tvklogs | Facing Myself and Myself and...

WHO: Luke. All four of them.
WHAT: Nothing like finding out your replica is in town then running headlong into his Shadow.
WHEN: Beginning of the Shadows in the Dark Hour event.
WHERE: Streets of Prospero
RATING: Rating pending, but there will be violence.
NOTES: Log is split into three parts; see below.

Going out that night probably wasn't in Asch's best interests, not that this would have stopped him even if he had known what was really going on. The video posts going up all over the place were keeping him up, not to mention that people were obviously in trouble... and it was bothering the hell out of that "nice guy" side of him that he wished would just get the hell out already.

Still, being new to Prospero, he had no idea just how dangerous it was during the Dark Hour. Still with no knowledge of how Personas worked or the fact that he even had one, weaponless, and he found out the hard way his fonic artes were not working; it wasn't turning out to be a very good night. Things turned around when he found a discarded pipe that was an adequate enough substitute for a sword, but it wasn't enough to keep him from cursing every time he whacked a monster with it, only to have his arms shaking from the effort.

Of course, things were going to get worse, as proven true when he looped a corner...

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Gah! Too close! Asch jerked back, pressing his pipe against Luke in an effort to shove him back. Something the replica said kept him from outright walloping him one, and he started at the creature before him like it grew another head. Did he actually hear that right?

"What are you talking about, dreck?" he demanded. "I'm still alive!"

He was not about to argue with Luke on calling himself trash.

Cold steel touching skin unphased the shadow completely. Using the pipe as a leverage to get even closer to Asch and confronting him with that same smile; same hint of joy that clouded Luke's pupils. Enough that you wouldn't have thought it was Luke to begin with.

"You're dead!" Luke pulled himself away from the pipe. Arms around his now turned back, and looking up at the strange moon that hovered over them.

"And it's all my fault!" His tone drops and the happiness seems to fade. Seemingly. "You were stabbed to death by The Oracle Knights. Don't tell me you forgot already, Asch."

Oh dear god, why was the dreck holding onto him like that? Better yet, why the hell did he sound so damn happy that he was supposed to be dead? None of this was making sense, but the only thing he could focus on at the immediate moment was the fact that Luke was getting his damn germs all over him. Asch let out a disgusted noise, trying to pry the damn creepy replica off of him.

"You're not making any sense, dreck," he snapped at him. "And like hell any amount of Oracle Knights could kill me anyway. What the hell is wrong with you?"

"What's wrong with me..." Luke's voice trails off. A hint of sadness in his voice, despite not matching up to his current expression that he was flashing at Asch once he turned his head to face his original.

"It's a long list of things, Asch!" Twisting back around, he strides up to his original, so his face is right in front of Asch's. For good measure, so that he could hear him. "I'm nothing more than a replacement! No one needed me after they found out the real Luke Fon Fabre was alive and well!"

Something in his voice turns sinister, but the smile never drops. Not even once. "I'm a replica. Trash that was created only to deviate the score."

His smile cracks. "What good am I? I'm nothing but a piece of trash that allowed a whole city to be destroyed. Nothing I do can make up for what I did..."

The shadow lifted up it's head. Yellow meeting emerald. "I couldn't even save you. The person who was better off releasing Lorelei, then me."

Had he really beat Luke's ass so hard that he beat the over obnoxious over confidence straight out of him? Asch backed away, unnerved by what his replica was saying, and the fact that he just would not stop smiling, those creepy eyes not helping the idiots image. Some of what he said made a bit of sense, at least Luke acknowledge the fact that the only reason he was in existence was so "Luke" could live past the time the Score called for his death. But what was that nonsense about releasing Lorelei? Why would Lorelei even need to be released? Was it trapped somewhere?

Did. Not. Compute.

"I don't know what the hell you're talking about, replica, but take your pity party to someone that actually gives a damn."

Asch turned his back to Luke, probably not a wise choice. Even without looking at the replica, he could feel his skin crawling.

Once his original had turned his back toward him, Luke just got even closer. Enough so that he could drape his arm over Asch's shoulder.

"You know, I always knew that my stupidity came from you, Asch~ So thank you, for that." Asch can probably feel cold steel, but more so a sharp blade press behind his back. Because. Hey. Sure he was happy that Asch was alive, and all! But the core reason for everything he feels is standing RIGHT THERE!

Asch stares at the arm like it's some kind of leech that's going to infect him if he doesn't get it off. That expression quickly changes when he feels the sword pressing against his back. He shoved himself away from the replica as hard as he could, though not without injury; the weapon broke through his jacket easily, drawing a line of blood down his back.

Asch hissed in pain as he stumbled away, raising his pipe. Okay, something was seriously wrong here! Luke was an idiot and a failure, but he wasn't an underhanded bastard!

"Who the hell are you?!" he demanded.

Watching, Luke's eyes followed the trail of blood that trickled from Asch's back, down to the bloody concrete. Taking joy in the fact that his original was still alive, even after prying himself away from a sharp blade! He just wants to go over there and hug him. You know. Until, he hears that last bit. Then he just tilts his head at the confusion of Asch's words.

"What are you talking about, Asch?" Without hesistation, Luke starts walking toward him. "I'm the same piece of trash you've always known. I am Luke Fon Fabre."

For every step toward him, Asch took a step back, out onto the street. As of now, he was oblivious to the other battle going on behind him, his focus entirely on the fake replica.

"Like hell you are!" he snapped. "My replica is a lot of things, but 'backstabber' isn't one of them!"

Luke found it far too amusing that his original was backing away from him. Was he frightened? Scared even~? The thought brought joy to this shadow, and he made sure he showed it.

"I am a shadow. The true self." Stopping midway, Luke tilted his head, and his smile turned into a sneer that looked far too sinister to look innocent. "Scared~?"

"Shadow...?"

Asch tightened his grip on his pipe; he never heard of such a thing, but... The duplicate of the blonde bastard had yellow eyes instead of red too, and was spouting off crap that he doubted the real thing would ever say. His thoughts were cut off by the sound of fighting nearby; he guessed that he wasn't the only one having difficulties. Unfortunately, he would need to deal with this dreck first.

"Hmph! If this is what my idiot replica really feels about himself, then he's even more pathetic than I thought!"

The shadow approached him once again. The sinister look turning back into that innocent, but unnerving smile that Asch was probably getting sick of looking at.

"Wanna know the best part, Asch?" A pause. "The reason why I think I'm inferior is because of " Without warning, Luke's smile turned violent, and a light, similar to that of Radiant Howl can be seen from his direction being aimed directly toward the Original without any remorse on his expression. Like he was happy.

Facing Myself and Myself and...

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