007 [Voice]

[fabrecation]

[Luceti, you're about to hear a very nice singing voice.

A very nice singing voice with a simple plea.]

I~ think I need some help. ♪

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[distressedude]

[Oh, hey. It's that replica who looks like Asch. Unfortunately, Ion's been a little different lately, so he's probably not the sort of help Luke is looking for.]

Why are you singing?

[Voice]

[dissonates]

[He is so. Tired. Of. That. Singing. 8|]

Couldn't you just write it?

[fabrecation]

[At the moment, there's some clattering of pots and pans as Luke tries to get everything ready for supper. That sounds like Ion, although... slightly different for some reason. Luke can't really put a finger on it, though.]

I-I can't help it. [DEEP BREATH BEFORE HE CAN HELP IT-] Experimeeeeent! ♪

[Voice]

[fabrecation]

I'm too busy to write right now. ♪

[Asch can't be as tired of it as Luke, though, who just wants to bash his head against the wall to make himself snap out of it. Instead, he just clears his throat and makes sure he isn't gearing up to sing before he talks again.]

I'm trying to cook for everyone here.

[depressedude]

[As if this place wasn't weird enough... what the hell was going on over there? "Ion" responds flatly:]

Maybe if you tried writing instead of talking, we wouldn't have to listen to it.

[Voice]

[dissonates]

It's not like you're the only one who can cook. ...I don't even think what you do can be called cooking.

[fabrecation]

I'm too busy to write, I-

[And he happens to get a glimpse of the journal. There's another clatter of one of the pots crashing to the ground, and then in a perfect G-note-]

SYYY- ♪

[EXCEPT NOT. He claps his hand over his mouth, growls to himself, then starts again.]

Sync?!

[Voice]

[fabrecation]

I'm a lot better than some people. [NOT NAMING ANY NAMES...]

... H-Hey, uh... You think- I mean... Do you want to help me out?

[depressedude]

[VISIBLY. FLINCHES. At that note. This journal needs volume control!]

No. Nice try, but I'm afraid you have your replicas mixed up.

[fabrecation]

[At least he's good at it. It'd be that much worse if he was terrible.

That makes his tension fade into surprise and confusion. Not Sync?]

Then who...?

[Voice]

[seleniahymn]

[... As a child it was cute, but since when does Luke sing wut.]

Help with what?

[depressedude]

We only really met face-to-face once. I guess I can't fault you for forgetting.

I'm Noct. The 7th failed replica of your precious Fon Master.

[Voice]

[fabrecation]

[a;fsd;j Tear. Why her of all people? Luke lets his head hang back with a rather musical groan before he tries to work again. How embarrassing...]

Taking care of Guy and Asch. They're both kids. ♪

[Voice]

[seleniahymn]

[Because his luck just rolls that way! Did he really just sing that last word?]

Wait, so now they're children? [And Luke was caring for them?]

[fabrecation]

[......... Wait hold up.]

Noct? But Ion's...

[The gears in his head, they're slowly turning!]

[Voice]

[dissonates]

[...What.] You can't be serious.

[Voice]

[fabrecation]

[Yes he did. Luke would rather tape his mouth shut, but it's hard to write for advice when one's trying to get ready to cook, as can be heard by the clattering of pots and pans.]

Yeah. Asch is from... back then, and Guy's... I don't know, four or five? You know how Asch always is around me, and Guy... cries. He cries a lot. [He's more astounded than annoyed by the last statement, really, even though it really does happen way too much, not that Asch helps matters.]

[depressedude]

Ion's what?

[Voice]

[fabrecation]

I wouldn't ask if I wasn't! Come on, if we cook together, the food would be a lot better, and everyone'll be happier. You want Guy to actually be happy about something, right?

[fabrecation]

Ion's the seventh replica! You're...

[Voice]

[dissonates]

He'll probably cry because it reminds him of something. [Noooooot exactly conceding.]

[Voice]

[fabrecation]

Then how about we try to cook something he's never tried before? [Not that Luke knows what that is, but it's worth a try, anyway.]

[depressedude]

What are you talking about!? Don't tell me that guy lied to you after the fact?

I'm the seventh. He's the eighth. Get it right.

[Voice]

[seleniahymn]

[Guy crying? That was unusual to her, but that clanging in the background is rather ominous. Please don't let it be what she thinks it is. Sure better him than Natalia, but still.]

So what is it you need help with?

[fabrecation]

But that's... not right... [Wasn't one of the effects here something like... something in the world being different? Luke isn't really sure, but he thought he overheard something like that over the journals, so... Maybe he's not too far off.]

N-Never mind. So you're... Noct?