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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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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.

...

[ He's silent for a few moments; he never even really explained the process to Luke before, despite any prodding on his replica's part - perhaps that was a self-preservation instinct kicking in or maybe it was just a disinclination to worrying her. He'd never thought Dist would be the person he wound up explaining this to, though. ] As I said, there was no body to work with where Luke was concerned; it disappeared entirely while freeing Lorelei into the Fon Belt. Working with Lorelei while focusing Seventh Fonons through my body, we were able to change that fact but... well, I guess you could say it took part of me with it. [ Asch really isn't very good with the more technical aspect of the whole thing, though. ]

[Yeah, sorry. Dist will address the who body-life thing later. Right now he's focused on two very important words Asch said previously. In fact, it may very well be that anything after that flew right over the poor man's head.]

She?!

Hm? [ Oh, right. He's so used to his replica being female by now that he has this tendency to overlook the fact that others aren't used to it, nor would they expect it. Either that or he's just really amused by the reactions. ] Ah. Yes, she. Lorelei's idea of a joke. Well, or it decided I should be able to take my replica as my wife.

[bhfjhgr okay. Okay. Dist really wishes he had a god damn notebook for this level of crazy information he was getting. He has to close his eyes, remove his glasses, and rub between his eyes because, seriously? This is just ridiculous. You better not be pulling his leg, Asch, or you'll have a very irate ex God-General on your hands.]

...I see. I was unaware you and your replica shared such a strong, ah...bond. Excuse me if I don't congratulate you on your marriage. [Because WHAT THE HELL.] And this is quite a bit of information to take in. I'm afraid it's also rather difficult to believe.

[Meaning? He doesn't exactly trust your word, red.]

[ Asch swears he's not lying; he even has a son to prove it.

He shrugs at Dist's comment. ] We didn't have that kind of relationship at the time. Things changed.

Hn. I doubt I'd believe it if it hadn't happened to me.

[Oh, Score, best keep that tidbit - and the kidlet - to yourself there, Asch. Heaven knows what Dist would say and do if he knew that much.

Still, this news is shocking. He truly believed Asch would rather gut himself than be withing a ten mile radius of his replica, let alone have that kind of relationship with him. He holds up his hand, noting for Asch to stop before it goes too far.]

I don't need nor want to hear the details, thank you. But if nothing else seems to be wrong, all I'll need from you both is a blood sample. I'll have to find a suitable laboratory to test them, but that I should manage to do.

[ Now now, Dist would probably find himself on the business end of Asch's sword if he ever attempted to touch his son. ]

...

I have my doubts Luke would let you near her. Besides, there is something I would rather she not discover. [ In other words, Asch's recklessness with his own life is astounding, and Luke doesn't actually have any clue as to one of the other stunts he's pulled. ]

[One brow shot up again, and a slow smirk began to curl upward on the scientist's lips. Keeping secrets, Asch~? Oho, some things really never did change... It was probably good to see, actually, knowing that even in different variations of Auldrant, certain aspects of personality were still the same.]

Ahaha, is that so? I suppose I can understand that much, then. Though I'll still need a sample if you want me to be able to do anything in regard to your replica, Asch. ...Hair, if you'd rather not prick her finger or something similar. But for the moment, I can't do anything now. Perhaps, if I'm not returned to Luceti, we can meet again at another time? I should have the necessary resources to examine you by then.

[ Of course he's keeping secrets. He's Asch. Besides, Luke would never have agreed to let him help her - either time he had to, when he brought her back to life and when he cured her (and their son) of vampirism while they were in this place - if she knew he was using some of his life to do it. And since not taking action hadn't exactly been an option for him... ]

I'll let Luke decide on her own if she'd like to have herself checked out; I'd imagine she might go to that other four-eyed bastard for it if she does. [ ...Asch is still bitter about the whole Doctor Mambo thing with Jade, even six years later; this may, in fact, be exactly why he's agreeing to let Dist check him out. It's difficult to trust someone who thought it was a grand joke to pretend an antidote for some unknown chemical contamination had killed the test subject. ]

If you don't mind, I'd prefer you try to find somewhere you can run your tests sooner rather than later. I've probably put having an examination off far too long as it is.

[ ooc; \o/ HTML tag fail! :D I knew I'd end up with one of those for someone other than Sol eventually. ]

[Oh, Asch, you horrible little derp. Though, perhaps, if Dist knew the full story, he may have understood. Asch had recently surprised him even in Luceti by actually taking care to hide his own health issues from his own replica and friends. What Asch was doing now barely came as any shock to the ex God-General. Though being limited to such a short range of time... How badly off was he? Dist was beginning to grow a bit anxious.]

...I'm afraid I have no means of contacting you when I do find something, but I'll make certain to look for a suitable laboratory or, at the very least, a hospital to get a few test samples. It's been some time since I've worked in such a setting, but I am still a doctor. Seek me out here in a few hours. If I don't show, try again within that same hour. I'll meet you here, is that all right?

[This place should definitely have a clinic. He just needed to play his cards right to get use of some of its facilities. ...That hopefully shouldn't be too hard to get. He did have his prior status as a God-General to throw around, and he was a fonic researcher.]

[ Really, Asch is probably ~~hopefully~~ needlessly over-concerned, but it is stupid to avoid exams entirely. After all, that was something you'd expect out of his replica more than out of him. ]

Hm. Alright. [ ...And here's something he never thought he'd say to Dist. ] I appreciate it.

[...Ugh. Having Asch give him thanks for anything was extremely unsettling no matter when or where they came from, and Dist could almost feel his skin crawl when Asch said those words. He made a slightly disgusted and uncomfortable face as he pushed his chair back to stand and possibly depart.]

Hmph! Don't thank me just yet, Asch, I'm not doing this for you. You forget you and you precious little replica are valuable subject pertaining to my research. Whatever happens to either of you is none of my concern in the slightest!

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