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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[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!))
[Action]
[Let's see... he'll have to fire up the grill and bring the meat out. And there's still the vegetables to contend with.]
Well, since Mr. Asch doesn't want any help, do you mind lending me a hand? There's still some vegetables to peel. Guess we should get the meat on first, though.
[If either of you GGs has a better working order for this whole cooking business, by all means. The last part's directed at Asch, too; Ginji makes sure to speak out more so he can catch it all.]
Should we have chicken again tonight or try something else?
[Action]
Okay, I can do that. What should I do? [ She resists the urge to run back past Asch and into the kitchen. She's fine with moving around in the dark, but she still isn't sure just how comfortable (or not) Asch is without his own sight, so she's doing her best not to disturb him when he walks around.
Arietta doesn't respond to the meat question; it seems more directed at Asch to her, and she's fine with anything besides. ]
[Action]
[You'll make him feel like some kind of spoiled child, and that won't help his mood in the slightest. He keeps moving with a scowl on his face, though it's more focused now as he counts the steps one by one until his hand stretches out to seek out the door frame. Not yet... not yet... there. He gets closer every time, it seems.]
[Action]
[Not that it matters too much. Anything that's left over is quite possibly going to be recycled into sandwiches later in the week.]
It's really easy with limas, actually. You just pull the outer shell apart, then place the beans in a bowl. We can't do much with the pods, so we'll toss those out later.
[Seeing that Asch has made it to the doorframe, Ginji heads for the kitchen.] Go ahead and make yourself comfortable, Mr. Asch. We'll be right there.
[Action]
After dealing with a few beans, she glances towards the kitchen doorway to see if she can spot Asch through it, then turns to Ginji. ]
Is this right?
[Action] you can skip me until they come out if you want :|a
It isn't much, but it's something. Maybe this idea wasn't so bad after all.]