[ mirrors ]

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

[Something is off about the kitchen today. It's a mess. There are bits of broken glass and pans and food strewn about wildly. Occasionally, the things on the counter seem to fall of their own accord.

There is an invisible teenager throwing a tantrum. That or having a food fight with the ghosts of his mind's making.]

Shut up! Just shut up already!

[Asch yanks another plate down and hurls it at something behind him. Of course, it doesn't go very far. Despite taking a dinner plate to the head, the image of Asch's replica continues to frown at him.

He growls, furious. As he reaches for more ammunition, his hand goes through the cupboard and out the other side. He stares at his arm for a minute, then lowers it.]

I know exactly what I did.

[ooc: Experiment start! ♥ Actually, it started a few days ago, so this is-- uh, taking place after Luke arrives. Yup.

Feel free to remark on things moving, or if your character can see/hear dead people, that's cool too.]

Comments

[explains]

[Not what Guy expected, walking into the kitchen. Not that he can hear or see Asch, but the mess? Very apparent. And with no one in sight to blame. With a sigh, he hunts up a broom to start sweeping up the mess. There's no way he can leave that there for people to walk on.]

[Another plate shatters when his back is turned and he actually jumps, turning around--but there's no one there.]

[Maybe it was balanced and just fell.]

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

[Wait, one of those ghosts is trying to sweep things up. Maybe he /isn't/ a dead Guy. Asch stands in front of him.]

Guy.

Guy.

[... No response. It's just like back then. Nothing separated Asch from his family except a few yards of grass and a child's wailing.

Asch needs to breach that distance, right now. He reaches out to take the broom from Guy, but it slips through his fingers without any effect. When he tries again, there's enough force opposing him to toss the broom across the kitchen.]

Better.

[explains]

[One minute Guy is sweeping up a mess, minding his own business. The next... The next the broom is not only torn from his hands, it is sent flying away from him. His fingers smart a little from the force of it.]

What the hell!?

[And still no one in sight to blame.]

[This is the point at which Guy begins to freak out. He steps back quickly, looking around in alarm, arms still sort of raised defensively--like that's going to help against some invisible... what. Ghost? Magic? Suddenly animate objects?]

Who's there?

[If there WAS anyone.]

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

[Asch takes this rare opportunity to get right up to Guy. He needs to know just how invisible he really is.]

It's me. [He hesitates, then reaches out to touch Guy's shoulder. With a hint of annoyance:] (I'm right in front of you.)

[And now Guy knows how Luke feels, what with random people speaking in his head and all.]

[explains]

Gyaaah!

[Guy nearly jumps out of his skin when he feels something touch his shoulder. There's nothing there. He isn't that easy to freak out but he has to admit this is pretty freaky. And then what sound like Asch in his mind, speaking to him without actual sound.]

[Okay this is fucking weird.]

Asch?

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

[Asch pulls his hand back.]

That... worked?

[He looks at his hand again. This is ridiculous, but... he touches Guy's upper arm. Asch's energy feels warm, almost as if he's really there. But of course, Asch wouldn't initiate physical contact unless he was desperate.]

(Can you hear me?)

[explains]

[The touch leaves, and then it's back and okay Guy is officially creeped the hell out.]

Y-yeah. What... [Is that Asch touching him? Invisible and voiceless?]

What happened?

[Never mind he has a lot to say to Asch this is not exactly the time. For one, it's hard to get in someone's face when they don't even have a visible face to get into.]

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Woah. Temper tantrum.]

[Morgana doesn't know how to clean... but she does know that 'kill it with fire' is a tried and tested way to clean up messes. Taking one of Eithan's books, and looking around to be sure no one is there, she says something in Old English under her breath.]

[A big explosion bounds outward. Morgana shouts, ducks down, and stands up to a VERY charred kitchen.]

...I will have to work on that.

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

[Asch prepares himself to be caught in the explosion-- but it passes right through him.]

What the--?!

You're going to kill yourself if you keep that up.

[He's already figured out that she can't see him. But maybe he can still get her attention... He takes a plate off the counter, slowly and deliberately, and sets it at her feet without breaking it.]

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Good job, you've graduated past throwing things around like a poltergeist. Morgana watches the plate move. She kneels down, touches it, frowning. Then looks around.] Is there anyone here?

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

[He pauses, then sets his hand on her shoulder briefly. The energy is warm and familiar, and even faintly buzzing if she concentrates hard enough on what's around her. But then he pulls away, anticipating a panicked reaction, and all of that disappears. He sighs and straightens.]

