005 [Action]

[fabrecation]

[It's late in the day when Luke finally returns from his kidnapping. He's on the edge of the forest, just slightly buried under the autumn leaves, and the only sign of life is his steady breathing. It's almost as if he's deep, deep sleep, or perhaps even a coma.

But that probably won't be the first thing that others might notice. No, most prominent of all are the scratches along and around his ears thanks to his own fingernails, but also lacerations, as if made with a sharp tool. This seems to be the worst injury in sight, and the cuts are already dry, so it's not as if it's a danger.

Yet underneath a pile of leaves are his wings, and that's where the most damage is. Not only are they cracked from being thrown against the wall, but wrapped tightly around them is a thin wire. The feathers stick out rather jaggedly as a result, where they were once so smooth and well taken care of. It'll take a lot of work and patience to get all of the wire out, and it serves as a punishment for those who ended Luke's torture prematurely.

Hopefully someone will trip over him, because Luke isn't going anywhere on his own for a while.]

Comments

[silversnowfall]

[Well well. This is not what you expect to find when you're taking a walk to enjoy the fresh air and sanity.]

Luke! [not that there's much she can do for him. But she'll at least get down and clear the leaves off.]

[Action]

[dissonates]

[Asch had been about to prepare his supper - the first decent meal he's had for a while, since he'd been too busy hallucinating over the past week to risk cooking much - when he senses the sudden change in the replica's location. His eyes close for a moment, getting a feel for it, trying to determine exactly where the body had been moved.]

"...Do you feel that, replica?"