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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!))
[Action]
He sits down, his gaze trying to follow the direction of her voice.]
...Yeah, alright.
[Action]
Long, long ago, a tower was built on an island out to sea. It was built by an old cat, after having lived for many, many years. Much longer than any cat has ever lived before. They say the cat lived for so long, and learned so much, and cared about the world around it, that it became a god. And that very same cat built the tower - a tower that rose up unto the heavens themselves - to watch over the world below.
[Action]
Logic doesn't really have a place in this.
So he stays quiet, not because he gives a damn about legends, or would ever believe it, or even because it entrances him. He listens because it's what she loves.]
[Action]
But the cat misjudged the height of the tower only after it was complete. And the poor thing was too afraid to climb back down, so it was force to stay at the top for days, months, years...crying out for help, for food, for a friend to come and keep it company. Some say that it was up there for so long, that it eventually turned to stone in the end. And to this day, you can hear a cat crying from down below.
[Action]
[Action]
But! A young girl, saddened by the story and the crying she heard from the tower, dared to climb the immense tower. Through sheer will, and the strength of her resolute heart, she reached the very top! Dirty, exhausted, and all but skin and bone after days of climbing, the child reached into her robed and removed a salted fish, wrapped in linen - the only morsel of food she brought with her. Instead of partaking of the meal herself, she lay it before the stone statue, and uttered a prayer, in memory of the cat god.
Immediately, the crying stopped! And she heard purring, and felt a gentle touch on her back, like that of a cat rubbing itself against her. Too weak to climb down the tower, the child stayed at the top, where she was blessed...and turned into an emissary of the god cat. Every year, people say, they see a kitten climb down and back up the tower, holding a fish in its mouth. And never again did the crying of the cat reach their ears.
[Ah...much better.]
[Action]
...So she fed the cat and he turned her into his eternal errand kitten?
[Point
missed
or he's messing with her][Action]
Miyabi narrows her eyes, puts her thumb and middle finger together, moves it toward Asch slowly, and flicks his nose. He my be teasing, but Miyabi does not appreciate the tone regardless.]
Be nice.
[Action]
Alright, alright. It was a decent story.
[Action]
I'm glad you liked it. [Should she tell him the last part was made up? ...Nah.] Thank you.
[Action]
Why are you thanking me? You're the one who told the story.
[Action]
[Action]
That's good, then.]
You don't have to ask to come over here, Miyabi. You should know that.
[Nevermind that he'd basically made it a rule not to visit when Van was here...]
[Action]
[One you like and can't make fun of. B/]
[Action]
[Action]
[Action]
Just how many stories have you got?
[Action]
[Which really means tons. She's decades older than most humans, and story-telling, legends, and myths are ever prevalent in her culture. People come and go through Nippon, and everyone has a story to tell when they visit. The Oina people, other poncles that traveled, and those wise elders that try to teach the youngsters a lesson.
Oh, and having a colorful, working imagination certainly helps.]
[Action]
[He's being facetious, but there's an ounce of truth to it; he's been ridiculously bored without the ability to read literally anything. And while the occasional visits from people have helped, it's just not the same as curling up with a good book.]