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Log: Moving right along

WHO: Asch The Bloody
WHERE: The Inn, The Woods, and House 25
WHEN: 10-9/10-20
OPEN TO: Open
WARNINGS: None.

A -The Inn
Asch still comes to the Inn in the mornings now and then, sometimes to see if he sees new faces or to ask if anyone needs help with anything. Though today he came to see one of two faces. First was Cael to just see if the man has learned anything new, Asch refused to admit he was fond of the man. Something about him made him feel like Sync's calculating eyes were still following him, which was both welcomed and unwanted all at once. The other was just to catch a glimpse of Natalia, granted he needed to extend his offer to her but it felt unbecoming at the same time. He knew how quickly the inn fills.

So, after getting something simple to eat and a warmed drink he sat quietly the machete checked out again sitting on the table next to him since he planned to go hunting again after he finished at the inn.

B - From the Woods to the Inn
Asch moved at his usual silent ways through the woods, he had the machete at his side and two average sized rabbits inside of his bag, with a couple bits of herbs he had collected in his other hand. It was nearing Dusk when he made his way out of the woods to head back for the village. Taking a moment to just enjoy quiet of the forest, with the exit in sight. He knew he needed to hurry and take the meat to the inn and check the machete back in, but for once he saw no real reason to hurry.

After a few relaxing moments the young man made his way back across the field, pondering a trip to the spring to get the blood off of him and to just relax. He had heard a bit about the healing waters at the party, but he had not ventured in yet. The idea was still floating around as he quietly made his way back to the inn.

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Natalia ate breakfast in the dining area every day at the inn, though there weren't that many people who show any inclination towards talking. She long since gave up on actually cooking for herself and instead had fruit and what bread or nuts were available. She didn't need a very big breakfast anyway, since she knew that lunch would always be something hardy.

She brightened when she saw Asch enter, but didn't do anything so bold as waving him over or saying hello from across the room.

When she didn't wave him over, he could have almost rolled his eyes. Classic Natalia, granted, he knew she could and would be forceful with him if she wanted. For now he picked up the weapon and the food he had and moved over, placing the blade down on the table, before moving it to lean on the chair he pulled out.

He took a seat before moving his hair from his face, a few bits of straw stuck in it, and it was in desperate need of a brushing.

"Good morning, Princess Natalia." He spoke trying to not show his happiness at seeing her.

She grew even brighter when he chose to sit down, wearing a serene smile that shone like a ridiculous grin. She would never push him to spend time with her, not if she didn't have a legitimate excuse for sticking to his side. There was still too much between them and who they used to be.

"Good morning Asch. It's so strange to see you with that blade and not your own sword."

Worlds of time and lifetimes of horrors. Yet, here he was, sitting across from her lifting his drink to take a quiet drink while she spoke.

"Yes, it is for me as well, this is the best I have found to be a suitable replacement, sadly it belongs to the people so I can only borrow it while I hunt." He explained, wanting to ask his question but it didnt seem right to just blurt it out. "And what have you been filling your time with Natalia?" He inquired, wanting to know if she was okay, and if he needed to be watching anyone.

She glanced away in a moment of embarrassment.

"There's a lot I have to learn." Starting fires is one thing, but she'd had to research the most basic tasks like cleaning clothes and dusting.

"I'd like to help hunt, but I don't want to use all the arrows we have. We might need them badly in the future."

"Yes, yes there is. Even I have a lot to learn here." Sure he could cook, hunt, fight and forage, but he never learned farming. Or how to live in a close knit community. Sure he could fake his way through it but he needed to learn to assure their safety.

"Maybe we could make you arrows? They wouldn't be the best but home made would be more plentiful for your archery. Your a fine enough archer to best mostly anyone." He complimented like it was nothing as he lifted his drink taking another sip. "Which... reminds me." He started, as if he forgot, leaving room for her to prompt him on.

That made her feel a little better, at least. She'd half expected him to be disappointed by her lack of basic practical skills. She nodded her agreement to the arrows idea. She'd been meaning to find a book on the subject so that she could at least do a proper job of it. She was quietly delighted by the compliment as well.

"Reminds you?" she asked innocently. Whatever it was he was clearly being shy about it.

Oh he was, but he also understood it. Its not like he knew everything when Van kidnapped him, and she was a princess, she had no real reason to have such skills with her station. He would help her, even if she hates him afterwards. He will make her a strong machine. "We can figure that out later." He said a quick offer of help without being so open as to ask if she needed help, he knows she does.

He reached up pushing his hair from his face one he sat the tea down. "This may seem forward, and I mean no harm, I simply worry with you here and knowing how fast the inn fills. What I mean to say..." He hated when the boyish shyness came out, damnit. "Would you like to stay with me? I have my own home here, it would not be a problem before you even say it." He knows her. Or he did.

She definitely needed help, but her heart warmed every time he said ‘we’ like they were a single unit so she didn’t mind nearly as much as she might have.

