Characters: Luke fon Fabre & Asch the Bloody Failure [
indennizzo &
freshblood_fang]
Content: The replica meets his original face-to-face. Not that the replica knows this, of course.
Setting: Some hallway inside the Silvana.
Time: While the Silvana is still in Garrettstown, afternoon.
Warnings: Epic fail. And loads of bitching and whining.
It was another boring day on the Silvana, that was for sure.
Luke had nothing to do, really. After finding out that he couldn't board any other ship because of his lack of papers, the only thing he could do was to remain in the Silvana. There wasn't much to see in the town, sadly enough - and here the Erealian was rather looking forward to seeing something other than his mansion or some musty shipwreck. Though then again this wasn't one of the bigger cities like Bellcius or Colvus, so he supposed it was just his luck.
After lounging around in his room for the past few hours, the redhead supposed it wouldn't hurt going to stretch his legs. So he decided to take a walk, hopping off his bed and grabbing is blade before heading out of his room and started on his way to the deck. His room wasn't that far from it, since he was staying here temporarily after all. Luke hummed a random tune as he placed his hands on the back of his head, staring at the ceiling as he walked mindlessly towards the deck.