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Title: December 13, 2008: Jade
Fandom: Tales of The Abyss
Warnings: MOC/MOC, Guy/Luke.
Summary: One encounter with a rather unique Luke!replica.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the concept.
Written for December 13, 2008, in celebration of the year ending/Christmas.
Prompt: a crossdressing Mimic
Jade sighed, covering his eyes as he listened to the loud argument going on around him. Leave it to Asch –and technically Luke- to have a replica self that liked to wear dresses, slutty dresses at that and speak with an outrageous southern accent. At least he was better than the multitudes of women that seemed to come out of the woodwork wherever the party traveled, claiming to be another replica/Guy’s long lost sister/his/Guy’s/Luke’s/Asch’s childhood friend and everything else in between, but only in the respect that he wasn’t interested in any of the party members, only in a long haired blond man dressed completely in black hovering near the corner of the bar, who Jade strongly suspected was a thief.
“Ahm tellin’ you now. Ah don’t want anythin’ to do with you an’ your little savin’ tha world party.” The replica said, Jade hadn’t caught his name, a scowl on his painted lips as he glared at Natalia. He placed his hands on his hips, the tight shimmering black fabric stretching over his flat chest. “Me’n Jack...” Jade assumed he meant the blond at the bar. “...we do well ‘nough on our own. We don’t need no nobles butting into our business.
“But...” Natalia protested, biting her lip as she glanced at Luke, who was keeping out of it, staying as far away from both ‘women’ as he could and not making eye contact. Jade recognized that the Princess was making a desperate last attempt to at least ensnare one of the Fon Fabre replicas –Asch refused to reclaim the status which would allow her to at least consort with him, and Luke was... usually entangled with Guy-, even though it was obvious that this one also shared the same tastes as Luke
“No buts lady.” The crossdresser said, green eyes narrowed dangerously. The blond man at the bar made a move towards his sword, gently resting his hand on the hilt as he watched the two converse. “Ah said no, an’ Ah mean no. So kindly get your roy-all ass outta mah bar.”
Sorry, but this was all I could force myself to write with Tales of the Abyss. The other prompts didn’t quite fit.
Fandom: Tales of The Abyss
Warnings: MOC/MOC, Guy/Luke.
Summary: One encounter with a rather unique Luke!replica.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the concept.
Written for December 13, 2008, in celebration of the year ending/Christmas.
Prompt: a crossdressing Mimic
Jade sighed, covering his eyes as he listened to the loud argument going on around him. Leave it to Asch –and technically Luke- to have a replica self that liked to wear dresses, slutty dresses at that and speak with an outrageous southern accent. At least he was better than the multitudes of women that seemed to come out of the woodwork wherever the party traveled, claiming to be another replica/Guy’s long lost sister/his/Guy’s/Luke’s/Asch’s childhood friend and everything else in between, but only in the respect that he wasn’t interested in any of the party members, only in a long haired blond man dressed completely in black hovering near the corner of the bar, who Jade strongly suspected was a thief.
“Ahm tellin’ you now. Ah don’t want anythin’ to do with you an’ your little savin’ tha world party.” The replica said, Jade hadn’t caught his name, a scowl on his painted lips as he glared at Natalia. He placed his hands on his hips, the tight shimmering black fabric stretching over his flat chest. “Me’n Jack...” Jade assumed he meant the blond at the bar. “...we do well ‘nough on our own. We don’t need no nobles butting into our business.
“But...” Natalia protested, biting her lip as she glanced at Luke, who was keeping out of it, staying as far away from both ‘women’ as he could and not making eye contact. Jade recognized that the Princess was making a desperate last attempt to at least ensnare one of the Fon Fabre replicas –Asch refused to reclaim the status which would allow her to at least consort with him, and Luke was... usually entangled with Guy-, even though it was obvious that this one also shared the same tastes as Luke
“No buts lady.” The crossdresser said, green eyes narrowed dangerously. The blond man at the bar made a move towards his sword, gently resting his hand on the hilt as he watched the two converse. “Ah said no, an’ Ah mean no. So kindly get your roy-all ass outta mah bar.”
Sorry, but this was all I could force myself to write with Tales of the Abyss. The other prompts didn’t quite fit.
