Asch the Bloody (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dissonates) wrote2012-05-22 01:04 am
dissonates) wrote2012-05-22 01:04 am
[Written...? / Action, May 20th and beyond]
[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
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I-I could read to you! If you would like. I've always loved reading stories, and if it would help you...I'd be more than happy.
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The next question is whether or not his pride will allow for it. Stalling tactics is a go!]
...I... don't have any books here.
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And speaking of pie, he's... going to attempt to eat his. Slowly, so he doesn't end up with blueberry all over his chin. It's hard to eat when you can't see your own utensil.]
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What if I came back tomorrow to read to you?
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[Stubborn. He remembers this about her.]
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I won't force you into anything you don't want to do. But if it'll make you happy, of course I will.
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[There is twist of unease and resignation in his tone, finally getting a bite of the pie. He's not really giving her a clear answer of yes or no, though- he'll leave that up to her. He's still got his pride, dammit.]
...Your baking's good.
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You think so? [There's the sound of a smile in her voice.] I'm so glad.
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I'm not... very good at this. [He makes a vague gesture- this. Socializing. Conversation. Smiling when he offers weak compliments. Normal.] Fair warning.
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[Far from it. Far, far from it.]
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[His tone isn't as incredulous as one might normally expect.]
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She stole me when I was a baby. Because of what my hair can do. She wanted to use its powers to keep herself young forever.
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No one should have anything in common with him, dammit.]
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She never told me who I really was, or that she wasn't my real mother. She only told me I could never leave my tower because of how terrible the world outside would be if they found out what I could do.
So I didn't. I stayed there for eighteen years, but...I didn't want things to be like that forever. Despite what she told me, I wanted to go outside. I wanted to be part of the world.
[A small, sad sigh.] I thought I was the one who'd betrayed her when I left. But I found out the truth, about who she really was--about who I really was.
action; ....perfection. now I have to play it too
Eighteen years... much longer than him. And a different situation, granted, but still... unpleasant.]
...Who did you realize you are?
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The lost princess.
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h e h
He smiles faintly - and briefly - unable to help feeling disturbed by the tale. it's nostalgic, and he hates nostalgia.]
So there are people like that on other worlds... of course. But you've managed to find yourself anyway.
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[She has to wonder. If Eugene hadn't showed up in her tower that day, would she ever have left on her own volition? She's...not sure.]
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He doesn't smile this time. Their situations are too different- she actually wanted to go back. He didn't have that luxury. So it's okay that he couldn't.]
So what happened?
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[She sounds rather chipper about that. Even if Eugene became her friend, she was still proud of that one.]
I hid the treasure he had stolen in my tower and told him he had to take me to see the floating lanterns before he could have it back. [The lost princess' crown. Her crown.] So he did. We left my tower while my mother was away and traveled to the castle town where they release the floating lanterns--every year, on my birthday.
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