Asch the Bloody (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dissonates) wrote2012-07-08 10:21 pm
dissonates) wrote2012-07-08 10:21 pm
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[Silence.
There's too much of it. It burns into his mind, the echo of emptiness in the corner of it, that ache he can't seem to brush aside no matter how he tries to distract himself. He's tried going outside, he's tried burying himself in that braille stuff Xion gave him, he's tried striking up conversations with his housemates (even the animals), but he runs out of things to say far too quickly and in the back of his mind it's always there. The silence, the echo. The fact that something is missing.
Dead.
And then he's had enough.
The journal's camera is partially obscured when the feed flickers on, and what it does show is his face - eyes, a flash of red hair, his bangs down - just enough to make it seem like he's not quite himself. His voice, too, is softened; it's not as open and friendly as Luke would have been when greeting the village, but it lacks the usual anger or pent-up frustrations of the socially-awkward soldier. If anything it sounds... hushed, weary, tinged with a bit of desperation. He needs this. Whether or not he wants to do it is irrelevant.
It hurts. The silence hurts, more than last time when Luke had been sent home, and he honestly hadn't thought it would.]
Tell me about your day. Tell me a story. Talk about anything. Today I'm listening.
[He might not care. He might not be nice about it. He might not even remember it later. But he'll listen.
He just needs to hear something, so he can forget about the nothing in his head for a while.]
((Asch is blind, so all tags must be voice/action or he cannot respond to them!))
There's too much of it. It burns into his mind, the echo of emptiness in the corner of it, that ache he can't seem to brush aside no matter how he tries to distract himself. He's tried going outside, he's tried burying himself in that braille stuff Xion gave him, he's tried striking up conversations with his housemates (even the animals), but he runs out of things to say far too quickly and in the back of his mind it's always there. The silence, the echo. The fact that something is missing.
Dead.
And then he's had enough.
The journal's camera is partially obscured when the feed flickers on, and what it does show is his face - eyes, a flash of red hair, his bangs down - just enough to make it seem like he's not quite himself. His voice, too, is softened; it's not as open and friendly as Luke would have been when greeting the village, but it lacks the usual anger or pent-up frustrations of the socially-awkward soldier. If anything it sounds... hushed, weary, tinged with a bit of desperation. He needs this. Whether or not he wants to do it is irrelevant.
It hurts. The silence hurts, more than last time when Luke had been sent home, and he honestly hadn't thought it would.]
Tell me about your day. Tell me a story. Talk about anything. Today I'm listening.
[He might not care. He might not be nice about it. He might not even remember it later. But he'll listen.
He just needs to hear something, so he can forget about the nothing in his head for a while.]
((Asch is blind, so all tags must be voice/action or he cannot respond to them!))
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[ tell him about her day. hmm. ] Today I woke up and used the prayer beads my grandpa gave to me. At home, I live on an island that's mostly a temple - Air Temple Island. There are lots of monks and nuns there, people we call Air Acolytes. They live there and help us, bringing back our culture. I like meditating in the mornings and stuff, even if sometimes it can be a little boring. I think it's a little peaceful, too.
After that I went and made breakfast for myself, only Grandpa helped, and then I cleaned up. And then there was airbending practice, 'cause I have to do that every day, but it's really fun so I don't mind. And then I met Chien and Soren for lunch at the bakery. And I talked to new people, on the journals and around town, and it was a good day. At dinner, we always eat together - everyone in my house. That's one of our house rules. I like it, though, 'cause you get to see everyone and talk to them, and I think that the more people you eat with, the better food tastes, y'know?
[ voice ] i love you already aaaa
I'm Asch. ...What's airbending?
[ voice ] askejtskjt why thank you~~
Well! Where I'm from, there're people called benders. What they do is bend an element - man-i-pul-ate an element. There're four kinds, just like there're four nations - though I guess we've also got the Republic - but anyway, there are four kinds. Airbenders, from the Air Nomads. Waterbenders, from the Water Tribe. Earthbenders, from the Earth Kingdom. And firebenders, from the Fire Nation!
An airbender is someone - like me! - who can use air to do things. Like, I can make airballs and air scooters and can fly'n stuff if I use the air currents right, 'cept I don't have my glider right now.
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There's similar abilities on my world, though they're not separated by nations, and we have seven elements, not four.
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The first through sixth, sure. The ability to use the seventh is rare. ...What's an Avatar?
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[Congratulations, Ikki, you've just met one of the world's youngest-looking middle aged men.]