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Asch the Bloody ([personal profile] dissonates) wrote2012-07-08 10:21 pm

[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!))
broji: (calm; confident; flying ace)

[Action]

[personal profile] broji 2012-07-29 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
All right, beef then.

[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.
wildlittlegirl: (/puppy dog eyes)

[Action]

[personal profile] wildlittlegirl 2012-08-04 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Arietta waits until Asch seems like he's okay, and then she follows Ginji into the kitchen and starts doing her best to follow his directions.

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?