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[not_a_twin]

Who: Luke and anyone!
What: Exploring the living quarters.
Where: Uh, kitchen!
When: Evening.
Warning: Slight violence.

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[not_the_dreck]

The sound of things crashing made the hair on the back of Asch's neck stand on end. Bad enough he had... words with that... that Thing, but now there was someone out to destroy the place? His hand went to his empty scabbard out of habit, growling softly to himself when his fingers groped the air. Well, he may not have had a weapon, but he could still cast... right? Perhaps he should have asked that damn Thing that before he stomped off.

Carefully, he made his way over to the sound of the crash, sneaking carefully to the door of the kitchen and peeking inside... before he realized that it was just his idiot of a replica.

"Can you do nothing without flailing around like an idiot?" he snapped at the other redhead, glaring at the mess with distaste.

[not_a_twin]

Luke jumped when he heard a familiar voice. "Asch..." He frowned at the boy's comment but the mess he made was pretty disastrous. Mixes of Jam, spaghetti sauce, glass and various other substances surrounding his feet.

"I-it's not that bad and the shelf was flimsy... wasn't my fault... What are you doing sneaking around the kitchen anyway? Finished sniffing around for information?" He muttered trying to ignore the ache of his kicked pride as he popped open the top of the peanut butter jar. "Ha!"

[not_the_dreck]

"Right..." Asch replied, carefully stepping in and avoiding the mess. Hopefully someone else was going to clean it, because he certainly wasn't mopping up after his replica's blunder, and he doubted the pampered noble would take responsibility for it either.

"And yes... apparently we're in some kind of tower, where the only way out is to play games and wish ourselves out," he replied, his tone bitter just at the thought. "Whoever captured us and dragged us here certainly has far too much time on their hands."

[not_a_twin]

Of course Luke was going to try and clean it. Had he known what the boy had been thinking Luke would have been a little hurt, but above all insulted! He'd come a long way from that irresponsible brat he was back at that castle. He didn't expect people to clean up after him anymore. When he made messes he'd fix them and he was doing that right now.

Setting the open jar on the counter he started picking up the shards of glass while half listening to Asch. "Yeah... I got about the same information from that ugly cat thing. Said the next challenge was soon and that it should be... provoking... about the only hint he'd give." He muttered irritably and jumped when some glass knicked his finger. "Dammit..."

[not_the_dreck]

"Provoking... that doesn't sound promising," Asch replied, before rolling his eyes as Luke cut himself. He sighed, going over and making Luke stand back up straight, grabbing him by his injured hand.

"Honestly, dreck..." he muttered, keeping his hand above his head and reaching over for a paper towel, wrapping his injured finger in it and squeezing it.

[not_a_twin]

Luke was about to start sucking the finger when his hand was pulled away. He hissed softly when the boy squeezed but kept still regardless. Best not to piss the other off... might end up losing that hand. "It's not like I meant to..." He sighed

"W-well he said there were hunting games so... maybe it's a hunt of some kind." He offered the bit of information he had found feeling just the tiniest bit of pride at knowing some stuff Asch didn't.

[not_the_dreck]

Don't say that too loud, Luke; that will really piss your original off. Asch shook his head, holding onto his finger and checking it every now and then until it stopped bleeding. He let out a sigh, finally letting the idiot go.

"How the hell do they expect us to hunt when we don't have any weapons?"

[not_a_twin]

Luke immediately brought the finger to his mouth once he was set free and went back to work cleaning. He focused on picking up the cans instead this time.

"Dunno... maybe that's the challenging part of the game? Or maybe they'll give us something? That thing also said they have puzzle games and uh... what was that other one...?" He mumbled, frowning his brow in thought. "...Well I can't really remember right now but it could be a number of things..." He gave a small grin. "So... what did you find out?" Not smug. No, not one bit.

[not_the_dreck]

Asch's expression instantly turned cold, fixing Luke with a glare that could melt steel if it were possible. He held that look for a long moment, before continuing.

"Most of the others here are just as confused as we are, at least it seemed that way from what I observed," he replied, looking away from the idiot. "Not sure what kind of people we ended up with, but I don't think any of them are even from Auldrant."

[not_a_twin]

Luke looked away from that deadly glare not wanting to risk having his skin melted off or something. Still he knew just why his other was so temperamental. He didn't know anymore than Luke did.

"N-no... none of them look like they're from our world. Have you tried speaking to any-..." He paused remembering just who he was talking to. "Guess not..." He set the gathered cans on the counter top and looked back to the paper towels before kneeling down to clean up. "Well... should we check if we can still do artes?" Looks over his shoulder to his original.

[not_the_dreck]

"..."

Asch's lips quirked up into something resembling a smirk.

"Are you offering to be a target?"

[not_a_twin]

Freezes up and glares at him. "NO! I didn't mean that at all." He says with a very annoyed look.

"Go out and try it on one of the tables or something!" He pointed to the door once he was back on his feet. He of course had to be ready incase Asch tried to use him like as a target anyway.

[not_the_dreck]

If the smirk that appeared on Asch's face was any indication, Luke really was about to be a target. He held a casting stance, rather awkwardly considering he didn't have his sword, using his skills to forgo the actual incantation and go right to the spell...

"EXPLOSION!"

...and nothing. Not even a poof of smoke.

"Hmph... thought that would happen."

[not_a_twin]

"A-ASCH!" Luke shouted in surprise and slight horror when the boy started to cast. With little time to react he braced himself for impact. His eyes were closed for a full minute when he realized nothing was happening. Well Asch's spells did take awhile...

Opening his eyes he noticed the boy was no longer trying and had said something. "THOUGHT?" He growls and threw the jam covered paper towels at him. "What the hell is your problem! I told you NOT to use me! You're lucky I can't cast either!"

[not_the_dreck]

Asch tilted his head to the side, easily avoiding the jammed paper missile. Really, after that little demonstration, he looked far more pleased with himself than he had any right to be.

"You're too damn idiotic to learn fonic artes anyway; I have no need to worry about retaliation from you."

[not_a_twin]

"What?" Luke said sounding insulted and looking out right ruffled. "I don't know fonic..." Growls and clenches his fist.

"Well since they might not work anyway I guess I can use you as a target to... just keep in mind just who won that last fight. I think you have every right to be shaking in those girlie boots of yours." He grumbled with a slightly smug look waiting for the right moment in Asch's rage to strike.

"Rendering thrust!" ...Nothing... no lights, no fonic force... nothing but a punch to Asch's chest. "Dammit..." Really wanted to rub that in his far too smug face. but at least he got a hit in... right?