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Who: Asch, Luke, and their Shadows.
What: FINAL SHOWDOWN
When: November 28th
Where: Streets of Prospero, Dark Hour.
Rating: Let's call it safe and say PG-13.
Warning: Violence, and Asch being grumpy.
As midnight approached, Asch was in his room, on his bed, taking inventory of himself. His only weapon, the good old trusty pipe, was polished almost like he would a sword. He almost wished his sword had followed him to this world, but it seemed only the dreck had luck enough for that; yet another thing that had him irritated, but he forced the rage down for now. There would be time enough for him to be pissed off, like when he set out to finally decapitate that fake that was parading around as him!
...well, maybe not decapitate, but he'd certainly give the fake a hell of a headache.
Three minutes to midnight. Asch grasped his pipe firmly in his hand, letting out a breath before standing up, walking out of the apartment. He glanced at the door across the hall, before turning around to lock up.
What: FINAL SHOWDOWN
When: November 28th
Where: Streets of Prospero, Dark Hour.
Rating: Let's call it safe and say PG-13.
Warning: Violence, and Asch being grumpy.
As midnight approached, Asch was in his room, on his bed, taking inventory of himself. His only weapon, the good old trusty pipe, was polished almost like he would a sword. He almost wished his sword had followed him to this world, but it seemed only the dreck had luck enough for that; yet another thing that had him irritated, but he forced the rage down for now. There would be time enough for him to be pissed off, like when he set out to finally decapitate that fake that was parading around as him!
...well, maybe not decapitate, but he'd certainly give the fake a hell of a headache.
Three minutes to midnight. Asch grasped his pipe firmly in his hand, letting out a breath before standing up, walking out of the apartment. He glanced at the door across the hall, before turning around to lock up.