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[red and roses]
His plans for the afternoon were simple; stop in, see a few friends, go back in time to hitch a ride in the Albiore to Malkuth to testify in Dist's inevitable trial. It's not the beginning or end of the trial, by any means; the court probably won't come to a full decision until after the New Year, still a month away. And even as the trial progresses, Malkuth's court system is getting an overhaul, as the Score can no longer be used as evidence.
And since he's the only other God-General left alive, in addition to his own involvement in fomicry, that means Asch's testimony will form the bulk of the official record of the last seven years. Spending most of a week answering questions in front of a room full of Malkuth officials is not the ideal use of his time.
With all those thoughts bouncing around, it's no surprise that Asch manages to misdirect his door into an unfamiliar place; a round living room, seemingly built underground, from the smell and the tree roots poking out of the ceiling. There's a comfortable, floral scent as well, with a buried hint of mechanical oil that reminds Asch, faintly, of getting off the Tower's elevator to step onto the floor made in the image of a mountain meadow. Now that he's had true open air to breathe again, his mind has filled in little mechanical gaps in his memories of the Tower; at least this reminder isn't one of the ones that puts him on edge, like so many of the lifts between Baticul's upper levels.
The room itself helps, too, plush chairs and couch that are incredibly tempting to take a seat in, but Asch ignores them. There's a certain protocol to worldhopping, and that usually involves finding whoever's world you stepped into, first, before you go making yourself comfortable in their things. That goes especially for when you're not sure who's world you've stepped into, and even more when you appear inside their house.
That thought in mind, he tries to make his way discreetly to the door. Just pretend you appeared outside in the first place, Asch, yes, that's the way to go.
And since he's the only other God-General left alive, in addition to his own involvement in fomicry, that means Asch's testimony will form the bulk of the official record of the last seven years. Spending most of a week answering questions in front of a room full of Malkuth officials is not the ideal use of his time.
With all those thoughts bouncing around, it's no surprise that Asch manages to misdirect his door into an unfamiliar place; a round living room, seemingly built underground, from the smell and the tree roots poking out of the ceiling. There's a comfortable, floral scent as well, with a buried hint of mechanical oil that reminds Asch, faintly, of getting off the Tower's elevator to step onto the floor made in the image of a mountain meadow. Now that he's had true open air to breathe again, his mind has filled in little mechanical gaps in his memories of the Tower; at least this reminder isn't one of the ones that puts him on edge, like so many of the lifts between Baticul's upper levels.
The room itself helps, too, plush chairs and couch that are incredibly tempting to take a seat in, but Asch ignores them. There's a certain protocol to worldhopping, and that usually involves finding whoever's world you stepped into, first, before you go making yourself comfortable in their things. That goes especially for when you're not sure who's world you've stepped into, and even more when you appear inside their house.
That thought in mind, he tries to make his way discreetly to the door. Just pretend you appeared outside in the first place, Asch, yes, that's the way to go.
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"I can't imagine Jade involved in any kind of romance," is all he says on the matter, his gaze still mostly in his teacup. "I doubt he understands love in any way that's comprehensible to the rest of us."