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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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...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.

Okay, you're free to fuck off now.

My, you're so rude. Maybe a lesson is in order. *takes a step towards him.*

Rude? I'm not the one looking to have a taste of anything. [ Does not like that step! ]

It doesn't hurt. Much. And I'm curious to see how you compare to the other Asches.

What the hell? I'm not some Cracker Jack for you to sample and compare! Fuck off with that.

See! There you go again being rude. *hikes up her dress, taking several quick steps closer.*

Look, Lady. [ Not more steps! He wants to step back, but... ] Just shut up and go away!

*marches right up to him, bringing her lips, and teeth, dangerously close.* And what if I don't want to?

[ Stays put, but turns his face away. ]

Don't annoy me.

I should be the one saying that. You're unarmed and probably have never even been in a real fight.

[ This is truth. ]

Really, just go.

That's a bit better. *wraps her arms around his neck and leans, trying to look him in the face.* Hmm. I wonder how old you are anyway.

[ None of that touching! Tugs her arms away. ]

That's none of your concern.

*frowns, stepping back.* Perhaps not, but I am curious as to just how young you are.

[ Appreciates the space. ]

I'm younger than I look, so hopefully that will dissuade you from touching me again.