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[Action, backdated to October 6th, locked to Luke + housemates if they want!]

[There is a vast difference between seeing nothing and being unable to see at all. It's the first thing that Asch realizes when he opens his eyes, waking up in the cold of the underground tunnel, slumped against the invisible barrier outside of John's domain, and seeing, for the first time in months, some kind of... light. It's blurry, more like a shadow within a shadow, and as he squints at it, it occurs to him that it's entirely possible that his eyes hadn't been fixed correctly at all. People are occasionally stuck with side effects anyway, though, after their penalties have been removed, so he pushes those concerns aside and reaches out with his mind towards his replica.

....

Nothing. Not even a flicker. And there's a moment of panic - that something happened while he was gone, that he's dead again - but memory catches up with him. He's in the tunnels. Luke can't hear him down here. And even though he feels weak, bone-weary, and a little dizzy from his clumsy vision, he pushes off the wall and forces himself upright, edging his way towards the near-light of what he's certain must be the tunnel entrance. There's a ladder, a way up, and as he climbs, he keeps trying to contact Luke, hoping his replica is available to get him home. Just one last time, one more guiding hand. That's all he needs.

Thankfully Luke is available, and he will get Asch home, so he'll be back on the evening of the 6th, sticking close to the house for the most part and waiting for his vision to come back bit by bit.]

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[Action, October 10th, open to anyone]

[Finally, finally, Asch wakes to find that hey, surprise! His eyes are as clear as the day they'd been before he died. He spends a long time staring at everything in his room, taking in the details, the changes that he'd missed or accidentally caused over the course of the last four months. There's dust in places difficult to clean, his closet is a disorganized mess, and the books on his shelf are out of order. Some of the houseplants aren't doing so well. Star's getting fat. The white in Tsuae's fur is discoloured from treks in the yard- chasing Ginji's birds, probably. He'll need to do a full sweep of the house and nitpick at it.

Tomorrow, though. Today he gets dressed, gets himself a meal and tea without dropping anything, burning his fingers, or bumping into the table. He leaves the house and he goes for a walk. Nothing special- a long, slow, utterly aimless wander through the village from late morning until after dinner, drinking in the sights and watching the people who pass him by, as if seeing it all for the first time. He swings by the shops, the restaurant, maybe even Good Spirits for a bit, a place he hadn't been since before Guy went home the first time. He might even talk to people. He seems curious and calm for once, almost smiling.

It's a nice day. He can see again. What's there to bitch about?

Evening will find him on Amaterasu's hill, leaning against one of the cherry trees, content to sit and watch the sunset. Only after it's finished does he return home at last.]

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[it watches curiously and then it feels the air charge with energy and a hum begins to resonate from the stranger. the hum is followed by a glow and the traveler stares, entranced.

it takes a few steps forward and then lets out a few larger chirps, sending bubbles of energy out until they brush up against the stranger's own glow.]

♩ ♩ ♩ ♩ ♩

I was nearby already.

[Luke carefully pulls him out of the tunnel, his free hand moving to Asch's shoulder for further support; a part of him still can't really help seeing him as that younger twin, the one he wanted to stay by and guide and take care of. And all the while, his eyes are on Asch's face. Specifically, his eyes.

They're clear. They're focused. They're looking at things, they're looking at him. And while Luke is sure that Asch can't clearly see him, he can still see. This is the first time Asch has really looked at Luke since he...

So after a moment of just staring right back, Luke takes a step and gives in to the urge to hug him tight.

Asch wasn't the only one who felt a sense of relief when the link slid back into existence.]

[Oh, well, that's conveni- whoa suddenly he's being pulled, and-

...oh.

Asch blinks, surprised, and for a moment left to puzzle over what this is for. It's not like he was gone particularly long, or that he'd even been in trouble. And while he'd never call it a pleasant experience, he'd done this song and dance before.

Still, he can see again. (Sort of. Like he's underwater, but sight is sight.) And the replica's always been the more emotional of the two of them. It takes those extra couple moments, but he finally lifts his arms awkwardly to return it, the gesture half-hearted and unsure, but still there. Be happy, Luke, you got a hug.

Now let go. 8|]

...do you just not get out much, then?

