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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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[Rokuta's own wandering doesn't have much purpose today, other than stopping by the plaza to obtain something to eat, and now he's sort of heading vaguely back in the direction of his house while munching on a peach from the bulging bag in his other hand. He slows somewhat when approaching Asch, though, forehead creasing in a frown before he comes to a stop.]

...you aren't new, are you?

[Seems like the wrong time to be getting New Feathers in, but the way this guy is looking at stuff, well.]

[The forest is where it's been making its home and when it notices something red in the distance, it gets its hopes up. A buddy? Someone like it??

It doesn't call until it's closer, but as it runs from the base of the hill toward the strange trees, the traveler is pipping at the stranger, trying to get his attention.]

♩♬　♩　♬　♪

[Rapunzel still enjoys visiting the hill to view the sunset. As far as she's concerned? There wasn't a better place to do it in the entire village, and she'd shopped around. And now that the weather was getting chillier with fall blustering in, there probably weren't going to be too many clear nights left to see it.

Finding Asch up there is a pleasant surprise. Pleasant but...odd. Why would he...

Was he really, truly looking at it? She sets down her basket, toeing closer curiously.]

Asch...?

[ Natsuno is just out for another casual walk - even if he's frowning a little, somehow seeming more gloomy than he did during the whole experiment with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. But during said walk, he manages to spot Asch too and recognize him to boot-- but the strange thing is that Asch isn't bumping into everything ever anymore.

... Huh. Who would've known. He doesn't say anything though, but he's staring pretty obviously. ]

[Anise is chilling at the fountain when she sees Asch walk past, with that expression on his face.]

[She hesitates for a minute, unsure of whether to approach him or not, but curiosity (and worry) wins out.]

Hey, Asch! [She waves as she hops off her seat at the fountain's edge then sprints towards him.]

[Luke knew what was going on. Asch had contacted him just before he got carried off, and ever since then, the replica had been making it a point to stop by the tunnel and wait every so often. He'd return home after a while, dejected, only to try again a little while later.

This time though, as he's heading away from the tunnel, a flicker flares through his head. A tug, something that sends him racing back and looking down the ladder.

And, sure enough, there's Asch. Almost at the top, hesitating, probably unable to see straight.

So Luke reaches out and, as Asch grabs the third rung from the top of the ladder, he'll let his fingers brush against his original's hands and wrists, letting him know that he's here. The guiding hand that he needs.]

[ 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?

[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.]

[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.

[Either luckily or unluckily, Guy is the tender on duty when Asch happens into the bar. It isn't late yet so there's only one or two other patrons in the building, and Guy is taking a moment to make himself some stir fry for a late lunch so he'll be able to handle the evening crowd.

The bell at the door chimes and he turns to see Asch walk in...without Star.]

Hey, Asch, [Guy calls over the sound of sizzling meat and vegetables, so Asch can follow his voice to the bar.]

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