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[mirrorbirth]

Who: Asch and Luke
What: A battle of wills.
When: After Guy escapes the house
Where: House #7!
Summary: Luke is evil, and Asch isn't leaving the village to his mercy. Neighbours better steer clear >_>
Rating: Uh... PG-13 for violence probably.

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[wingedreplica]

It didn't take long. Luke had remained on the couch where Guy had placed him for a while, trying to figure out if there was some way to bind his hands or something. Some way to keep him from using his powers if - no when- his other personality took over. But nothing came to mind. Anything he used, his other self would probably just dissolve anyway. The other Luke seemed much more competent with hyperresonance than he was. Not a shock, really

[mirrorbirth]

So, he'd come after all. Asch's eyes narrowed, eyeing Luke at the doorway, though he didn't move just yet. He wasn't going to dive headlong into a battle with the replica - not when the idiot was out of his mind and had a fair chunk of his fonic ability back. His hyperresonance could easily level the house, and the two of them together could cause even more damage.

"Replica." He moved a hand, quietly closing his journal without taking his eyes off the other young man. "What do you want?"

As if the answer wasn't obvious by his expression.

[wingedreplica]

Luke ran fingers through his hair, grinning playfully as he eyed Asch with narrowed pupils. "What do I want?" he chuckled, "I want you dead, for one." He leaned against the wall, arms folding casually, as if he hadn't just declared that he wanted Asch's life.

"So you can decide how we do this. I could just kill you here, or you can try to fight me. Either one, though I have a feeling I know what you'll pick~."

[mirrorbirth]

Asch glared at his replica, and he finally rose to his feet, arms at his sides, but tense, ready to fight whenever Luke felt like initiating it.

"How about this," he spoke quietly, hands curling into fists, "You shut your damn mouth and wait until this thing goes away."

[wingedreplica]

"But where's the fun in that?" Luke asked, pushing off from the wall and tilting his head slightly. "Look at you, ordering me around again. Like I'm some little puppet you can smack around when you're feeling inadequate. Which is most of the time after I took over for you, right?" He shrugged, holding out his hands to the side. "Poor litle Asch~. 'Boo hoo, nobody wants me, so I'll just abuse the replica. That'll make me a big man, now won't it?'"

Smiling wide enough that Asch might actually be able to see his molars, Luke walked forward, "So how about now? Do you still want me to shut my mouth and wait?"