Asch the Bloody (
dissonates) wrote2012-07-08 10:21 pm
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[Silence.
There's too much of it. It burns into his mind, the echo of emptiness in the corner of it, that ache he can't seem to brush aside no matter how he tries to distract himself. He's tried going outside, he's tried burying himself in that braille stuff Xion gave him, he's tried striking up conversations with his housemates (even the animals), but he runs out of things to say far too quickly and in the back of his mind it's always there. The silence, the echo. The fact that something is missing.
Dead.
And then he's had enough.
The journal's camera is partially obscured when the feed flickers on, and what it does show is his face - eyes, a flash of red hair, his bangs down - just enough to make it seem like he's not quite himself. His voice, too, is softened; it's not as open and friendly as Luke would have been when greeting the village, but it lacks the usual anger or pent-up frustrations of the socially-awkward soldier. If anything it sounds... hushed, weary, tinged with a bit of desperation. He needs this. Whether or not he wants to do it is irrelevant.
It hurts. The silence hurts, more than last time when Luke had been sent home, and he honestly hadn't thought it would.]
Tell me about your day. Tell me a story. Talk about anything. Today I'm listening.
[He might not care. He might not be nice about it. He might not even remember it later. But he'll listen.
He just needs to hear something, so he can forget about the nothing in his head for a while.]
((Asch is blind, so all tags must be voice/action or he cannot respond to them!))
There's too much of it. It burns into his mind, the echo of emptiness in the corner of it, that ache he can't seem to brush aside no matter how he tries to distract himself. He's tried going outside, he's tried burying himself in that braille stuff Xion gave him, he's tried striking up conversations with his housemates (even the animals), but he runs out of things to say far too quickly and in the back of his mind it's always there. The silence, the echo. The fact that something is missing.
Dead.
And then he's had enough.
The journal's camera is partially obscured when the feed flickers on, and what it does show is his face - eyes, a flash of red hair, his bangs down - just enough to make it seem like he's not quite himself. His voice, too, is softened; it's not as open and friendly as Luke would have been when greeting the village, but it lacks the usual anger or pent-up frustrations of the socially-awkward soldier. If anything it sounds... hushed, weary, tinged with a bit of desperation. He needs this. Whether or not he wants to do it is irrelevant.
It hurts. The silence hurts, more than last time when Luke had been sent home, and he honestly hadn't thought it would.]
Tell me about your day. Tell me a story. Talk about anything. Today I'm listening.
[He might not care. He might not be nice about it. He might not even remember it later. But he'll listen.
He just needs to hear something, so he can forget about the nothing in his head for a while.]
((Asch is blind, so all tags must be voice/action or he cannot respond to them!))
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[TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT THE PICTURE THE JOURNAL'S CAMERA CAPTURED. IS THIS THE FACE OF SOMEONE BULLSHITTING YOU?]
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...After hearing something like that, I don't think I really have a choice, do I.
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[Aw, too bad. Then again, it's not hard to imagine someone's grin to his voice.]
It's pretty obvious, but there's a good reason for the mistletoe.
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[Ugh, this is ridiculous.]
Fine, I'll bite. Why the mistletoe?
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The demon god, Beldr, and his mother dreamt about his death. Because of this, his mother went around and get every object on earth to give their vow to never hurt him. But she never ask the mistletoe, either because it's too unimportant and nonthreatening, or too young to make a vow.
Other than that, Beldr's pretty much invincible to everything.
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[...]
While I'm at it, how does mistletoe hurt a demon, anyway?
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[They still do, these days. But not as much of a clusterfuck.]
As for how, the mistletoe itself can pierce Beldr's immunity. The original story have the mistletoe turned into a weapon by Loki the trickster.
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[Wow, they don't even have one on Auldrant anymore. Unless you count the fonic sentiences, but worshiping them is pretty rare.]
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[For each active religions, and even the old ones. Only gods for the largest, most active religions get most of the worship.]
Most of them are pretty alright, as long you don't piss them off.
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