[[OOC: Please note that Asch is a CRAU from LifeAftr! This largely isn't relevant unless you're the FFXV or P5 casts, since he doesn't have any other significant CR that's common to both games.]]
By Day: Option 1
[So, there's a redheaded boy here, maybe seventeen, maybe eighteen, who looks like he came from a hell of a place. His long hair is secured up in a messy bun with a lot of what, at a glance, look like thin spines of wood. He's distinctly overdressed for this sort of weather, too, in all dark colors with a heavy black backpack and canteen of water on his back... Though he's at least lost the lavender - cloak? blanket? - and wrapped it into a roll secured on the top of his backpack, right above the ornate, wide longsword that matches the one belted onto his hip.
He doesn't seem bothered by the heat, though. If anything, it seems to put him in a good mood - as you might catch him stretched out on one of the benches in the park, backpack as a pillow, not quite asleep but clearly taking the chance to relax. Or you might find him over at one of the food stands, quite casually making use of one of those magical grills like there's nothing at all odd about it in order to make...
Are those skewers from his hair sticks? Well, that's one way to do it, probably. The scent of grilled meat and tropical fruit soon fills the air around the stall, drawing pigeons, the occasional seagull, and probably other hungry people.]
By Day: Option 2, Atomizing Shit edition
[Or maybe, you're walking past a back alley or discreet spot in the park, and you see a faint glow that isn't a part of the magical tracings in the sidewalk. It looks gold at first glance, though careful observation will reveal that it is, in fact, a shifting rainbow of colors beneath a golden sheen. And at the center of this is Asch, hair tied back, backpack and gear tucked a safe distance away, his arms held out in front of him and all his concentration on a glass bottle stood up in front of him maybe ten feet away.
There's a tiny dot of glowing light, like a concentrated form of the glow around him, in the air just above the bottle. And then it moves down, slowly... Taking with it a half-inch wide chunk of the glass that just vanishes into nothing.
Whatever it is this is doing, Asch stops it halfway down the main part of the bottle, leaving a thin chunk of it missing from top to middle. The glow vanishes, and his shoulders sag with relief as he drops his hands.]
Lorelei take me, it actually worked.
[He might not outright say 'thank god,' but that's definitely the tone of voice.]
By Night
[The redhead teen has pretty obvious had a near-miss with the fire above - there's a smear of soot across his brow, a clump of long crimson hair has escaped his bun, and as he sits against the dirty wall, he turns his left hand over to examine it with a wince. There's a nasty-looking burn on his palm - looks like he touched the metal banisters higher up in the station after they started to get hot from the flame.]
That's what I get for being careless...
[It's muttered more to himself than to anyone who might be around - with a bit of babying of the hand and using just his fingertips, he reaches to his pack and pulls free a smallish, pre-industrial looking canteen that contrasts with the larger plastic one hanging from his pack.
It's only after he takes a drink that he really looks at whoever he's ended up with down here - extending the canteen in an obvious offer.]
Here - from the look of the place, there's probably not much clean water down here.
ASCH | Tales of the Abyss | Lifeaftr CRAU
By Day: Option 1
[So, there's a redheaded boy here, maybe seventeen, maybe eighteen, who looks like he came from a hell of a place. His long hair is secured up in a messy bun with a lot of what, at a glance, look like thin spines of wood. He's distinctly overdressed for this sort of weather, too, in all dark colors with a heavy black backpack and canteen of water on his back... Though he's at least lost the lavender - cloak? blanket? - and wrapped it into a roll secured on the top of his backpack, right above the ornate, wide longsword that matches the one belted onto his hip.
He doesn't seem bothered by the heat, though. If anything, it seems to put him in a good mood - as you might catch him stretched out on one of the benches in the park, backpack as a pillow, not quite asleep but clearly taking the chance to relax. Or you might find him over at one of the food stands, quite casually making use of one of those magical grills like there's nothing at all odd about it in order to make...
Are those skewers from his hair sticks? Well, that's one way to do it, probably. The scent of grilled meat and tropical fruit soon fills the air around the stall, drawing pigeons, the occasional seagull, and probably other hungry people.]
By Day: Option 2, Atomizing Shit edition
[Or maybe, you're walking past a back alley or discreet spot in the park, and you see a faint glow that isn't a part of the magical tracings in the sidewalk. It looks gold at first glance, though careful observation will reveal that it is, in fact, a shifting rainbow of colors beneath a golden sheen. And at the center of this is Asch, hair tied back, backpack and gear tucked a safe distance away, his arms held out in front of him and all his concentration on a glass bottle stood up in front of him maybe ten feet away.
There's a tiny dot of glowing light, like a concentrated form of the glow around him, in the air just above the bottle. And then it moves down, slowly... Taking with it a half-inch wide chunk of the glass that just vanishes into nothing.
Whatever it is this is doing, Asch stops it halfway down the main part of the bottle, leaving a thin chunk of it missing from top to middle. The glow vanishes, and his shoulders sag with relief as he drops his hands.]
Lorelei take me, it actually worked.
[He might not outright say 'thank god,' but that's definitely the tone of voice.]
By Night
[The redhead teen has pretty obvious had a near-miss with the fire above - there's a smear of soot across his brow, a clump of long crimson hair has escaped his bun, and as he sits against the dirty wall, he turns his left hand over to examine it with a wince. There's a nasty-looking burn on his palm - looks like he touched the metal banisters higher up in the station after they started to get hot from the flame.]
That's what I get for being careless...
[It's muttered more to himself than to anyone who might be around - with a bit of babying of the hand and using just his fingertips, he reaches to his pack and pulls free a smallish, pre-industrial looking canteen that contrasts with the larger plastic one hanging from his pack.
It's only after he takes a drink that he really looks at whoever he's ended up with down here - extending the canteen in an obvious offer.]
Here - from the look of the place, there's probably not much clean water down here.