dissonates | [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 ~~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.

[....

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.]

[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.

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?]

[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.

...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.]

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.

[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.]

[A nod is more than enough for her. So she just smiles to herself and starts towards the door.]

I'll talk to you soon.

[And she's out.]

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

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