[ sign of the quiet dark ]
[After the chaos of the fairytale has ended, Asch is still in something of a predicament. He runs a hand through his hair, which has been cropped short, and far less stylishly than Luke's. He hates it. He hates this place, and he's apprehensive about what's to come.
Naturally, this means he tries to distract himself with training. He's set up a suit of armor on a pole in the middle of the forest. It's already seen some abuse.
Asch stands some distance away, concentrating, murmuring. A complicated glyph glows beneath his feet, the delicate fonic script speaking of snow and fury. Moments later, a rain of ice appears from a similar glyph in the air, striking the dummy without mercy.]
Hmph.
[ooc: Replies from this account and/or cutpride. His fairytale is over, but at least one of the consequences will be lingering for a couple of days, it seems.]
Naturally, this means he tries to distract himself with training. He's set up a suit of armor on a pole in the middle of the forest. It's already seen some abuse.
Asch stands some distance away, concentrating, murmuring. A complicated glyph glows beneath his feet, the delicate fonic script speaking of snow and fury. Moments later, a rain of ice appears from a similar glyph in the air, striking the dummy without mercy.]
Hmph.
[ooc: Replies from this account and/or cutpride. His fairytale is over, but at least one of the consequences will be lingering for a couple of days, it seems.]