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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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Sounds like a suicidal rescue mission waiting to happen.
[He's been there, they're super-fun.]
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Oh, sure. The pirate crew jumped on a sea train and rode it through a tsunami in order to give chase, arrived at government headquarters and didn't bother to knock, because their captain was a little headstrong at times. {Read: suicidally stupid, yup.] And they fought their way to the building and called out to her over the rooftops, and she yelled at them to go away, which they wouldn't. And she told them that to keep harbouring her was a death sentence and she wasn't going to be a burden to them and she'd rather die now than have them curse her name later, all that sacrificial stuff.
So the captain nodded in one of his few wise moments and ordered his crew to shoot down the flag of the World Government, which they did with great flare. And the woman realised that, in essence, the pirate crew had just declared war on the good 600 nations that flew that flag, all for her sake, and maybe she was moved by that or maybe she realised it now didn't really matter if she was part of their crew or not, they were the world's enemy either way.
Everyone was very shocked. Well... the marines were, anyway.
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[And a little familiar, really. He and the citizens of Kimlasca had all but waged war on the crown to save Natalia, so...]
I can understand why they would do it, though.
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[She's a little surprised, but actually quite happy to hear that Asch understands it though, so she favours him with a grin. Whiiich Asch won't see because Asch is blind and Nami is dense, but she continues on.]
Anyway, the pirates ran amok through the whole government building and kind of fought their way through the castle to rescue the princess, as it were. The officials tried to stop them, and there were a lot of injuries on both sides, but in the end they fought their way to her side, and then all of them fought together, even when the marines finally decided to call in the warships and just blow the entire place up, pirates and all. They only managed to get out by the skin of their teeth and their well-loved ship. [...okay so she can't resist--] And their damn fine navigator.
Their collective bounties went up astronomically after that attack, but none of them gave a damn.
[That last part is a lie. Nami had a total freakout, but DETAILS.]
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[Sounds exciting. Or it would be for someone who liked that kind of thing.
Still, overall? Not a bad story. She told it well, so his tone shows some improvement from what it had been at the start.]
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[Though that sort of goes against the whole freedom business that draws people to become pirates, as far as he understands it.]
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[He may be the only captain in existence terrified of his own navigator, though. This is clearly as it should be.]
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[Oh well, as long as it gets done.]
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[Or Nami's just a bossy nag.]
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Very, very occasionally.
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...she has her less clever moments.
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Your honesty is appreciated.
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Thanks for the story, too. It passed the time.
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