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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[masterofthewhip]

At that, Richter chuckles, but it's the kind of laugh that a man makes when he's trying not to cry. "The wroth of the mad is certainly terrible. I would never wish it on anyone, least of all you, Spinel. I'm sorry you went through that."

[bloodyashes]

Asch doesn't dismiss it, but he does seem a bit uncomfortable with the sympathy. He seems almost to be paying the peppers more attention than the man. "It was years ago. Save it for the ones who just went through it."

[masterofthewhip]

"Alright. I suppose that your friend needs it more." After all, his torture just ended in the night. Fresh scars may sting the most, but old ones still smart, and Richter nods at Asch, deeply enough to convey a measure of respect for his recovery.

[bloodyashes]

He nods in return, the thought not occurring to him that it's slightly odd to respond to a physical cue he's not looking at. Though he wouldn't especially call Luke a friend, for once he doesn't object to it. "I'm just worried that he'll do something stupid."

[masterofthewhip]

"If he has half your strength, he won't. If you're that worried, however..." Richter straightens up, dusting off his pants idly. "... I can go talk to him." Richter begins to remove his shirt, the better to adapt to the summer heat. His torso is covered in scars and signs of violence, the deepest of which is a set of claw marks across his ribs, but the most prolific of which...

... Well. He did mention being held a year against his will. Asch can put two and two together.

[bloodyashes]

"It feels like the worry is in my bones at this point. I'm not sure if having someone else talk to him will do any good or not." Asch only gives Richter's movements the briefest of glances before turning away again; he's not bothered by the scars, but he's also not interested in looking. Some part of him, Baticul-bred-and-raised, thinks the man is a bit of a wimp for needing to take his shirt off in the first place. "You're welcome to try, but if he wants to leave, let him."

[masterofthewhip]

Richter is hardly offended. Asch is a warrior, and has seen his share of battle scars. Nor would he be offended if Asch admitted what he's thinking; Richter would be the first to concede that he doesn't tolerate labor in the heat well.

"Alright. I will be sure to not threaten him or his escape routes." Richter nods. He knows he's big and somewhat frightening, but he also knows how to mitigate that. It's not a problem.

[bloodyashes]

Yeah, well. Sometimes Asch is a bit of a snoot. He's plenty aware that he handles cold about as well, but at least with cold you can just bundle up more, or start a fire, or something. People who are miserable in the heat are just miserable.

...Unless they're Dist, who apparently went off and invented a cooling machine when he got to Grand Chokmah, which by Asch's measure isn't even that warm, but there you go.

"That should be fine, then."

[masterofthewhip]

Dist is a weirdo.

Richter nods once more, then begins to walk away. His back is horribly scarred, where apparently he was whipped, flayed, and strung up on a spiked wheel at the same time. Who even knows what he's faced.