SCAWWY 😱 asa

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wk 0; monday

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[ only so many places to go, in their rundown village, and they're all basically on top of each other. alfyn at least does not literally run into asa, instead pulling up short as he comes around the corner of the cabin, coming from the stream, blessedly paying at least some sort of attention to where he's going.

he also recalls her reaction on friday, and takes a step back to make sure she has her personal space. all done with a sheepish smile. ]

Hey again, miss. Sorry about that. You fairing alright today?

[halved]

[this town is truly so tiny. she is about to go insane with the lack of space, but that is neither here nor now.]

It's fine. [he didn't bump into her. it's all good.] I have my own bed, so I think I'm doing better than most people today.

[there's a bit of black ink smudged around her neck, though. she has not noticed it.]

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Ahhh, lucky. Theater is just benches, but I was working on trying to make some of them more comfortable, earlier. At least we have a lot of options for a roof over our heads I guess.

[ his gaze does flick to the ink on her neck, but he tries not to stare too long at it. on his forearms, where his sleeves don't cover, is a stark line of ink that states not being able to save her, though he pulls a little at that sleeve like he can get it lower. (he cannot) ]

Who all did you end up with?

week one, monday.

[halved]

[asa is looking through the window into one of the little houses on the island, frowning.]

There's no one home?

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[ he sidles up behind her, careful of her personal space still despite affection week. it just means that he's closer than he would've been last week - and he can peer in easier over her head. ]

... I don't see anythin'. Wanna try knockin'?

[halved]

[thanks, alfyn. you're a pal. affection weeks makes her a little less conscious of her personal space, at least, so she doesn't seem to mind either way.]

Yeah... Let's try that.

[she'll take two steps to the side to be in front of the door, before knocking one, twice, three... and waiting for a response that doesn't seem to be coming.]

week one, thursday.

[halved]

[HEY... HEY... WHAT THE FUCK... i have no idea where they are, but asa is pausing to openly stare at him after that cyoa return. hello, sir. is all your bleeding internal again?]

Um. So... What the hell?

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[ somewhere on the island, probably, because haha hey! what the fuck is right! my mans does not want to go through the fog again. ]

Took the words outta my mouth. [ wearily ] It's a real long story, if you want it. But m'okay - we're all gonna be okay. Just... it was a rough time.

[halved]

That's... good. It really did look like you guys had tried to kill each other for a second.

[laudna was right...]

I want to hear it. If anything like it happens again, I want to be prepared.

wk 1; sunday

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[ ambushes her (helpful) with daan and whoever else, probably, to get her treated with bandages, burn ointment, and salve for pain management once everything is said and done. however much she will let them help after all that. ]

Asa..? You gonna need anythin'? I can get it for you, if you do.

[halved]

[thanks, doc. cannot believe getting headbutted by a cow was actually the least of her ouchies this weekend.

predictably, she shakes her head. please stop perceiving her.]

I'm okay for now. [going to be feeling like shit, though.] I'll let you know if I need, um, aspirin or something later?

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[ do you miss the cow? i'm pretty sure we all miss hte simplicity of the cow. ]

I figured, but I wanted to check. [ he gives her a sympathetic smile, coming to sit with her but not looking directly at her. so that she doesn't have actual eyes perceiving her, because he's used to people like that - friends from home that don't want you to acknowledge their existence when they're hurt in any way. ] I think Mr. Daan and Mr. Gale have, uh, aspirin, but I got my salves if anythin' starts hurtin' and you're worried it needs distinfected. It'll slow bleedin' and soothe the pain, too.

wk 2; tuesday

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[ alfyn is heading into the side rooms out of curiosity, because - well, investigate the areas that you're saddled with, and all that. when he sees asa, he raises his hand up in greeting -

and then, they get slam dunked by memshare time. he looks less than thrilled about this as it starts to happen, the scabbed cut across his own left eye pinching as his expression tightens. NOT AGAIN... ]

[halved]

[why is hisoka in octopath..........

this is presumably pre-britt britting again. but after the memory ends, asa is quiet for a moment and then slowly asks:]

... Do you regret it? Giving him a chance? You were warned not to trust him.

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[ you say this but there are genuinely three fucking enemy clowns in octopath.

it's going to be such a long tuesday for him, but that's fine. he just - frowns, for a moment, quiet. ]

... no. I don't. Some people, I know, they don't deserve a second chance to make things right - there'd be no makin' 'em right. The real, terrible folk in the world. But it was worth givin' him one.

I'd do things differently, but I'd still help him.

week two, saturday.

[halved]

[how is it only week 2

asa's watching the pyre from a distance, her expression blank. she will tilt her head in alfyn's direction to acknowledge him, but she doesn't really say anything.]

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[ he comes over towards her, arms crossed and supporting his elbows as he stares at the pyre - at the containment for aqua, and camille - and just joins her in silence. he smells a bit like the swamp, now, and a little blood, but he doesn't really pay much mind to it.

they get to stand like that for a long, long moment, before he softly speaks up. ]

... doesn't feel like much of a win.

wk 3; sunday

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[ hi asa, how's it going? minding your own business after execution? trying to keep busy? get your mind off things?

that's alfyn, now, after the miserable execution. at least they didn't lose gale right along with caelus, but he's thrown himself into busy work that involves apparently looting the academy of its furniture. he's carting a chair across the village from the teleportree at the moment like it's no big deal. ]

[halved]

[help. pauses to watch him do this.]

... What are you doing?

week four, sunday.

[halved]

[she is in the summer camp, going through the contents of the cabins.]

How much of this stuff could we take with us...?

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Gonna be honest with you, I nabbed the cots out of the infirmary. So I think maybe as much as we can muster.

[ he's looking drained, but no less determined to get some shit done. ]

Could always help you grab the bigger stuff if there was somethin' you wanted to take back to the cabins.

week six, tuesday.

[halved]

[this can be before or after baby curse. it's up to you.

either way, alfyn will spot asa coming out of an alleyway in the markets, confused. she looks around for a moment, loops back into the alleyway — and then comes back out a few seconds later looking just as confused and frustrated? and a bit frazzled, too.

it's fine.]

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[ the mental image of a 6 or 7 year old leading a lost asa around by the hand is adorable. however, she may have a regular alfyn looking in her direction when he notices something in his peripheral while he's at a stall. he watches her for a moment, blinking, and then - oh. ]

Asa? Did you get cursed like Mr. Gale last week..?

wk 6; thursday

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[ considering he helped vin and ashlyn get asa to the swamp, alfyn is also just. at the swamp. he's got a stack of blankets and is waiting diligently for asa to be freed from its clutches, and will be more than happy to help pull her out once it releases her from the terrible drowning experience.

and he'll also swaddle her in a blanket immediately after. ]

Easy, does it...

[halved]

[she crawls out of the swamp, hacking up a lung as one does. and while it's a incredibly nice gesture to help pull her out, asa completely freezes up the moment alfyn touches her, her gaze going distant for a moment — before she seems to violently snap out of it. she shoves him away with her only hand, jerking back.]

—No!