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

You must be new.

[ staring like whatwhat. ]

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

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

[ moment of silence ]

You're not making any sense.

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

...So, this is a nonsensical place without any stores or -- most importantly -- sticks?

You're hilarious. The locals must be a riot.

[ He's clearly not computing. So, he turns away, looks about, and fails to find the music store he was hoping to visit. ] Fuck.

What kind of sticks?

Oh, we're just terribly amusing. Though you're probably going to become a local now that you're here.

Drumsticks.

[ Looking around in hopes of spotting some kind of piece of Beatnation. ]

I have no intentions on staying in a place that I don't understand. Where's the damn exit? I'm done playing here.

Oh. There's a lot of Asches that are musicians suddenly..

That's just it, there isn't one. You're stuck just like the rest of us.

"Asches?"

[ Brain explosion. ]

Yeah. You'll meet a bunch of people who look like you and me, but they're from other worlds or such. Most of us Lukes have our own Asch.

...Wow. [ Is that brain debris dripping from his ears? ]

...

Wait. Lukes have their own Asches? So there's some Luke that goes to this Asch kit? This shit is crazy!

... *laughs at his phrasing of it.* You can say that, though it may be more accurate to say Asches have a Luke that is theirs. Most of us are replicas of our Asch.

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Replicas? L-like duplicates of the duplicates?

[ Okay, he has had enough. He's spent. Speeent. ]

You know what, just don't answer that. I don't think anything is capable of making sense here.

... *has to bite back her explanation, breaking the new peoples' minds is a fun hobby.*

It sort of makes sense, in a weird, twisted sort of way.

...Not really. [ Now equipped with liquid brains! ]

You get used to it. Though I still have trouble not attaching myself to any new Asch. *lol! brain in a barrel!*

Yeah?

I appreciate the info and everything, but I'm not sure if I want to befriend someone from Bizarro Land. I don't trust things that I don't understand.

...

Then you're going to be pretty lonely here. And the way you said that was really quite rude, Asch. *grins and.. are those fangs? yes, they are!*

[ Shrugs ]

I don't plan to be here long any--

[ Staring ] ...

Yes~?

Mystical creatures, too?

Fantastic. [ A drop of sarcasm. ]

Hey, if you're anything like Metalhead, you're a damn pansy in the physical department, so I'd watch it if I were you.

[ Chuckles ]

Sure.

Or I could see how you taste.