[Since Leoben doesn't waste time on greetings, Luke doesn't either.] I don't know. I was just out patrolling when I looked ahead and saw him like this.
[Well, he was maybe a little better. But well on his way to being like this, so it amounts to the same thing in the end.]
[Luke slides the seal into a pocket and glances over at Asch. How to do this... Maybe if he gets one of Asch's arms over his shoulders, like how he carried Guy that one time after the curse slot? That's what he tries, getting down on one knee and trying to tug one of Asch's arms away from him. He glances up at Leoben]
Do you think you can help me?
[He doesn't say it or mean it offensively, just that... well with two of them it'd be a lot harder for Asch to argue or fight. Since he probably would refuse Luke's help, at least...]
[Leoben kneels down to take the other arm. All things considered, he could probably carry Asch on his own, but Asch probably wouldn't appreciate that.]
[He's not appreciating the group effort any more than he'd appreciate just one of them carrying him. Nor does Asch appreciate being ignored. Nevermind Asch was on his way back to the Alpha District before this happened and going with them will actually save time.]
[Leoben's not afraid of him, Asch knows this, and he can't fend both of them off at once. He's got a better chance of shaking Luke off. And he tries resistance now by keeping that arm to himself and shooting his replica an angry look.]
[Luke nods in acknowledgement, before glancing nervously over at that glare. It's a little unnerving but other than that, he ignores it. To him, Asch's well-being had always been worth whatever yelling or shouting he'd ever been paid with.
He does however, try again reaching for that arm.]
C'mon Asch...
[He's just trying to help... Don't make this even harder... ]
[Asch has half a mind to go on fighting off the help, but Leoben's statement manages to attract Asch's attention. He whips his head around, ready with a retort, but instantly regrets it.]
[Between the pain in his chest and the throbbing in his head, resistance is a losing battle, and Asch just doesn't have the means to keep it up. His arms go slack. Any further protests are lost somewhere in his own mind, unheard.]
Where are you, Luke?
[Because he is on his way.]
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Somewhere in Metropolis. Not too far from Alpha District, I think...
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[And a few minutes later he has spotted Luke and is coming over.]
What happened?
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[Well, he was maybe a little better. But well on his way to being like this, so it amounts to the same thing in the end.]
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[Asch raises his voice so he can be heard, but doesn't manage many words before he's forced back to silence.]
...Nothing happened...!
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We should probably get him inside. He doesn't look well.
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[Luke slides the seal into a pocket and glances over at Asch. How to do this... Maybe if he gets one of Asch's arms over his shoulders, like how he carried Guy that one time after the curse slot? That's what he tries, getting down on one knee and trying to tug one of Asch's arms away from him. He glances up at Leoben]
Do you think you can help me?
[He doesn't say it or mean it offensively, just that... well with two of them it'd be a lot harder for Asch to argue or fight. Since he probably would refuse Luke's help, at least...]
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[Leoben kneels down to take the other arm. All things considered, he could probably carry Asch on his own, but Asch probably wouldn't appreciate that.]
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[Leoben's not afraid of him, Asch knows this, and he can't fend both of them off at once. He's got a better chance of shaking Luke off. And he tries resistance now by keeping that arm to himself and shooting his replica an angry look.]
[Quit deciding things for me!]
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He does however, try again reaching for that arm.]
C'mon Asch...
[He's just trying to help... Don't make this even harder... ]
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You'll only end up hurting yourself more if you keep struggling.
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[Asch has half a mind to go on fighting off the help, but Leoben's statement manages to attract Asch's attention. He whips his head around, ready with a retort, but instantly regrets it.]
[Between the pain in his chest and the throbbing in his head, resistance is a losing battle, and Asch just doesn't have the means to keep it up. His arms go slack. Any further protests are lost somewhere in his own mind, unheard.]
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