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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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[Just because he's embarassed to be taking manliness lessons doesn't mean he's any less proud to be her student. Lookit dat smile.]
Master Toph is the strongest person I know. I don't think Sync even managed to get a single hit.
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/oops I accidentally a hiatus....
He was buried up to his shoulders, so only his head was sticking out. If he hadn't been yelling so much, I might have thought she had done something much worse to him.
[Except there was totally a second where he thought she decapitated him and it was the most terrifying second of his short life.]
[Toph is scary sometimes.]
you didn't forget me /kyaaa
Asch actually has to move away from the journal for a moment because he needs to muffle his voice. Not very much ever seems to get a laugh out of him, but the mental image of Sync with his head buried, yelling and unable to free himself...
....
Pfffffft.]
I WOULD NEVER B) Also 1/2
[You know, considering recent events, the fact that Ion was able to provide a distraction of some kind for Asch was already a victory in and of itself.]
[But is Asch actually laughing?]
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Even if it ended quickly, I imagine it must have been quite the fight to watch. One minute Sync was glaring me down asking "Who's scared now?" and the next, Master Toph showed up and he was trying to fight her off, yelling "Who the hell are you?"!
[Asch never did get to hear Ion's wonderful Anise impression back on Auldrant, did he? Well, he does an even better Sync impression. It helps when you have the same voice, after all. It sounds just like him!]
[Hope you're enjoying yourself, Asch.]
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Ahhh, god, he really did need this. He hasn't laughed - really, honestly laughed - in a really goddamn long time.
So yes, Ion. Yes, he is enjoying himself.]
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[His Toph impression sounds more or less just like his Sync impression. And even knowing Asch can't see it, he's totally acting this out with his arms, too. It's as much a distraction for Asch as it is for Ion, at this point.]
It wasn't long until she managed to trap him, leaving nothing but his head sticking out of the ground yelling "Let me go!" I don't think he had any idea what he was up against when he started trying to fight back. She had to come back a few hours later to let him out, otherwise he might still be there now.
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I imagine he was quieter by then.
[Though he wouldn't put it past Sync to rage for hours even if no one was around to listen.]
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[A few hours....]
[This is why you don't make Ion mad.]
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At least all of this means he probably didn't try to kill you again once he was free.
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[She can be very persuasive when she wants to be!]
[Though maybe "intimidating" might make more sense in this context...]
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[Just who is this woman? He's picturing someone tall and intimidating, like Legretta or Cantabile...]
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[He is pretty girly, after all.]
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