf, replica?

[fononfailure]

[ There's a slight wince when she's grabbed, but she just tries to shove his hands off. ] Don't you think I'd have done it sooner if I was?

[ And look out, Asch. Cheagle at seven-o-clock. ]

[scionofhispower]

[Unfortunately, Asch doesn't realize Mieu is already there, so the cheagle ends up hitting him.]

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[fononfailure]

Mieu! [ YOU BIG MEANIE. D: Whether he's still holding on or not, she's going to check on the poor Thing. ]

[scionofhispower]

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[He let her go as soon as Mieu smacked into him, don't worry. And now he's just like "What the fuck?" before turning away.] Tch. I'm going in.

[fononfailure]

[ Up goes the cheagle into her arms, where she can pet his head. ] ...fine.

[ After that little display, she'd rather not be near when he gets a look at the place. With Mieu here, she thought it would be a good idea to grow a bunch of pots of grasses for him. ]