someone take the notebook away from him

[bloodyashes]

Two things -

First, to those of you I've been teaching, a warning: This kind of weather usually leads to thunderstorms over the night, at least where I come from. Do not use the Third Fonon (wind) during any kind of electrical storm. It GREATLY increases your chance of getting struck by lightning.

[The word 'greatly' is written at about twice the size of the text around it, and doubly underlined.]

In unrelated news, if anyone has an interest, I've got a bunch of peppers here that haven't been tasted for spicyness. If anyone wants to volunteer, you can pick your poison over by the garden door.

[[OOC:If anyone wants to thread out getting a random pepper, feel free to give me a log-style reply to this post! They range all the way from bell peppers to pointy-red-hot style to some tiny black ones that are crit-fail levels of spicy. Feel free to roll!]]

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[fifthreplacement]

[Normally he doesn't use the notebook much. But that post? That successfully gets his attention, even in the weird mental state he's had since last night]

You make a warning like that and expect it to not happen? [Seriously. He's almost willing to take bets on it actually happening now, if it does storm. But that's not the important thing right now]

You found peppers here? [Even Sync has priorities sometimes]

[bloodyashes]

If they're warned and they do it anyway I'm not responsible.

I got the seeds at the night market and managed to get them to grow. There's a pretty good variety, I left a bunch on your trunk.

[fifthreplacement]

Right, dodge the responsibility.

[Nevermind that some of them might not have even thought about it until you mentioned it. Whatever you say]

I'll check that out later, if there's people trying random ones this sounds too amusing to pass up. [Totally on his way to watch this trainwreck]

[bloodyashes]

[He's responsible for educating them, Sync, not for keeping them from making decisions they know are stupid.]

You know where I'll be.

Logging it up in this business

[fifthreplacement]

And not long later, there is a small bundle of green fuzz running ahead to say hello to Asch, followed by Sync. Rain is sort of soaked, having been playing in a fountain only moments ago. Somehow Sync's managed to avoid most of the water, though he is wearing the uniform jacket today for once. It's a little odd, given the weather and he hadn't worn it before.

"Gotten any takers yet?" he asks by way of a greeting. There's still a feeling about him that something isn't quite right, but Sync's managing to mostly pull off the sense that he's fine and things are alright.

aw yiss

[bloodyashes]

Asch, in contrast, would seem to Sync to be almost underdressed - his servant's shirt is flung over the back of his bench, leaving him in only the tunic-vest part of his Oracle Knights uniform, and thus, bare-armed. There's evidence of a bit of sun on those arms, too.

Knowing what he does about Luke's condition, though, he barely gives the coat a glance. "Not yet, but it should only be a matter of time. There's been some interest, at least."

He leans down to let Rain sniff his fingers, then smiles as he scratches behind her ears. Hi pup. Good pup.

[redeyesazuredragoon]

Intriguing. I would try this. Are you certain there is any bite to them?

[ Guess who. Go on, guess who this is. ]

[bloodyashes]

They certainly look like the hot peppers we have back home, most of them. There's some of the more sweet style, too. I haven't tested most of them yet - I usually use them dried and ground as a seasoning.

[redeyesazuredragoon]

Mayhap we shall find out, then. I will be there shortly.

[ At least as reasonably fast as he can make it from where he was, but he shouldn't be detained for long, it's not like he has all that far to go. ]

[bloodyashes]

When he arrives, Asch is sketching on the bench within view of the garden door, with a basket next to him that's full of peppers in several shapes and colors. He brushes dust off the page and looks up when Estinien approaches.

[dragoonsong]

He's not surprised to see it's Asch, somehow, especially with the mention of the other thing in the notebook. With what he's been hearing about these 'fonon' things, it really only had to be one of three people anyway. And it hardly sounded like that green-haired lad with the poor temper, so.

Given the situation with the heat, he's got his shirt off right now and is really only wearing the gauntlets, greaves, and other foot pieces. It's hot. That's not going to stop him from wanting in on this, though; any Dragoon would thrive on the chance to get their inner dragon burning.

"Is this a hobby of yours, or simply a distraction?"

He'll curiously pick one out of the pile, speculating for one he thinks will likely be spicy. Just wait for it. He'll be eating it shortly.

[bloodyashes]

"The drawing? More record-keeping than anything. The peppers were intended as a gift." He folds the notebook closed, twiddling his pencil between his fingers as he watches Estinien pick out a pepper with something that looks like a fairly skilled eye. He's clearly waiting for the reaction. "I got more than I expected, but I'm sure we'll find a use for them around here."

There's... really quite a few of them. If he's looking closely, Estinien might observe that they're the ones that have been growing outside the little rose-covered cottage in the town.

[shuttersense]

Peppers? That's an interesting find.

[Also she will take that warning to heart. She hates being struck by lightning, thank you very much.]

[bloodyashes]

I have seeds for tomatoes, too, but that attempt didn't go so well.

[shuttersense]

Tomatoes? That's highly unusual. But I suppose it makes sense with the weather.

Then again, I was surprised with the rice.

[bloodyashes]

They're pretty close to a staple where I come from. It's been a bit frustrating.

[angel_of_death]

I tried to save them, but I'm not exactly a gardener by trade.

[He's a little disappointed, too. He wanted them for cooking. But hey, at least he rescued the peppers.

Speaking of which...]

Don't forget to save some of those peppers for us.

[bloodyashes]

Don't worry, there's plenty. Some on the plants that will ripen by the end of the day, too. By the time we dry them all we might even be able to sell some back to the market.

[shuttersense]

I can understand that. But I'm sure we can find ways to adapt, even if it's not exactly what we know and enjoy.

[There's a pause and:]

How's the rest of the garden coming along? Would you do better with some assistance?

[bloodyashes]

It seems to mostly take care of itself, really. There's plenty of vegetables, I can bring you pretty much whatever you want.

[masterofthewhip]

Richter didn't see the announcement in the journals, but he does come across Asch and the basket of peppers on his way outside. That's enough to give him pause.

"Spinel... Would it disturb you if I asked your forgiveness for my behavior in the night?" Richter looks... embarrassed, more than anything. His speech is awkwardly formal, because apology. "I nigh let my anger consume me, and 'twas wrong to expose you to that."

[bloodyashes]

Asch looks up from where he's settled in with a sketch. "I don't think of it as anything worth apologizing for. If you think you're angry..."

Imagine how he feels. Just imagine.

[masterofthewhip]

Richter nods, almost absentmindedly. He's obviously thinking along the same lines.

"What is that young man to you, Spinel? You say you are not brothers, yet you share a face." Except the scars and eyes, but that hardly needs to be said. Richter does not look directly at Asch, instead opting to bend over and take a large green pepper from the basket, and cracking it open deftly with his hands. Seeds. He's not sure what he was expecting.

[bloodyashes]

Seeds and a bit of fragrant juice that at least betrays that the pepper in question isn't particularly spicy.

"He's a replica of me." Simple and to the point. It's only natural that they share the face (and everything else) when one is a direct copy of the other.

[masterofthewhip]

"A replica?" So Richter was close but off the mark with his comment about doppelgangers. He nods.

"You two seem quite different, though. If not in appearance, then in personality." He continues to peel apart the pepper, tearing out the seeds. "Do you want these seeds back?"