dissonates | [Written...? / Action, May 20th and beyond]

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[It starts with a hum.

It's quiet, barely perceptible, like a fruit fry buzzing away in someone's ear. Across the village, it starts flickering to life in the mind of one Luke fon Fabre, miles away, awake and unaware and waiting for it.

The hum becomes a whisper. Wordless noise. An echo of something that used to be alive and loud and binding. Intrusive, almost, and yet not- because something missed, needed, eagerly and anxiously awaited is rarely unwanted.

The whisper becomes words, messy and jumbled and confused, a thought process born of desperation, fear, pain, loneliness. The words of the dead, or the dying, or the living. Of all three at once.

I'm here.

imhereimhereimherereplicaimherewhereareyou

help me

Alive. Alive.

And calling for him.]

[It's much later - after he's found, after he's awake and aware of his new situation - that Asch finally touches the journal. He toys with the controls, flips through the pages quietly, listening to everything that's open to hear. It feels... startlingly normal. Just your average day in Luceti. Life does go on without you- but then, he knew that long ago. This is nothing new.

...Well, almost nothing. It's hard to do much of anything when you can't see the world you're used to seeing around you. Not for the first little while, anyway. By touch and trial-and-error he finds the camera eventually, and he scribbles out a bit of nonsense in what he thinks is the entry area that almost looks like words, he sends out a few misfired comments to complete strangers, and in the end he thinks the entire journal system isn't nearly user-friendly enough. Eventually he gives up and sets it aside, leaving it open. Just. Listens.

It's not much. But for the moment, it'll do.]

((ooc: okay so here's the deal- Asch is back from the dead and blind. He'll be in the clinic for a while while he gets used to it, so feel free to use this post as a catch-all in case people want to visit/stumble upon him for the entire week. His scribble entry is also sort-of posted with a slightly-obscured picture, so if you'd rather use the voice function to bug him, feel free |D Word will probably get around that he's back one way or another.

Luke may or may not be with him depending on the time of visit; more often than not, he will be ~~attached at the hip~~ keeping an eye on Asch and helping him to see. He might also be asleep or taking a break. Feel free to specify; if he is there, he probably won't speak much (to save Kukki's inbox and to simplify things), so it's just a matter of whether or not your character will be seen.))

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I'm not doing this because I'm taking pity on you. [Her voice is suddenly stern, and her hand nearly flinches away, but she keeps it there determinedly.]

You're my friend, Asch, and I just...want you to be happy. And if there's a way for me to help that, then of course I'm going to try it.

Hey Asch.

[Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately, depending on how Asch views it) Emil just thinks that Asch is feeling awkward about the whole having died thing. But that's okay, because he'll just head right on over to the bed, holding up that container he's carrying to show it to the other boy.]

I brought some chicken and rice soup because I thought that would be easy to eat. Do you want any now, or should I put it somewhere for later?

[Ginji hastens to get out of the redhead's way. Having his feet stepped on isn't Ginji's idea of a good time, much less the risk of accidentally tripping Asch in the process.]

[So he'll make busy gathering Asch's things together and devising a way for them to travel a bit more easily. Asch did say 'now', after all. Maybe he'll be a little less crabby in the comfort of his own home.]

...Okay. Then you might want to bring an umbrella or a jacket. It's still pretty wet out.

[....

Yep, still weirded out when he hears that said to him. It's not that he believes that he has no friends, he just... doesn't get why. He sure as hell hasn't earned it.

After a moment's pause, though, he does nod. Because- okay. If she wants to think of him as one, he won't argue. He won't understand, and he won't say the feeling is mutual, but he won't argue.]

[Soup? Oh god, that sounds like a nightmare. He pauses for a moment, then lifts his head and glances in Emil's direction, unable to meet his eyes. He has no idea that anything is even being shown to him.]

...Is there a straw?

[He's... pretty sure he can't eat something like soup without it. He'll drip it all over his chin and there are no words to describe how much he does not want that happening.]

[She'll gently squeeze his arm before withdrawing her hand and smoothing out her skirt. That's good enough for her. He's heard her out, and she's hopefully made some kind of a positive difference to him.]

Would you like the leftovers? You should have them.

A straw?

[Why would you ask for a straw with soup? This makes no sense to Emil. Spoons are far more practical.

Maybe it's some weird Auldrant thing.]

No, I brought a spoon. It's way too thick to eat through a straw, and besides, the pieces of chicken wouldn't be able to fit up the straw.

