Asch the Bloody (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dissonates) wrote2012-07-08 10:21 pm
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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[She closes the journal.
It may not be exactly soon, but she does turn up after a while with a bowl of freshly-picked strawberries covered by a tea towel. Up for answering that bright knock at the door, Asch?]
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Obviously he can't see her once the door is open, though, so he stands in the doorway, no sign of recognition on his face, instead looking cautious.]
...Hello?
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Hello, Asch. I brought you the strawberries.
[She holds out the bowl--not that he's going to be able to tell.]
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You passing by or staying?
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[He did say he wanted someone to talk to, but at the same time, he looks a little uncertain. Or at least, that's what she thinks.]
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Is anyone else home right now? We could eat the strawberries all together.
[Considering Asch was looking for conversation partners? Probably not.]
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[He leads the way awkwardly to the kitchen, his hand leaving the wall and slowing him down until he finds another. This is frustrating...]
...You want tea?
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Oh, yes, tea would be very nice. Thank you.
[She's actually quite fond of it; Giles got her drinking it, and she's continued to do so even long after he left. Tea has good associations for her.]
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You can get the cups, then. Teabags are on the counter.
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All right!
[She opens the cupboard and selects the two teacups she thinks are the prettiest.]
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Now to wait. Awkwardly.]
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Now that the teacups are set out, Grune goes to get a tea bag.
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Hmm.... Now where did the tea go?
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....
Oh, right. She has the worst memory ever.
Dammit...]
I told you, they're on the counter.
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[Acting as if this were completely new information, Grune goes to retrieve them.]
What kind of tea would you like?
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[Kettle's starting to heat up beneath his fingers, that's good.]
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[Hope you don't mind your conversation simplistic today, Asch.]
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[He's very picky. He's also terrible at small talk, but then, he's terrible at any kind of talk...]
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[Grune, he already said.]
[Voice] no pun intended
[He's not a tea expert or anything, so this could be the blind leading the blind here.]
[Voice] Terrible. XD
Oh, do you think it does?
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[He sounds very sure....]
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[Action] wow I just noticed we never changed this
[Action] ...XDDD Go us! (These two sure have talented voices!)
[Action] voice across the village
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