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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Yes, Mr. Asch. Number 47, right? This is it.

[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?

Mm. [This is trickier than he'd expected it to be- he'd taken a while to adjust to the locations of all the essentials in the clinic, and now he's going to have to do it all over again... ugh, this is a huge hassle. He gestures vaguely for Ginji to deal with it, though, reaching a hand out to seek the door frame. He can at least try to direct himself through it.]

[Ginji lets go of Asch's arm and steps forward to swing the door in, then spends a few seconds negotiating with the lights. Asch might not need them, but it'll make the entranceway look a little brighter.]

[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".

[Asch finds the wall by the door after a moment of patting around, nudging his boots off before starting forward again, his movements careful, trying to map the room out in his mind. The layout isn't too difficult, mercifully- the kitchen is dead ahead, and he can follow the wall on the right side to his own bedroom. The only tricky part is going to be the bathroom. Damnable stairs.

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.

[Poor guy. It's stupid, probably, but Ginji can't help feeling sympathetic.]

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.

[He wants to refuse- wants to get angry at being fussed over, to take back his independence and dammit do everything for himself like always. He hates accepting help and even more than that, he hates being forced to take it.

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.]

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