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[There is no panic. She feels it, and though she is a little startled, she knows it from before. She says it out loud, as if someone can confirm it for her:]

The Seventh Fonon.

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

Yes. [It falls on deaf ears. He feels terribly ineffective right now. He hates that feeling. He hates being helpless, hates seeing something in front of him and being told he can't have it.

Alas, that's the way his life goes.

But she can feel him. He's not sure what he wants. Acknowledgment? Is that it? He doesn't need acknowledgment from her, of course he doesn't. He doesn't need that from anybody.

He tries again. Not so very long ago, they shared a dance. She might feel one hand on her side so lightly it might not even be there, and another hand covering Morgana's own. If she looks in front of her, however, there is only clear air.]

[promisedthem.livejournal.com]

[That's quite a ruckus Luke is hearing. He hesitantly peeks into the kitchen, trying to see just who's causing both the racket and the mess within. It's... a little creepy to see that no one's there, but Luke only pauses for a second to considering the possibilities that scare him a little - A ghost, someone who made a mess and then left - before something else hits him.]

A -

[... And then something else LITERALLY hits him - a bowl at that, beaning him right on the temple.]

OW!

[He immediately shoots a hand up to press it against the sore spot, then jumps when the bowl falls to the floor and shatters as a result. He stares in the direction where it came from; if he wasn't sure before, he certainly is now. ... Of course, he's still not completely sure, hence why the name comes out as a question.]

Asch?

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

[Asch glares at something invisible, then realizes it's not so invisible. It is rubbing its head and asking his name. The fact that he hit the replica in the head is kind of hilarious, and it makes him feel a little better. Just a little bit.

He could ignore Luke, but Asch is actually curious about any progress he's made. And he's tired of seeing ghosts. He's still furious about Akzeriuth falling again, but it's just as much Asch's fault as Luke's, in this case. Asch is twice as guilty and he can't help but take it all out on the replica.

He floats closer, then reaches out like before. The chill of ghostly contact on Luke's back fades into an eerie, familiar warmth. At least there's no headache.]

(What do you want?)

[promisedthem.livejournal.com]

[The contact makes Luke straighten his back even more at first, then relax as warmth comes over him. He's felt it before - not just from Asch, but - sometimes when he'd perform attacks, or when he... triggered hyperresonance... It'd be a strange, brief burst of warmth that Luke could never really pinpoint.

Was it because of Asch?

Still, he doesn't focus on that right now. Instead, he moves to lean his hand against the table and look up at the ceiling, once again speaking out loud.]

I-I heard a lot of noise, so I thought I'd... see if anything was wrong.

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

(It's nothing.)

[Actually it WAS something, judging by the way Asch recedes into the back of Luke's head and sulks sits there. He's afraid he might let something slip.]

[promisedthem.livejournal.com]

Asch...

[Luke looks at the mess strewn around the kitchen, and he... slowly starts to pick it all up. He's not as much of a clean freak as Guy, but he can't just leave this here. It's as he sets the broken pieces of glass into a pile that he tries speaking again.]

Is it really nothing?

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

(Shut up! I don't need dreck like you worrying about me.)

[He scoffs. This is so pathetic.

He almost tells Luke to stop cleaning up, but lets him. And he tries not to think about the metaphorical implications.

Still, Asch is awkward and agitated.]

[youidiots.livejournal.com]

[Oh Asch. Even though there doesn't seem to be a reason for the mess, someone still has to clean it up. Good thing someone's here who feels the need to clean up something she can actually affect the outcome of... ]

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

[Asch doesn't see Tear as he stomps around silently. At least when he's a ghost he can't trip over people. She'll feel a chill followed by a strange lukewarm wash of energy, thankfully brief.]

[youidiots.livejournal.com]

[She looks up, tensing a bit at the temperature change... her eyes darting as she attempts to find something that might explain that please let there be something to explain that]

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

[Nope. Though the broken pieces of a plate skitter around a corner.]

[youidiots.livejournal.com]

[Oh no... please don't be a ghost please don't be a ghost please don't be a ghost]

H-hello..?

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

Tear? Is that you?

[Huh. The ghost of Tear is usually angry or stoic, and certainly doesn't ask questions like that.

Asch studies her for a moment.]

... You can't see me or hear me. Figures.

[But he can let her know that he's here... assuming she doesn't freak out and run away. With some concentration, he takes a glass from the cupboard and sets it on the counter.]