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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.]

♩ ♩ ♩ ♩ ♩

[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?]

[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]

♩~ ♩~

[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.]

[song and wind mostly, but when Asch shifts again the traveler tries to keep up.

it can't mimic all the sounds, but it will try even if it fails somewhat miserably.]

♬~ ♬~

[So, the third and seventh fonons, then. Asch makes a mental note of this, switching specifically to create small notes from each of them, creating something of a pattern. It's kind of fascinating to watch it, since he's never seen anything like it. It has wings, though, so it must be a resident...

...A strange one, that is. But definitely the most interesting resident he's seen all day.]

[it sings along with the pattern, happy to hear someone singing like it can sing. it matches Asch's pattern and turns in a circle in front of him, moving forward to nuzzle his hand.]

[Asch pauses at the nuzzle, the resonance fading, before he turns his hand to brush his knuckles lightly over the creature's hood. Does it like that kind of thing? Petting? At least he's got experience with that.]

[HOORAY AFFECTION

it sings and nuzzles Asch's hand again. it's learned that being pet is a sign that it is liked. hooray!]

♬～

[What are you, tiny creature, and why does he not hate you

He gives the little clothed fellow another scratch before gesturing to the sky.]

I don't know if you can understand me, but I'm here to watch the sun set. You can stay if you feel like it.

[voodoo magic

voodoo magics

the traveler looks up when Asch motions to the sky and notices the changing colors. yes, the sun. it is setting and the world is going to sleep. soon, the traveler will need to sleep, too. it looks out over the treetops toward the horizon. yes, it will watch. this is new.]

...♬ ♬ ♬~

[Satisfied that the conversing is over, and there is a sunset to be watched, Asch settles back in his spot, his gaze drifting to the sky, and lets a contented silence become his only response. Usually he either hates or feels awkward meeting new people, but this?

...Yeah, he's okay with this.]

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