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
[Action]
Cat's over by the window right now. Let's see...If you'll handle those and the journal, I'll take care of the rest. Whenever you're ready.
I've got the afternoon off, and most of tomorrow. Doesn't look like it'd take more than a trip and a half anyway.
[Action]
[He pauses for thought, lips pursing, then straightens up in his bed, drawing the covers aside to drop his legs out over the edge. Hopefully without kicking Ginji in the process, because he's not apologizing if he does.]
Now. I'm sick of this place, and I want to be in my own house.
[He snaps his fingers, and Tsuae looks up, meowing reluctantly. Really? They have to leave? It's so cozy here.]
[Action]
[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.
[Action]
[Action]
[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.
[Action]
[Action]
[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.]
[Action]
-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.
[Action] One of these days I'll gagtag you...
[Ginji frowns concernedly, but rather than arguing, he hoists Asch's things over one shoulder and trails along behind him. Good thing, too. The pilot barely has time to register what just happened before Asch decides using his coat belt for a railing is a good idea. It isn't, but it's enough to keep Asch from crashing into the floor. After readjusting his balance, Ginji reaches out to grip the underside of Asch's arm.]
[Yeah, it probably could have. Someone should really take a hammer to that floor.]
It's no problem, Mr. Asch. I realize you don't like relying on other people for help, but there didn't seem to be much way around it this time.
[Action] so many missed opportunities
...It's... just temporary. I'll get it taken care of soon.
[Action] I'll make it up to you someday.
This'll still last a while, though. What do you plan on doing in the meantime?
[Every once in a while Asch can expect cues like "we're at the top of the stairs" or "the next board has some give" or "here's the door". Outside they will become notifications of loose gravel, uneven ground, inclines, and so on assuming there are any of these things to encounter in the first place. All the while light, forgettable elevator music may or may not play in the background, just to keep the bracket text from becoming entirely monotonous.]
[Action] I'll believe it when I see it!!
His voice is quiet when he finally responds, after a long pause of thinking over Ginji's question. There honestly isn't an easy answer for it. At least the pilot is good with directions, so the trek isn't as daunting as he'd thought that it might be. Bastard is really too good at what he does
unless it requires a safe landing.]...I'll figure something out. It's not as if I'm completely helpless here- there are still things I'll be able to do.
[And he'll think of them! ...Eventually!]
[Action] When you least expect it. .............that wasn't it though.
...Mhm, I know. And I'm sure you will. You're always figuring things out in a pinch.
[Well, a little encouragement never hurt anyone. Not that Asch is really doing that great of a job convincing Ginji that he's close to a breakthrough at this very moment.]
By the way, here we are.
of course not, what was I thinking...
[There's a slight tinge of relief in his voice, much as he tries to hide it. More than anything right now he wants the security of his own place- his home, his room, his bed, not some sterilized metal prison disguised as a place of healing.]
[Action]
[Ginji readjusts the bag over his shoulder and guides Asch up to the front of the building. Seems like it'll be quite a bit more difficult to maneuver for someone who can't see, but at least it'll be nice and homey.]
Should I get the door?
[Action]
[Action]
[Seeing as Asch is determined to do this last bit for himself, Ginji decides it's best to just stand back out of his way. Maybe not too far back; if he tripped again that'd be fairly catastrophic.]
There we are. The door's open, so... "welcome back".
[Action]
He's lost in thought for a while, still working his way forward, so when he pauses and glances partway over his shoulder, it's pretty belated, and his tone is kind of reluctant. It's at least a little sincere, though.]
...Thank you.
[Action]
Don't worry, Mr. Asch. I'll get out of your hair as soon as I put these away. [Maybe he should specify what he's talking about, but the only thing he's got with him is Asch's stuff; he'll figure it out. And it shouldn't be a problem for Ginji, either, if he can figure out where said stuff goes. Probably in a closet somewhere, he reckons.]
But hey, if you want, I can bring you food again tomorrow. [Or whatever. It's weird not being part of a team and being given jobs to do. Nowadays Ginji pretty much calls his own shots, imagine that.]
Anyway, you know how to get ahold of me.
[Action]
This wouldn't be the first time Ginji's had to help him, though. So with a quiet, reluctant sigh, he merely nods his head, trusting Ginji to notice it. The offer is there, and accepting it is better than outright asking for help later. Until he figures out how to start cooking for himself, this is much better than starving, and he has no idea what Arietta's cooking is like. Better safe than sorry.]