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[Guy would be lying if he said that he was unaffected. He was trying to hold everything together in the wake of losing his best friend, but it was hard to catch a break. Between Badaq's betrayal and busting out of the Renegade facility, he had no idea what he was doing. None of them did. And now, the Rheiards they'd used to cross to the other world were completely useless. They were out of fuel and out of ideas.

All that was left... was to head to the capital of Sylvarant. It was in much better shape than Tethe'alla. They could find answers there, couldn't they? Anise seemed sure of it. One thing was for sure: staying here wouldn't help Luke or anybody.

The small party made their way toward the coastal capital of Palmacosta. The grass was so much greener here, even though there were more people around and more thieves. It really felt alive. Natalia kept stealing glances at Luke as they went, as if he might suddenly snap out of it and look at her and smile, but he never did. At the very least, she'd stopped trying to call out to him. Tear was much more reserved. Guy could tell she was troubled, but she kept it inside and tried to fill the stern, soldierly spot that Badaq had left. Anise walked ahead. She seemed eager to get home, maybe too eager, or maybe just nervous.

And Luke-- Luke didn't seem bothered by anything. There wasn't even a faint smile on his face. His wings were out and he simply followed them without asking, without stopping, without sitting down when they paused to rest. He was like a doll.

Guy's grip on his sword tightened at the thought.]

Someone's behind us, [Tear warned.

Guy turned. There were shadows in the little valley below, but he could barely make them out. They didn't seem numerous enough to be a threat, at least.] Doesn't seem like the Renegades or the Desians. Maybe they're gypsies?

[Anise had an opinion.] We should keep going! You want to help Luke, right?

[Natalia resisted, sort of offended too.] Yes, of course! However, these people might need our help.

[And so, they waited. Guy slid down the hill a few steps, to see if he could meet them halfway.]

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[So, to make a long story short, Asch was seriously going to give the Initiative a piece of his mind when they got back. Maybe a piece of his sword.

Regardless, he's once again stuck with Kaneis in an unfamiliar place, full of almost-familiar people, with an endless tower on the horizon. And he's seriously displeased by the entire string of events.

By this point, though, his hearing is starting to get good enough to pick out the familiar voices further up the hill as he's sitting up, and he automatically looks in that direction.]

Sounds like company.

[And he'll be standing up on his guard, because even if those voices are familiar -

Well, better to be careful, anyway.]

[Yeah, words with the Initiative would be good after this. Zelos was definitely feeling out of sorts. He knew the tower, but it felt more like Sylvarant than Tethe'alla (at least, the area near Palmacosta). Yet at the same time? Things were off]

[But he'll hear Asch mention something, and the words himself. He turns to look and...wow. Those are definitely wings on one of the figures. ]

[His hand will move to the hilt of his sword, but he'll be on a less guard position than Asch]

Yeah. Seems so. I don't think they're bandits.

[Guy finishes sliding down the hill. None of the uniforms are recognizable, though they both have red hair. His breath catches for a second-- wait, is that...

No way.

No way.

He continues forward, this time at a more cautious pace. When he's within earshot, he calls out:]

Asch! Is that you?

[He's starting to say something in reply when -

Wait, Guy?

ABORT ABORT ABORT

Asch spins on his heel instantly, hair flying - oh, right. It's this world's Guy. There is a bit less confusion now. The redhead (one of many) hmphs, sheathing his sword to fold his arms over his chest.]

Yes and no.

[Not this shit again. And looking farther up the hill - he can just barely make out the glow of some angel's wings. It's not very hard to guess.]

[Zelos frowns as the man gets closer. Yeah, that's definitely Guy- he remembers him Exsilium. A Guy in Sylvarant? And with the wings, his own vision can make out who it is pretty easily]

[Fuck. So much for hoping it was Lloyd's Sylvarant. But what was this group doing here? Last time, they were in Tethe'alla-]

[To Asch:]

You explain this time.

[he is too busy trying to sort things out]

[Guy doesn't recognize the guy with the headband. He and Asch know each other. Which is weird, because he's pretty sure Asch doesn't get out that often-- he's their servant, after all-- but maybe things have changed without a veritable royal horde hanging on his every word.

Guy is still searching Asch, though. He's dressed weird, and he's talking even weirder. Though he seems like he doesn't want to talk to Guy at all which is... normal. Still. What a weird answer.]

Don't tell me something's happened to Asch, too.

