[Voice / backdated to May 11th]

[dissonates]

[It had taken a few days for him to notice a certain housemate's disappearance - the man had been kidnapped, after all, and Asch didn't make a habit of nosing around in his room. It had been instinct more than anything that had made him poke his head in to check Van's room this morning.

The room had been empty. It's a familiar feeling, standing there in a room that used to hold someone important. Not necessarily treasured or even missed, this time, but undeniably important. And there's a fleeting thought, one he has to bury with the rest of the ideas that he doesn't share with people: how long until he's alone again?

...Yep, not sharing that one. He does close the door behind himself, though, sit down on the bed, and open his journal.]

Van Grants has gone home.

[He won't be all that chatty, but the message definitely needed to be conveyed.]

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voice;

[gleamed]

You're right! I am. [And she's very proud of that.]

voice;

[dissonates]

[You're not supposed to look so happy about that 8|]

In other words, no matter what I tell you, you'll probably just do whatever you want anyway.

voice;

[gleamed]

It's likely, yes.

[SHE DOES WHAT SHE WANTS!]

voice;

[dissonates]

[SIGH, so predictable. In that "I hate when I'm right" way.]

...Then I guess I'll just tell you to do whatever you want.

voice;

[gleamed]

Then I will. [Ha.] Thanks, Asch. I hope you're okay! Really okay and not just saying so!

voice;

[dissonates]

Why would I say so if I wasn't? I have no obligation to reassure you.

[Don't you just love how nice he is, Rapunzel]

voice;

[gleamed]

Well, I guess you're right about that...

[STILL, SHE IS SUSPICIOUS.]

voice;

[dissonates]

[God, you blonds, never taking him at his word.]

...What was with the hair, anyway? For you, I mean.

voice;

[gleamed]

Oh--my hair? Well, it's, um...[She's been better about this since her trip home and learning about who she really was. But old habits die hard.] Well? It's special.

voice;

[dissonates]

I noticed that much.

[Normal hair does not grow like that, okay.]

voice;

[gleamed]

And it...can do special things?

[She's taking baby steps, okay.]

voice;

[dissonates]

[His brow lifts, but he says nothing. Like what, change colours? Because he's pretty sure he remembers it being brown for a while there.]

voice;

[gleamed]

Liiiike......

[She trusts Asch. He might be a little frowny, but he's a trustworthy guy!]

Heals things?

voice;

[dissonates]

...You heal people. With your hair.

[Four years in Luceti, and he's heard plenty of weird stuff.

That... is definitely in the top-ten list.]

voice;

[gleamed]

Yeaaaaaah...I know, that probably sounds really weird, doesn't it?

voice;

[dissonates]

Hm. Not the strangest thing I've ever heard, but...

[Yep, still weird.]

It sound like a useful ability.

voice;

[gleamed]

Oh, it is! It definitely is. All I have to do is sing a song, and there it goes!

voice;

[dissonates]

...You sing to your hair?

[This is getting more and more "what the hell" by the minute.]

voice;

[gleamed]

Yes! That's it exactly.

[You're so keen, Asch.]

voice;

[dissonates]

[He has his moments.]

So the song... activates the magic? Sounds like a fonic hymn.

voice;

[gleamed]

A fonic hymn? Is that something you can do?

[She bets you have a lovely singing voice.]

voice;

[dissonates]

[Oh, he does- the plus side of being the literal incarnation of the very element of sound. But good luck ever hearing it.]

Not me. The ability is rare on my world. I know someone who can, though.

voice;

[gleamed]

You do? Are they here? In Luceti?

[Magic singers unite, aw yeah.]

voice;

[dissonates]

Yeah, she's here. Her name is Tear Grants. She's a friend of Luke's.

voice;

[gleamed]

Tear? [What a pretty name!] I'll have to look for her. Thank you, Asch! I've never met someone who could do what I do before.