@the-replica-luke

｢ Asch stared back at his replica. ❝ What do you want? Have you come once again to annoy me? ❞ ｣

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26. My muse pins yours to the ground.

“Guy, I’m hungry.” The tone is a familiar one; demanding andexpectant of those needs to be met with swift and satisfactory action. He’snever been left wanting for long, after all, and why should today be anydifferent? Of course, things are vastly different now compared to the days whenGuy was required to oblige his whims, but their relationship has altered verylittle for how much they’ve changed as people.

Sitting at the end of the couch his friend is stretched outon, the count can only smile at the request. He has no qualms with obeyingorders, even now, and indeed he intends to do just that. But what’s wrong withpoking a little fun, first?

One hand supports his body leaning toward Luke while theother extends out to prod the exposed abdomen constantly displayed. “You know,we’re not running around fighting monsters all day anymore. Are you sure youshould be eating so much? You won’t be able to pull off shirts like these muchlonger.” The tone is clearly teasing, and the expression on his face breakswith a laugh as his hand is swatted.

“As if I’d get fat! I still get plenty of training in. Andwhat about you? Isn’t the life of anoble making you lazy?” The poking is returned as he watches his friend squirmfrom the assault through a flipped vision; there’s no need to spend the effortactually turning upright to take care of this.

“H-Hey!” Further verbal responses are traded in for actionas he steps up his docile assault. Both hands attach themselves to Luke’s sidesin an earnest attempt to tickle him into submission. But the gap created by thestretch has left him vulnerable, and the Kimlascan heir has seen enough battleto know when an opening is presenting itself.

There’s a mingling of shouts as the back-and-forth gathersenough momentum to join gravity hand-in-hand for a moment too long. One leantoo far in the wrong direction and they’re both suddenly crashing to the floor.The collective groans following are interrupted by Luke yet again takingadvantage of the situation to land a finishing move.

But Guy has spent more years in tactical battle and he’sstill faster than his friend; he catches the outstretched arm and uses Luke’smomentum to flip him on his back once more—this time flat against the ground.His own body acts as a weight to keep the replica in place as his hands occupythemselves with capturing Luke’s own. The expression read across his faceproclaims one, simple word: victory.

“I guess it’s lucky for you none of our enemies have everwanted a tickle fight showdown.” He laughs again at the unimpressed look hereceives, and it’s only moments later that he finally releases his victim inexchange for standing up. “Still hungry? Let’s see what’s in the kitchen.”

“We’re lost!”

“Like Hell we are! What the hell do you know anyways?!”

“Asch! We don’t know where we are, and it’s best to just admit that!”

“Shut the hell up, replica. You’re not the boss of me. How did I even end up with you in the first place!?”

There was a mess of red and black that stormed through the crowd of the town the two Fabres had managed to find their way into. The younger of the two had merely raised his hand in a vain attempt to stop the elder from storming away from him, but that only earned him stumbling over his own two feet and crashing to the street below.

As if they needed to make even more of a scene.

“Asch come back! We shouldn’t wander around alone!” He called out as he managed to pull himself back to his feet.

Great. Just great.  They were lost. He didn’t know where  he was, and now he was alone. Who knows what was going to happen to them now….and as he took a moment of pause to look around the area - it wasn’t as if the two of them did the best of jobs blending in. In fact it was in that moment, Luke noticed the multiple sets of eyes that were fixed upon him.

“Aaaasssch -” He started making a motion to chase after his counterpart to feel a hand come down on his shoulder and a concerned voice soon accompany it.

>>“Are you okay?”

It chimed, and the replicated boy stood there for a moment, slack jawed and wide eyed - completely dumbfounded. Was he okay? Who was this person? Were they someone he could trust? Asch was always lecturing him about being ‘too damn trusting’ and it was in this very moment that the little voice in the back of his head finally encouraged him to listen to his original instead of telling the other off.

The younger boy nodded meekly taking a step away from the older man, giving a better chance to take in the sight of the man’s armor. Was he one of the knights of this region? Were they like the Oracle Knights?

Even so they couldn’t all be bad… could they? It wouldn’t hurt to ask a few questions…would it?

“M-Me? Sir?” He stammered out quickly. “I’m fine, just a little lost. Could you tell me what this town is called by any chance?”

At high noon, Lastonbell’s marketplace was especially crowded, its streets bustling with activity as the townspeople were going about their daily lives. The stores were pact full of people today, buying whatever new jewelries and trinkets were on sale to the fine clothes that seem to catch the eyes of young ladies. Whether it be the farmers tending to the crops of radishbell, the park that overlooked the town, the Great Belfry standing proud in the middle of the town, or even the Sanctuary where sermons are held in worship of the heavenly people, the Seraphim, there wasn’t an area on the streets where people didn’t gather. It wasn’t just a tourist stop for nothing, the town held a unique history, its monuments and landmarks proof of a forgotten history that few were privy to.

Sergei Strelka hoped today would be smoother than the last, given the anxieties steadily raising with the looming war just a few short weeks, possibly even days, away just outside their borders. Security was becoming tighter; anyone crossing the border was required to have something that identified them and their intentions whether they are simply here to enjoy themselves or pass through to the capital. Refugees from outside the town and close to the borders were steadily making their way westward which made the process even more difficult.

Out from the corner of his eyesight, he caught a glimpse of red hair and a small crowd of curious onlookers watching the spectacle before them. A young man - was he a noble? - was causing a commotion in the streets, perhaps not by intention. Concern graced his features when said man had stumbled on his own two feet and crashed onto the ground.

     “Are you okay?” he had asked, placing his left hand       on the other’s shoulder to help balance him.

The response he was given however made him suspicious; the knight captain, now a slight frown on his face, did not miss the other’s wary glance of his person. The tone he spoke with had shown discomfort - was it nervousness or was he that shy?

>> “M-Me? Sir?” He stammered out quickly. “I’m fine, just a little lost. Could you tell me what this town is called by any chance?”

After confirming the young man wasn’t hurt in any way, shape or form, the imperial nodded once.

     “Odd question to be asking me if you are new in town.”

Most Imperials knew every large city and town in the Rolance Empire as geography was taught in school, on top of which, the young man lacked a certain accent to his speech that ruled out the possibility the red head was of the Rolance Empire. Not that he needed to voice this out, mind you, he didn’t have any proof to go on - the Western Gates wasn’t as restrictive as the Eastern Gates. The possibility that he could be from across the border or one of the villages just outside of Lastonbell did come to his mind, but...

     “Those passing through the Eastern Gates would        have been stopped for inspection.”

...it would be impossible if one had crossed the border and not know what this city is if they had made it through the checkpoint. Sergei had made sure that his knights would follow procedure and told their name and station, giving any passerbys a clear indication of what city it is they are entering.

     “Might I ask where you came from?”

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