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

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[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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[All day today, Luke had been waiting for the link to come to life. He might have been a little desperate, finally on his back to make looking at the clock easier. He's not sure exactly what time all of that... happened, but he's sure it wasn't too late in the day. He'd barely gotten any sleep that night, and now he just glances at the clock every two minutes and wonders why clocks are so stupid.

Then there's the hum. For a moment, Luke isn't sure what it is. He squints and raises his good arm to wave a hand near his ear, only to realize that it isn't going away.

It's after that moment that he starts to recognize it. He sits up in bed, and Xion is beside him and he's making vague and hurried comments about Asch before he tries to move himself. And to his surprise, she's actually helping him get up and find strength in his legs again.

The hum becomes a whisper.

Luke leaves the clinic by himself, needing to do this by himself. He has to stop every now and then to lean against the tree, to catch his breath, to rest his aching legs, to smile and run his hand through his hair. He - He can feel it, he can feel it, it's Asch -

The whisper becomes words.

He travels faster, the words aching but there, and he stops at a tree again to breathe raggedly and let his own words bleed through the newly formed link.

imcomingimcomingimcomingimcomingholdonaschimalmosttheredontworry

It doesn't take too much longer. Luke knows exactly where he is, even with how huge and dense the forest is.

He's almost there.

He sees him.

He stumbles to a halt and falls to his knees at his side.

He lifts his one good hand to trail his fingers across his original's warm, warm forehead and pass through his hair.

I'm here. Wake up.]

[Rudy hadn't expected to recieve any notes from anyone today, but apparently he did as he flipped through the journal, when a strange message seemingly addressed to him showed up.

That's definitely strange. Who'd exactly want to contact him right now? Rudy was still unfamiliar with most of the journal system, but he's not sure if he recognizes this journal at all. Or the handwriting, which was mostly illegible to him.]

Hello? Who's this?

Mr. Asch?

[Ginji doesn't think the journal would lie, as hard as it is to believe that someone might be able to recover from all of those injuries...from dying. Not that he doesn't want to believe it. But there's a difference between hearing things and seeing them for yourself. And besides, unintelligible handwriting isn't the most reassuring sign that someone's alive and kicking. So if he sounds a bit anxious, who can blame him.]

Can you hear me all right?

[Rapunzel had learned that the dead return in a week. She didn't know exactly where or how they returned--but she knew that he would be back. And she'd made him a promise. Maybe it was a silly thing, but...she'd meant it. And after everything that had happened, it was the least she could do.

She still doesn't understand the situation, but she doesn't need to. Prying into wounds wasn't what she was there to do. Helping to heal, on the other hand--that she was good at.

The clinic is where she had found Luke the week previous, and so she's hoping she'll find Asch there, too. She's right, and she timidly stands in the doorway when she finds his room, a pie clutched in her hands.]

...Asch?

[Guy had no idea what was going on with Asch.

Luke had only told him that his original was back. Many. Many. Times. It was the reason Luke was hardly in the apartment. Why Guy was barely able to catch him to even ask what the hell he was doing with all his time in the first place. It was Asch. Always Asch. Luke's priority seemed to be strictly focused on helping his original with... something. What, exactly, he hadn't quite said. But the importance of it was made perfectly clear.

That... and the fact that Guy needed to talk to him. To say something.

Luke asked him multiple times - enough that it was getting to be an annoyance. Guy had waved it off, day after day, simply because... well, he wasn't sure what he could say. Apologizing to Luke had been hard enough. Somewhere in his gut, he knew that a straight up apology to Asch would be laughed off. Hardly believable or worthy of any type of merit, coming from him.

Not that he felt he could give a completely honest apology right about now.

But late in the week, he'd finally caved. He just... requested that Luke leave them alone. If he was going to talk to Asch, he didn't want the unnecessary guilt filtering in from Luke. That wasn't going to help anything.

But damn if he wasn't short of words right now. Even just standing in the doorway of the room and glancing at the redhead for the first time in over a week left an uncomfortable, unfamiliar feeling in his stomach. Enough that he just wanted to turn around and leave. Let the God General figure out things on his own - let him think whatever the hell he wanted. He didn't care. He shouldn't care.

It was Asch, after all.

So why...

...

Lips stay shut as he walks further into the room, quietly grabbing a chair and pivoting it to flop on it backwards, arms crossed across the back as he rests his chin against them. Just. Looking. Waiting for a response. Something to make this a little less awkward.

The lack of acknowledgement from Asch was hardly helping that feeling.

Damn. How are you supposed to talk to someone you just killed?]

[ A day or two after she brings him and Luke back. ]

... hey, Asch?

[Sometime after Luke brings Asch to the clinic, he returns to his own apartment. To rest, to get some stress off of him, to think about everything that happened. Once he returns, though, he's bringing along someone extra.

He's wearing a jacket now. Well, as much as he can without use of his left arm. It's hot outside, and Luke feels a lot like falling over and dying because of it, but he's on a mission.

Inside that jacket is a squirming little ball of fur who's just about gotten tired of being stuck inside here. Luke keeps an arm around him though, since he doesn't want Tsuae to just run off in the village. When he finally gets to the clinic, he gives the excuse that it's cold in his and Asch's room before he strides on by, hoping that the doctors will take that and leave him alone.

Once he gets to Asch's room, he loosens his hold for just a moment to open the door, steps inside, then shuts it with his foot before he heads over to Asch's beside.]

Asch? I brought something for you.

[He looks down at his jacket, thinking that Asch might open the link at least out of curiosity. As soon as there's enough room, Tsuae squirms out, pulling himself onto the bed and sniffing at the air.]

[Fortunately - or perhaps unfortunately - for Asch, one of said misfired comments ends up directed to a rather confused Emil, who tries to figure out just why he got this message in the first place, still unaware as to the sender.]

... hello? Is someone trying to send a message to me?

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