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[uppercuts.livejournal.com]

[ Asch was bamboozled for this place was not his desired destination. But confusion did not beget concern just yet. He was new to the city, so perhaps he just missed a turn... or two... or three.

Though after backtracking he discovered that more than just a turn had to be missed, because this place was all kinds of wrong. ]

...What the hell is this?

[ooc; Ahaha, hi. This is Asch. He's a drummer from the modern game known as beatnation.]

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[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Insanity, of course.

((A DRUMMER FINALLY))

[uppercuts.livejournal.com]

[ He's looking around, clearly confused and concerned now. ]

What?

[ Then he finally looked to the person, and stared as the resemblance greedily devoured some brain cells. ]

...

[occ; I KNOW, RIGHT?]

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Blah blah Ana fon Fabre stage name Asch the Bloody blah blah multiples of people blah this place is fucking strange.

[uppercuts.livejournal.com]

...Asch the-- me. That's me. How the hell would you know, and what exactly are you talking about?

[ doing some serious staring ]

Nevermind.

Just... direct me to that instrument store.

[bloodymelodic.livejournal.com]

Actually... I don't know where it is here. Last place of insanity, sure, Asch and I found it, but here...

[fononfailure]

*brain breakage arrives. in a long white dress with gold detailing, no less.*

You must be new.

[uppercuts.livejournal.com]

[ staring like whatwhat. ]

Yeah, but I thought I could navigate a city a little better than this. Where's the damn store?

[fononfailure]

There's no stores here and you probably aren't where you think you are.

[uppercuts.livejournal.com]

[ moment of silence ]

You're not making any sense.

[fononfailure]

Neither does this place, so at least I fit right in.

[iamfuckingsweet.livejournal.com]

A place! [ obviously female luke to mess with his mind ]

[uppercuts.livejournal.com]

Obviously, but what place? Some portal back alley?! I just need to get to the damn store! Tell me where it is!

[ The only thing boggling him is the location. He knows no Lukes of peens nor vagoos. ]

[iamfuckingsweet.livejournal.com]

...There is no store here.

[uppercuts.livejournal.com]

...What?

[iamfuckingsweet.livejournal.com]

Yeah. It's just...a place. It doesn't even got a name!

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

[Luke is just going to stare at you.]

[Omg. Hi o.o]

[uppercuts.livejournal.com]

[ And Asch is just going to stare right back. ] Another you?

[ooc; djkfjd hi. o.o ]

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

...I can't get used to the copies either.

[I wanted to talk to you about these two XD Are they related in any way? or just strangers?]

[uppercuts.livejournal.com]

I take it that you're new to this shit too?

[ooc; I was wondering about that, actually. I wouldn't mind if they were related in some way unless you'd prefer for them to be strangers. I was already taking the strangers route (just to be safe), buttt... ]

[murderlicense.livejournal.com]

Yeah...I was going to Beatnation, and ended up here. What crappy timing to end up sucked into another dimension.

[I was taking the strangers route too in here >> Lol. I guess we should stick to that?]

[akaishodou.livejournal.com]

[uppercuts.livejournal.com]

Goddamn this.

[ooc; You champ. ;D ]

[akaishodou.livejournal.com]

[STARRREESSS.]

[uppercuts.livejournal.com]

Go away.

[ CREEPED. OUT. ]

[akaishodou.livejournal.com]

[Its like looking in the mirror.]