[It's not a joke-- Guy looks pensive, even a bit angry.]

Honestly, I have no idea what yours is even doing right now.

[Not his division. And Kaneis, he'll pluck your wings for that later. There's some irony in explaining things to Guy of all people.

He should've figured that Luke wouldn't say anything, but why isn't he coming down here to placate his guard dog of a best friend?]

Get the rest of them down here, I'm not repeating myself.

Just what is that supposed to mean?

[That doesn't make any sense. And Guy, who has seen more than enough stress, decides not to mince words. He's not sure if he can trust this guy Asch is with, or if he can trust Asch, seeing as Asch has always kind of disliked him.

Kind of? More like hated extremely. He knew why, too, and never fought it.

But this isn't about him. It's about Asch's safety, and Luke's, and figuring out how to help. So Guy turns and waves at his companions on the hill. They hesitate. Natalia is the first to come down, followed by Tear and Anise. Luke floats like it isn't even a big deal. His feet barely touch the ground. As they near the redheads, two things became evident: the first being that Luke isn't really there. His eyes are completely blank, an uncharacteristically red color like that of his Cruxis Crystal. Secondly, Natalia-- despite her strange attire-- has recognized Asch and is heading straight for him. Anise and Tear hang back; Tear's only met Asch once and it seems like Natalia has it handled anyway.]

Asch! What are you doing?! You should be resting!

[Guy turns and tries to stop her, but she's faster than he is, and goes straight for the Bossy Princess In Face approach.]

Natalia--

What are these clothes? These aren't befitting of the Chosen of Tethe'alla at all! Where did you get that sword? Where is your medication? Where is your escort? Honestly!

Natalia.

[This is going to be a long day.]

[A very, very long day. Asch gives the group a look over, pausing a little longer on Luke - what the hell happened there? - but then he's accosted by AU love interest.

It's a lot easier to not react with awkward when she thinks he's someone else. Must be how Luke feels all the time.]

I'm not your Asch, this is a uniform, the sword is a story for later, I don't take any medication, and if you call Kaneis my escort he'll probably laugh in your face.

[There, that handles all the questions, right? Right. And hey he even managed to introduce his not friend, good job Asch.

He reaches up and runs one hand through his hair with an annoyed noise.]

We're from a different world. Looks like we wound up here by accident again.

[Yeah, he's not happy about that.]

[Zelos seems to simply scoff at Natalia's reaction. Oh, this must be the fiancee huh? It's still weird to hear something like "Chosen of Tethe'alla" and not have it mean him. Guess he'll have to get used to that again]

[But while Asch explains, he won't even bother to acknowledge the other people to head over to Luke. He'll stop short of being a few feet in front of him, having learned better from the time he got too close to a Chosen in this state (let's not get thrown today). Wings out, red eyes...it was just like Colette.]

[When they were sent back to Exsilium suddenly, he had been so sure that this kid would be dead not long from there. He can't help but breath a small sigh of relief to see otherwise. There was still a chance]

[But he'll finally address the group, not really giving a damn if their own story is clear or not]

How'd you guys get to Sylvarant?

[Whatever Guy is expecting, it's not that.]

You're... what?

But, Asch... All of us are from Tethe'alla. Of course you're from a different world. Unless...

[Guy steps a little closer, arms crossed.]

Asch is saying he's not from Tethe'alla at all. That's a little hard to believe-- except that we didn't know about the world next to ours until a couple days ago. How can we be sure there isn't another world that isn't Sylvarant or Tethe'alla?

[Finally, Kaneis asks a question. Guy looks at him.]

We flew using something called a Rheiard, but they ran out of fuel and crashed a ways from here.

[Thank you, Guy, for making that less painful than it was about to be. You're a true friend.]

Technically speaking, he's from Tethe'alla - [That with a thumb jerked towards Kaneis.] - but it's a different one from yours, anyway. My world is called Auldrant.

[Whether they believe it or not - up to them, really. Asch is going to turn away to join his companion on the Luke inspecting front.]

So what happened to him?

[Rheiards huh? Yeah, it definitely was like before. He'll log that one away]

[And hey, now he'll actually contribute to the conversation]

Final stages of Angel Toxicosis, as we'd call it. Or what happens at the final seal on the Journey of Regeneration- when a Chosen gives up their heart and memory.

[His arms cross, he'll bother to look at the group and away from Luke]

He needs a keycrest. Can any of you make them?

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LATER, AT THE INN

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