Asch the Bloody (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dissonates) wrote2012-10-10 05:29 pm
dissonates) wrote2012-10-10 05:29 pm
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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.
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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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Ginji is in charge of dinner, so... you don't need to worry about it.
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I'll be glad when I can cook for myself. Ginji does alright, but his talents don't lie in the kitchen.
[He misses Van's cooking.
...But he won't say that.]
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Does that mean you'll make food for everyone, too?
[ Everyone being their little collection of people and critters here. ]
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[It's not like he's going to go all full-on house husband.
Except that he basically is.]
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just as keikaku]Yay! I can't wait to have something you made again.
[ AFTER SO MANY MONTHS OF GINJI... Not against his credit or anything but she remembers food being tastier before. Not necessarily accurately, but! ]
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...Mm. Do you have a preference? I could try to cook that.
[It can't hurt to indulge a little.]
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Steak, then? It's easy to cook for that sort of preference.
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That sounds really tasty. We can celebrate you being able to see again!
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Aside from that one she forms with her monsters to try to kill the main characters]Oh. I can be quiet! [ ... Wait, that wasn't particularly quiet. Oh well! Yay celebrating Asch being able to see! ]
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...Hm. I'll consider it. I suppose it can't hurt.
[Maybe he'll make dinner or something after all. Steaks and... whatever Ginji likes. And something of his own.
Is steak parmesan a thing? Maybe he should experiment.]
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Okay! And... if you want any help, you can ask me.
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Of course. Everyone gets a job.
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familyhousehold is supposed to work, especially now that they're all of sound body and mind again.][action]
Then what's my job?
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You can chop vegetables or something, can't you?
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I think so!
[ Not well. But yes. ]
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[What he's thanking her for isn't clearly stated, but he's not about to expand on that, continuing onwards.]
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[ ... what is he thanking her for? ]