[This Asch had barely shown his face around here since he had arrived here after so many months ago ( Read more... )

This Asch has already accepted the fact that her stay here is most likely permanent, and that her job is finished back in her home. However, despite the acceptance, she's oddly fretting about how that Replica is taking her disappearance. Knowing him, he's running around in circles at home and flipping every piece of furniture he runs into. ... Yes ( Read more... )

He hasn't been here for awhile. And you might have known him because the DR decided to dye his hair blue. But his hair isn't blue anymore. Actually, he looks like an ordinary Asch, just dressed differently. You probably don't notice anything different about him, do you? Besides the fact that LORELEI didn't transfer his damn soul in the correct host ( Read more... )

[ Oh mai, Asch is very bored at the moment, so he decided to grab his son's guitar and very much try to play music on it. Since Asch is not a musician, and has no music experience what so ever, the sound that is suppose to sound like a soothing melody, sounds like people scratching their nails against a chalk board. He doesn't realize how bad this ( Read more... )

[ Oh hay, look who it is. He's wondering around with a blank expression. He's not totally with it, so bump into him? Or pour water on him? ]

[ ooc; Bored, and at school. His hair is lighter too. ]

WHAT IS THIS?! [ Blue Haired Asch has turned... into a chibi. Please, don't step on him. Also, his voice is squeaky at the moment. ]  

Asch, My child. I have a gift for you. [What is that thing wagging its tail in Asch's arms :O?]

[ooc; For levater but anyone can bother him.]

[Well damn, look at that, Asch is curled up in a ball, holding his sketch book protectively. It seems like he's sleeping, and acting like he was never dead to begin with. Please don't try to step on or glomp him to much?]

[Lol, guess who died, and is now floating around the dressing room :O. People can see him, But he doesn't have a solid look, and if you try to touch him, it'll go right through him.]

[Slumped against a wall, having his sword rest against his shoulder. He's humming to himself, drawing pictures of who knows what.]

[ooc; The mun is sick and has nothing to do. I'll stop spamming soon.]