I have a coat in the closet. [He gestures vaguely with one hand - probably in the wrong direction, but he doesn't care much, as there's only one closet - and gathers up his cards with the other. Getting wet isn't an issue for him. Getting out is.]

I suppose it's better than the usual trash that they serve here.

[Harsh, perhaps, and a bit of an exaggeration, but who could correct him?]

...Tch. [Dammit... so much for that idea. Awkwardly he reaches a hand out in Emil's direction, his gaze focused somewhere between Emil and the food itself.] Fine, I'll try it. If it's cool enough I can just sip it, I guess.

[And she smiles to herself at that. As hard as it may be for him, he's still Asch.]

I hope so! I have more I could bring, too.

[He's quickly catching onto the fact that the hand gestures are misleading. No use in pointing it out, though. Habit. Ginji just shrugs.]

[The location of the coat is pinpointed with relative ease (there's nowhere else much to look), and with Asch's other things gathered together and waterproofed (an unused trashbag should keep the rain off at least), Ginji walks back over to the redhead - boots thudding dully against the floor - with Asch's coat held out.]

Well, I think that's everything. Here's your coat. [Um... Should he give him directions?] It's at arm's length, right in front of you, just below shoulder height.

Okay, lemme go get a bowl and a spoon for it and I'll be right back.

[Because he totally didn't forget to bring those with him or anything. At least there plenty to be had in the clinic and it will only be a couple of minutes before he returns armed with said items.

He may not be able to see it, but Asch should at least be able to smell the delicious scent that wafts from the bowl as Emil pours it into the bowl and then holds it out to the redhead.]

Here you go.

[ ... she smiles, and is abruptly a little glad he can't see her do it. ]

Yeah, actually. I checked, before I realized it might be better to start with these instead. But I can go get one!

...Like I said, do whatever you want.

[Stubborn as he is, it was good pie. He wouldn't say no to more of her cooking.]

[Asch pauses, looking down, then cautiously reaches a hand out, curved into a palm. Please don't burn him, Emil.]

You should know that I can't see.

[He shakes his head, passing his fingers over the letters once more.]

It's fine. It's just that there would be no sense in learning a new language if there was nothing to read.

[Asch scoffs quietly, as if dismissing Ginji's "help", but he does reach out for it, grasping the material and sorting out which way it's meant to be worn before sliding it on. He's trusting Ginji to tell him if it's inside-out or something equally ridiculous. He's gotten better at dressing himself without being able to see what he's doing, but these things do happen sometimes.]

[Now it's Emil's turn to pause halfway into handing to bowl over-- not that Asch can tell, of course.]

You... what?

[He isn't quite putting two and two together just yet.]

[Ginji doesn't take it personally. As much as Asch must hate this, he's got to like it better than spending extra time fumbling around. Besides, the real problem is getting Asch back to his house. Down and up steps, around any other obstacles - without getting tripped up in the mud. It's sure to be a slow trek across the village, but it has to be done...since he's not sure Asch would go for a wheelchair or cane or anything that'd make his handicap obvious.]

[Once Asch has got his coat on straight (he really would have said if he didn't):] Anyway, I figure it'd be easiest if you just follow me out. That way I can let you know when there's stairs or anything else coming up. You can always grab onto my arm if you need to.

[...Or come back in about thirty minutes and he'll devise something 20% cooler involving metal, wheels, racing stripes, and a fine-print safety disclaimer.]

Edited 2012-07-13 23:38 (UTC)

[Asch says nothing, waiting. He can't see the bowl, what Emil is doing, what he's looking at- there's no focus to his gaze at all.]

It's all yours, then. I'll stop by with more in a day or two. [She slips off of her chair, taking a deep breath. Okay. Things were going to be...okay.]

Take care, Asch. I know everything will be alright eventually.

[Emil just continues to hold the bowl, suddenly unsure as to whether he should actually hand it to Asch or not, noting that unfocused gaze. There's no way Asch could be faking that...]

Is it... is it because you died...?

[Grab his arm? How much of a child does Ginji think he is? Of all the stupid, frustrating offers he's had this week, that-

-makes a lot more sense as Asch makes it to the doorway and promptly trips over a bit of jutted flooring that he couldn't see, both hands lurching out to grab whatever is handy in order to pretend himself from falling flat on his face. One of those is the doorframe, and the other is Ginji's belt.

....Okay, that could have gone better.]

...F... fine. You can lead me out.

[He hesitates for a moment, mulling it over, then nods reluctantly. Four months. He has four months to wait, and then everything can just go back to the way it was.

It's true that nothing lasts forever, even in this miserable place.]

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