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[i wanted to do something ~srs bizniz~ but then i went 'fuck it']

[And now for something completely ridiculous: a Van falls out of the sky and lands on you.]

[How ~~fucked~~ squished are you?]

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[ This is so my kind of post. ]

[ It's hard to tell who's the fucked one in this instance- Asch might have been crushed by a killer commandant from ~~heaven~~ hell, but Van's fall from grace took out an irritable original by way of landing on his delicate wings. So while the noise Asch makes upon hitting the ground resembles an injured chicken, he's scrambling to grab the culprit by the throat the moment he's able. ]

GrrraaaAAAAAAAGH!

[Why does everything always go wrong when he sneaks out for a little fresh air? That and to think a little, and wonder about something that's been sort of bothering him.

Only his wondering is promptly interrupted by a falling commandant. Don't mind Luke, he's just going to be lying there groaning. Never mind that he hasn't been in any kind of fight for nearly a month, let alone taken any serious hits, accidental or intentional.]

Ergh...

[ not Meryl because REFLEXES DAMN IT.

...okay maybe a little squished. ]

Agh-!

[This is possibly the worst person Van could've landed on and crushed. Oops.

Van sits up with a groan, then ~~flops~~ moves off Asch.]

...My apologies, Asch.

[And thus a princess is squashed.

Van rolls off her, briefly wondering if this incident would be grounds for an execution.]

...Are you all right?

[ Meryl will roll to the side and spring to her feet, slightly tense, before she realizes who it is.

Well that's. embarrassing. ] Yes, I'm fine. [ a moment please, to pick up her dignity. ] And... yourself, Commandant?

[Ah. The replica did have a use after all.]

Thank you, Luke. You've broken my fall quite nicely.

[Van clears his throat and stands, dusting himself off.] I am quite well.

I appreciate your...help, just now. [Breaking one's fall was a kind act, wasn't it?]

[That voice. Even winded, lying on the ground, Luke recognizes that voice. He'd know it anywhere. And that, more than anything is what causes him to panic. He can't stay here. Master Van can't see him like this, not with how weak he is, as much as this whole situation makes him hate how useless he is right now. That's why he was always supposed to stay inside, back in Belkend. He hadn't thought it would've been a problem here, but obviously he was wrong. Dammit...!

He struggles weakly.]

Get... off... me...!

Very well. [Van rolls off him and stands up, brushing himself off. He looks down at Luke and raises a brow.]

Were you headed somewhere?

[Luke takes a few gasping breaths, pulling air back into his aching lungs, before he scrambles into sitting position, scooting himself backwards. Ugh, he looks utterly pathetic. Ribs still aching, he glares up at Van with a strange mix of fear and frustration, as well as the usual wistfulness and shadowy remnants of the old admiration.]

N-no.

[At least he wasn't. He might be headed home now, though, once this is over.]

What are you doing here?

[ Now we all know where Asch learned his poise from. The time it takes for Asch to recover wounds his pride as a soldier and in planning to vent his rage on the culprit, he just missed latching on to those strange Dist-like decorations of the commandant's uniform. ]

--Van?! What the hell was that about!

[ Van is the last person Asch had expected to see here. Replicas out the ass, yes. The rest of Luke's group on occasion, sure. But not Van. Not like this. ]

[Van takes one step back, checking Asch for obvious injuries -- and finally notices the wings. But this is a strange place after all so he chooses not to comment, for now.]

It seems I fell. [He says, flatly.]

[Van laughs.] Taking a walk, clearly.

[ Unhelpful, smartass bastard of a... Asch perhaps wisely chooses to growl instead of responding with an insult, and staggers backwards to put some distance between them. There's no way Van could have missed seeing his wings and in addition to not knowing Van's nature or intentions at this time makes him nervous. ]

Find a new hobby. I hear the replica could use a target to practice on.

[ she's... had worse. ] --It was nothing.

But if I may ask, how did you... fall out of the sky?

[Heyyy, what is this place? It sure doesn't look like Deo Pass. Luke stands around, scratching his head. He doesn't see the others anywhere, but who needs them anyway?]

[Of course, this is the exact moment something very heavy drops onto him and squashes him onto the ground.]

[sduhsudf ow ow owwww]

[Wait. Wait a moment. The person currently on top of him feels verrry familiar.]

[Is that your sword or are you just happy to see me?]

M-Master Van! What are you doing here? [And can you please get off? You're getting kind of heavy. >: ]

[Van smiles, attempting to lighten the mood in whatever way he can.]

I suppose that means you are uninterested in training with me?

[Van raises a hand to stroke his beard.] That is an excellent question.

One that I can't answer, I'm afraid.

[Van looks down to see just who he squashed, then he stands up with a chuckle.] I was out for a walk, you could say.

[He frowns slightly.] ...Are you all right?

I... see. [ note to self: watch out for flying people. ] This is unusual, even for this place.

[ That's enough to make Asch pause in consideration. It was only due to Van's tutelage that he's the soldier he is today, and he does still admire the man's skill. ]

That.. would depend on what your reasons for offering are.

[Van chuckles. That was almost too easy.]

Nostalgia, you could say.

[He nods.] It is certainly a first in this place.

Yes. Have you been here long, Commandant?

I've been here long enough.

[ a quick nod of acknowledgment. she's been here for an awfully long time too... ]

There doesn't seem to be much to do around here except finding a way back to Auldrant.

[ Asch first rolls one shoulder then the other, serving the dual purpose of straightening both his thoughts and wings out. In all likelihood he was getting rusty... ]

I find it hard to believe nostalgia would affect you of all people. But I accept your offer just the same.

[And how the hell does a walk involve falling on people? It's a question he'd like to know but in the end, he doesn't ask. In fact, he should probably get out of here, before Van notices. Notices how he looks paler and more tired and sick than he should. Assuming it's not too late for that already.]

Oh.

[What does he do now? He can't just... walk off! But he can't stay here either!

Well... getting to his feet is a start, so he does that, and takes a few ~~slightly unsteady~~ steps back.]

[Luke quickly scrambles up to his feet, looking slightly confused.] A walk in the sky? [Well, if anyone's capable of it, it would be Master Van.] I'm fine! But, Master, where are we? Is this Akzeriuth? It sure doesn't look like it's full of miasma...

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