[ She hadn't realized she'd been waiting to hear some sort of commotion, but when there's a noise at the door, Arietta nearly leaps off her bed and scurries to peek out into the living room. ]

Asch? Is that you?

Up until a few days ago, I couldn't see, actually.

[Might as well be up front about it, now that the problem's been dealt with.]

[Huh, so it actually works. Asch is pleasantly surprised, and he reaches out, hands lightly clasped together, shifting his energy subtly to draw upon a different fonon in his body, which creates a new resonance, therefore a slightly different sound. He has no idea what it even means to the little guy, but music is music, right?]

[He lifts a brow at that, then shifts somewhat awkwardly, lifting a fist to clear his throat against it. She seems more happy than he is, sheesh.]

Glad to see, period. It's been a long several months.

[His sight is still awfully blurry, but Asch manages to get himself inside without tripping over the threshold, so he counts that as a success by itself. He's so used to moving by feel or memory that the concept of being able to see obstacles in his way is amazing. At Arietta's voice, he looks up, focusing on her even if she is little more than a pink and black blob right now.]

It's me.

[ ACE DETECTIVE ASCH.

But no, Natsuno just shrugs as if he doesn't even care about being caught.. apathic go once more. ]

I guess. [ what kind of answer is that, natsuno.. ] I just recognized you from the other day.

Oh.

Huh.

[...]

Well, that's gotta be different, then.

[She nods slowly.] I would imagine so. This seems like a wonderful way to celebrate, though.

[Ginji's not too worried when he finds the house empty this time. Nothing's been newly knocked over, there's no mess in the kitchen or any sign of struggle. Looks like Asch is finally back up on his feet! Er...back up on his feet with his eyes working properly, that is.]

[So after a quick run through the most necessary chores, Ginji spends much of the day working on his current flight project. He'll still be working at it well after dinner, sitting at one of the chairs with a large mound of material draped over the arm and cascading down into the floor. There's a plate on a side table, too, with a few uneaten sandwich slices. He looks like he's concentrating hard, though whether the task is difficult or he's just trying not to poke himself with the needle, it's hard to tell.]

To put it lightly, yes.

Celebrate?

[Is that what he's doing?]

[Asch's brows furrow, focusing on the guy for a long moment. Something about him... hm...]

...I recognize your voice.

[There's really no way to come up behind someone who's concentrating on something without startling them, so after a moment of quiet consideration in the doorway, Asch flings caution to the wind and wanders in calmly, stopping in front of the sandwiches and offering them a thoroughly unimpressed look.]

...Is that dinner?

Well, of course! I mean, that's why you came here, isn't it? To see something beautiful now that you can see again.

Well.

[Rokuta shrugs, lacing his fingers behind his neck and glancing away.]

Guess you don't need the welcome speech after all, then. Sorry to have bothered you.

[As it just so happens, Ammy's hill is right next to Emil's house, and it's a place he likes to visit whenever he'd like a little peace and quiet of the sort he can't find in said house.

He's a bit surprised to find someone else there this evening, though, much less someone like Asch. But... there's something different about him today, that much even Emil can tell.]

Oh... hi Asch. I wasn't expecting to see you here.

[it feels and hears the change in the music and the air and steps closer, letting out peals of sound and energy to match as best as it can.

this is new. no one has done this with it before]

♩~ ♩~

[ Something about the way he's acting is strange, and she stares at him for a good several seconds before she realizes what it is. Finally she gasps and moves closer to him, staring at his eyes curiously. ]

Can you see again?

Yeah. The guy who read your card to you, remember? [ he shrugs. ] That was me back there.

[ although the other guy's card has taken on a whole new meaning now natsuno has remembered that he's actually a vampire, oops.. ]

It's fine, it wasn't really a bother. [Asch shrugs. The help was unnecessary, but he's not about to discourage the helping of New Feathers. It means he doesn't have to do it himself.]

[Well. That's some enthusiasm. Asch feels a very slight smile cross his lips, surprised at his own success, and shifts to resonance once again, switching to another fonon. Let's see which one the creature likes best- which element it's most in-tune with. It's helpful that he's mastered all seven.]

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