It took him some time to piece it all together, but slowly, surely, it begins to make sense.
Every event past a certain point of time is blurry because he had found it difficult to focus on anything other than seeming normal or fine. He is revisited by some of it now, a gunshot, bloody water.
[It is here where he leaves the bed and gets up to go to the bathroom, unsure of what to do.
He settles for washing his face. The water is cold, as the heat comes and goes in the apartment, something about the riots and the whole zombie situation interfering with the power supply. When drying his face with a towel, he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
Funny. He can't quite remember ever hating his reflection this much.
No big deal. As concerned as she is about the mission itself, she's not losing her head too much. About anything, really. Scraping by, fighting for her life-- all of those are the status quo, which means that everything she's encountered in Woodhurst has very nearly been luxury. Save for the lack of ECHOnet.
She still, after all, believes she'll at least get out of this alive, no matter the cost.
She's idly playing some Magimon Go and cracking open the second-to-last beer. It tastes like piss, but it's all she's got. Not any worse than crappy Pandoran bathtub booze, even if it is lacking in alcohol content.]
Asher looks at the bathroom window, now boarded up. He eyes a nail that's coming loose, wondering haphazardly if this is some kind of grim metaphor for his life.
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mindfucker slugs that eat your brains out? um yeah they shouldve gotten their wriggly butts melted?
anyway keep going
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Why can't he remember?]
we got rid of them i
[And seemingly, out of nowhere...
Everything goes quiet.]
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heeeeeyyy
u fall asleep?? :/
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It took him some time to piece it all together, but slowly, surely, it begins to make sense.
Every event past a certain point of time is blurry because he had found it difficult to focus on anything other than seeming normal or fine. He is revisited by some of it now, a gunshot, bloody water.
Hiruma's yelling.]
sorry
there was somethin i forgot to do
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[and Lilith, of course, is none the wiser. She couldn't understand even if that weren't the case.
Not when killing has always come so easily to her.]
u were telling me about the last mission? bepises
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He settles for washing his face. The water is cold, as the heat comes and goes in the apartment, something about the riots and the whole zombie situation interfering with the power supply. When drying his face with a towel, he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
Funny. He can't quite remember ever hating his reflection this much.
The magitek lies near the sink.]
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No big deal. As concerned as she is about the mission itself, she's not losing her head too much. About anything, really. Scraping by, fighting for her life-- all of those are the status quo, which means that everything she's encountered in Woodhurst has very nearly been luxury. Save for the lack of ECHOnet.
She still, after all, believes she'll at least get out of this alive, no matter the cost.
She's idly playing some Magimon Go and cracking open the second-to-last beer. It tastes like piss, but it's all she's got. Not any worse than crappy Pandoran bathtub booze, even if it is lacking in alcohol content.]
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[Pause, be convincing.
If there's one thing he's learned in his time working for Annalise, it's how to sell a lie.]
i totally knocked out 4 a second there
is it cool if we catch up 2mrw? i should probably catch sum zzzs
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yea sure :P
[time to bother somebody else while she cant sleep........]
ill remind you!! gimme all the juicy details later ❤️
night
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What is he made of? Tears? Misery?
Asher looks at the bathroom window, now boarded up. He eyes a nail that's coming loose, wondering haphazardly if this is some kind of grim metaphor for his life.
He was so happy. Is it about to end?
Who can say for sure?]
night