With anyone else she would have worried about causing a problem, but the thought of staying with- moving in with- Asch is nothing short of thrilling. She’d been learning about cleaning methods and starting fires, and she already knew how to cook (sort of), so she could probably even be of some use to him. There hadn’t been a good time to bring up their engagement before, but this seemed like the perfect opportunity to slip it casually into conversation.

“I’d like that. It does seem appropriate, being betrothed.”

He was trying his best to keep his bitchiness at bay, like he tries so often when hes around her. She's far to good to be around him anymore but he could never say no to her. Though, he also didn't expect her to bring it up as his cheeks pinked up a little.

"Well... Yes, I suppose, though technically that should be Luke." He gave a shrug. He still doesn't see himself as Luke, but as Asch. Still. "Either way, the offer is there and I can help you before I leave for my hunt, unless you would rather wait until later when I return."

She refused to be deterred from the subject of their marriage.

"I was betrothed to you," she insisted gently, lowering her voice so she might not be overheard by everyone in the room. "Not him." And she loved Asch, in a way she had never loved Luke no matter how close they became as friends. It had hurt, all those years thinking her most treasured memories had been lost. They could discuss help in a moment.

This was half of his admiration for her, clumsy as she was she didn't give up.

Asch didn't give a damn who heard. If anyone said anything he'd make a scene, but he wanted to spare her any trouble he could for now. "Yes, but you didn't know he was not me until weeks ago." He countered before nodding. "However, if you still wish to fulfill that promise we made all those years ago," He started, making sure he had eye contact. "Then, if your sure, then I am willing." Such a romantic this one. All those years of sadness over his lost life, his princess like hell he'd not at least try.

Ah yes, how one did swoon. There was a touch of sadness to her smile. She didn't want to be a burden to him, and obligation to fulfill an old, old promise, but if it meant they could spend more time together she was willing to take advantage.

"Nothing would make me happier." Well, she could think of one thing that would, but she wasn't going to count that.

She looked down at the half-eaten apple in her hand and started to fiddle with it, deciding whether or not it was wise to say what she was thinking. But if she didn't say it now, when would she ever get the chance again?

"I missed you, all those years. Even thinking you were right in front of me, it was never the same. I kept hoping that one day he would wake up and remember..." She chuckled suddenly, a little embarrassed by her naivety.

"It was silly, I guess, thinking that anything would change after seven years of waiting"

Wanda wasn't much of a hunter. She usually kept her community activities to the inn where she helped prep meats to go into long term storage. It helps with electricity and the refrigerator but they still need to make sure they have enough to get through the winter and there is no telling when their unseeing overlords will decide to leave them without power. Today, however, she has Clint's bow and arrows and another task in mind.

She stepped quietly through the woods, an arrow knocked but her bow lowered as she listened for her prey.

A soft rustle made her pause and listen. There was something close and judging by its footsteps it's larger than the smaller fair who rummaged through these woods. Wanda slows her breath and steels herself before quickly turning and pulling back the string of her bow. When she spots the red hair she quickly lowers the weapon, cursing beneath her breath. "Sorry." It was lucky that she'd seen him in time and hadn't decided that shooting him was the best course of action.

Asch turned when she said sorry, the machete pulled up like it was a sword and he looked ready to go a moment before he realized the woman meant no harm. He shouldn't have let his guard down as much as he had. He shook his head some.

"I didn't see you there." He spoke as if it was an apology but, it wasn't.

"I noticed." Wanda glanced down at his blade. It wasn't anything special but it would have been a bitch to try and deflect with a bow and arrow. This was why she didn't understand Clint's obsession about them. The thought sent a pang of pain through her chest but Wanda ignored it.

"You're new. I've seen you around the inn." It was just an observation.

"Are you hunting or heading back?"

Deflecting probabably would have broken the machete if she hit right, but yeah she'd have a harder time, not that he intended to attack anyone without reason.

"Yeah, I stayed there a week or so. I moved out a couple weeks ago." he replied with a shrug as he shifted the bag on his shoulder. "Heading back, you?"

"It looks like you're settling in." Better than a lot of people.

Wanda exhaled a steady breath. "I haven't found anything yet." The fall wasn't as hopeless as winter but Wanda was having trouble. The traps that she laid out weren't getting the foot traffic she usually got which meant that she had to go hunting. Clint's disappearance didn't make it easier since he'd caught most of the food for the house and its residence.

Druitt is, at the very least, aware of the existence of the hot springs. But it's never been anything that he's seen any need to bother with. It's there, yes, and he has no particular problem with its existence, but still, it's not something that he particularly considers to be something he'd be likely to be interested. (Although, to be fair, he also isn't really aware of the fact that it's rumored to having healing effects.)

He is, however, not generally inclined to want to stay put for long periods of time. Not enough to have settled into any particular routine, at any rate, and for all that he's at least not actively trying to harm the village's chances of survival, he's never been terribly good at altruism. Or, for that matter, had much of an inclination towards the sort of survival required here.

As such, it's pretty much chance that has him crossing Asch's path. But the sight of someone returning from who-knows-where with a large knife (and somewhat bloodstained besides) is enough to catch his attention.

"A productive day's work, I take it?"

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