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dissonates) wrote2012-07-08 10:21 pm
dissonates) wrote2012-07-08 10:21 pm
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[Voice]
[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!))
[Voice]
[Voice]
I'd hope it's something more substantial than her morality.
[These types of stories always have some kind of cheesy happy ending where good conquers evil, don't they?]
[Voice]
Nope! It's because she had the support of her friends to help her on her search. That was the difference between the pirate queen and evil Commandant Albert! Albert used and manipulated those close to him, while the pirate queen relied on them and aided them in turn. The truth of the greatest treasure was that while mortal bodies are destined to perish, friendship will live on forever.
With the Commandant's life's ambition crushed, he turned and walked into the ocean to drown himself, while the pirate queen and her companions lived happily ever after! The end!~
[Voice] Well since you insist.
That's not quite how the story went.
Commandant Albert wasn't needlessly searching for immortality for his own selfish reasons like the Pirate Queen was. He wanted to bring true justice and equality to the world, thus saving it. The Pirate Queen and her crew were constantly an obstacle on his journey. They could care less about the world and waste such a valuable treasure on themselves. The Commandant couldn't have that happen, so it was he who found the treasure before they did.
...Unfortunately, after a long, difficult battle, they managed to steal away the treasure from him. He died trying to protect the treasure from the wrong hands. The Pirate Queen predictably used it to satisfy her own greed as the world continued to suffer, and soon brought to ruins.
[And now this story is a tragedy]
[Voice] Asfhed
No, you're both wrong.
The evil Commandant was defeated by a handsome knight and his friends, who saved the princess of the kingdom from his tyranny. The evil Commandant, realizing that he had unwittingly released an even larger evil, called himself the "greatest fool" and was then crushed under the weight of his own guilt. [And a giant rock.]
And.. um...
[She doesn't know what happens after this so she makes it up.]
The kingdom is then saved and the knight and princess and all their friends lived happily in a new world after discovering the greatest treasure of all. The undying bonds of true friendship!
[Voice] what even
Then he sees this.]
... I'm not getting involved in this.
[... He didn't actually mean to vocalize that thought, but hey. At least it's known.
But w/e, journal is shut. God speed, all of you. Yuri is staying out of your freaky three-way story time argument.]
[Voice]
You guys have no idea how ta tell a good story! Ya should leave it to Old Raven, my stories are far more flashy and interestin' than this dribble!
[Voice]
....
....
He's going to get some tea, this could take a while.]