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Asher's favorite place on campus, so far, was the Hermes dorm -- which was probably a good thing, considering he'd be living there. Still, he couldn't spend all his time there. It was boring, and maybe just a bit lonely. He should have brought his bike.

Apparently he could go get it soon, at least. Until then, he'd wander -- lie on a bench in the empty Assembly Hall and stare at the sky, sit on the edge of the cliffs by the Artemis dorm and throw stones into the lake below, stand by the edge of the woods and frown at the strangely unsettling feeling of them.

Eventually, his lonely wanderings landed him on the track around the field, and then next to Lincoln: quiet, smirking just idly to himself at the sheer height of the man, his hands in his pockets as he looked over the dummies -- and then the weapons -- himself.

"What is this, Hunger Games?"

"Mostly I was here to watch the suckers get the s**t pummelled out of them by those dummies." He was unabashed, easy going and bright -- raising one eyebrow as he met Lincoln's eyes. Let him frown: Asher was all smiles, even if they were meaningless, quirked at one corner that turned them from friendly to something else entirely. It looked like he was on the edge of daring people to do something stupid at all times.

Maybe he was.

"Do you even need to train?" It came with the urge to poke at one of Lincoln's arms; he resisted. Not that Asher was in bad shape himself, but it was all lean muscle, made for speed instead of strength. He tucked hands into his pockets against the urge.