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

[dissonates]

[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.))

Comments

[Voice]

[dissonates]

Why are you making such a big deal out of food?

[Voice]

[knightofratatosk]

Huh? I just thought it might cheer you up a little bit, that's all...

[Voice]

[dissonates]

Well, stop it. Just bring over whatever you want.

[He's not so easily cheered, sorry bro.]

[Voice/Action]

[knightofratatosk]

Okay, I will!

[And sure enough, about 45 minutes later Emil will make his way to the clinic in search of Asch, a plastic container in hand.

THERE WILL BE CHEERING WHETHER ASCH LIKES IT OR NOT.]

[Voice/Action]

[dissonates]

[He'll have to pry that cheer from Asch kicking and screaming, because right now he's lying in the bed looking bored out of his mind. He's flipping through his journal trying to find something interesting to listen to, but he's had no luck so far. Hence: boredom.]

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

[As far as Emil can tell, Asch is just bored, which is... pretty normal for him. There's nothing unusual enough to give him cause for suspicion just yet, so he'll give a cheerful wave as he walks into the room, completely unaware that Asch can't see him at all.]

I'm here!

[Action]

[dissonates]

[Well, he is bored, but when Emil announces his arrival, Asch only glances over slightly, lips pursing, unable to meet Emil in the eye. This is going to be a little awkward, isn't it.]

Hey.

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

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?

[Action]

[dissonates]

[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.]

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

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.

[Action]

[dissonates]

...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.

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

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.

[Action]

[dissonates]

[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.

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

[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.]

[Action]

[dissonates]

[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.]

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

[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...?

[Action]

[dissonates]

Yeah, it is. [His tone is flat, somewhat dismissive.] Don't start making a big deal about it, though, because you know it's temporary.

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

I know, but...

[Then he catches himself. Asch said not to make a big deal about it, and besides, it must be awkward enough to be dealing with this, let alone explaining it to everyone else. Acting all upset about it isn't going to help anyone.]

... okay. Let's figure out how you can eat this.

[Action]

[dissonates]

Just pass it over, I can handle it.

[This still counts as causing a fuss, Emil, stop it 8|]

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

[All right, all right, passing it over very carefully, making sure that Asch has got a good grip on the bowl before he removes his own hands just in case.

He hopes this will not be a disaster...]

[Action]

[dissonates]

[God, with Emil so tense, how the hell is Asch supposed to relax? He's not that bad about eating at this point, so once he has a steady grip on the bowl, he lifts it cautiously to his lips, blowing first before taking a sip.

....]

It's not bad.

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

[Hey, he doesn't want Asch to burn himself by spilling it in his lap or anything, okay. He doesn't know just how good the other boy is or isn't at handling things just yet, but he seems to be doing fine on his own so far, so Emil relaxes a little.]

Huh? You like it? I'm glad. I wanted to make something that would help get your energy back up.

[Action]

[dissonates]

It's not like I was injured, you know.

[He doesn't see what the big deal is. He's only staying here because it's more convenient than trying to stagger home blindly.]

[Action]

[knightofratatosk]

I know, but...

[... being dead is kind of a lot worse than being injured, not that he's going to say that out loud. HE WAS THERE, MAN. He tried to heal you when it happened.]

[Action]

[dissonates]

[But at least death made the injury temporary?]

But nothing. I'm fine, I'm just- ...adjusting.