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The Stand tilted their head and hovered down to face level, humming very softly.
"Good day, Master Kakyoin."
His Stand was always so polite and delicate --something the blind User indeed appreciated, his hands moving to close the heavy Braille-written book resting on his lap.
« It's. . . nice hearing you like when we used to be alone, sometimes. I hope you're faring well. »
This was way better. Both could understand each other without anyone being startled or scared. He nodded quietly at each word formed, mouthing slowly all he understood before turning the hand that was held to scribble his response on the delicate palm of the older man.
'You'll find him. And when you do, punch him in the face for me. He shouldn't leave you alone and worried like this.'
After giving his message, the taller boy held Kakyoin’s arms, getting up slowly and forcing the other on his feet. He was hardly a gentle man, but he could do some effort if it was for someone he cared about. Jotaro dragged his fingers down to the smaller hands again, wanting to talk some more with the blind Hierophant.
’I’ve met another Kakyoin, but I don’t know if it’s the one I know either. I’ve been by myself for a while.’
Soon, they were once again standing on their feet, the cane dangling lazily against his leg by the little cord allowing him to tie the guiding object to his wrist. The only sound breaking that silence was made by their calming breaths and the brushing of fabric against fabric and skin, sheepish smiles escaping from the blind Hierophant's lips as he could concur about this method being way less panic inducing.
It was nice. Relaxing, even.
" I don't know if I'll be able to punch him, to be honest. I'd need to find his face first. " He scribbled in reply, adjusting himself before looking around with those dull, empty orbs of his, lips gracefully forming the syllables the deaf Star's finger was tracing on his palm, almost as if he was actually muttering the words of a song.
Those hands holding his own and writing --they were warm, and nice. He almost forgot how they felt against his own delicate, paler skin, most of the common bodily sensation being nothing but a void to him --a contradiction, considering that touch was his main and most developed sense now.
" I feel you. I met different Jotaros --but none of them was the one I traveled with. I couldn't believe my Jotaro was so scatterbrained to forget about my problem. My blindness is something hard to forget, after all. "
hierophantogreen }
He could perceive a familiar presence hovering the room, head tilting up from the Braille book he was reading.
« Hierophant Green? »
He had not thought this through, obviously. As confused and upset as the other man, Jotaro still needed time to adapt and be able to talk to others who weren’t used to his disability. Still, watching his ‘friend’ retreat like that wasn’t something easy to absorb.
Slowly kneeling down before Kakyoin, he looked around to find the cane away from the other’s reach, taking it in silence. He carefully touched the redhead’s arm again, placing the cane in one of his
This didn’t feel like it was enough, such a bad way to show he understood both their situations. Communication itself was flawed, and it would only be worse if he raised his voice again. What came to mind after he pulled his hat down slightly didn’t sound like the greatest solution, but it was better than shouting again. Grabbing Noriaki’s free hand, he opened it quietly, drawing words in his palm slowly with the tip of his finger as if waiting for the other man to understand.
’I am sorry. I shout sometimes. It’s hard. For me to hear.’
Silence.
It was what filled the entire room --pressing against walls and bones like a steamroller, only broken by his own heavy, scaredy breath, as well as the one of the Joestar who was standing in front of him and probably 'enjoying' the pathetic show Noriaki himself was.
And it indeed seemed to make the boy even more uncomfortable --even when the hands of the Joestar reached his own, so warm if confronted with his own gelid fingers, placing the lucid surface of the cane in one of the palms. Noriaki weakly wrapped his slender fingers around the cylindrical object, ready to stand up and probably retire himself in the depths of his room and probably curl under the soft fabric of his bedsheets.
But that was unexpected, the finger on his palm, twirling and moving as it formed actually some words --words the blind Hierophant found himself mouthing in order to decipher them, before letting out what it indeed seemed nothing but an extremely sad smile.
As a consequence, the gesture of the deaf Star was repeated by the blind redhead --the tiny fingers placing the cane aside as they carefully caressed the hand still holding his own, switching places as it was now Noriaki himself who scribbled with his index on the other's bigger palm.
" Don't apologize. It's not your fault, it's mine. I should stop thinking all the Jotaros coming here are my own Jotaro. "
The teenager can’t hear much more than distant sounds, almost like noises in the background though they were actually so close. He’s silent as well, waiting for a reaction, a response that might make some sense in this mess. What he did not expect was the sudden touch.
He stared down at the other, doing his best to read the older man’s lips and get what he meant, eyes squeezing almost as if he couldn’t see and his own mouth mimicking in a faint voice what he could understand
”No… No, I was born like this!" His voice is loud again, as Jotaro tries to hear his own words. He placed his hands over the other man’s pulling them away but holding him firmly. "You know another Jotaro! Someone different! I’M NOT HIM!"
It takes him a moment before he releases the other, taking back the lone device he offered and placing it where it should be again. The silence that followed wasn’t one he enjoyed, but it was necessary. This wasn’t the Kakyoin he knew either… Everything felt so out of place.
« --!! »
Of course, the other's yelling and move startled completely the blind Hierophant --who found himself yelping and pulling himself away from the other's grasp, the dull eyes still able to communicate so blatantly and vividly the fear such an aggressive move caused to him.
He was starting to get tired about that simple, yet obnoxious fact that all the Jotaros he was meeting weren't his own. It was frustrating --causing him to doubt even who was the Jotaro who was with him during his birthday. He found himself blabbering and uttering words in fear until silence engulfed every single attempt of the blind man's desire to apologize--scarred hands caressing the floor as he knelt down, looking for the cane he accidentally dropped due to all that climaxing panic
He indeed looked so helpless --hopeless--, fragile like the finest piece of green crystal standing with little balance over the edge of a quite tall table. Eyes became watery despite their lack of that spark of light making them alive.
Jotaro had to lean forward to hear the other. No matter how different Kakyoin was, his voice was always shier than the rest of his companions. And hearing such a story from a man so similar but still so different from his friend didn’t help his understanding at all. Maybe.. This had something to do with a stand? Or had a deeper meaning? He simply hated feeling so out of place with someone he trusted.
”… Did I wear one of these?” His free hand moved to his right ear, taking away the only hearing aid he was wearing. That damn annoying noise that always followed when he took it off was a pain, but he didn’t seem to care now. Pulling the older man’s hand, he placed the device in his palm, waiting for him to understand what it was.
As something was placed in his hand, Noriaki's eyes widened with surprise --still so expressive despite the blindness depriving them of their beautiful color. Fingertips tasted and caressed, trying to distinguish a shape and link such shape to the memories he stored so jealously within his mind.
Indeed that was an hearing aid. As far as he could remember, Jotaro never wore one of these, causing the young redhead to shake rather visibly, scattered syllables at first leaving his lips. And this only made the blind guy jump up as he grabbed the man's shoulder --the situation now reversed as it was Noriaki the one terribly concerned about the taller, builder guy.
« Who did this to you, Jotaro?! » He screeched, shaking the man a few times --panic mounting and mounting as well with that sense of dread and uselessness always in the corner, waiting for such moments to move and choke his poor heart.
If something so serious happened to Jotaro and he couldn't prevent it or avoid it --he could never forgive himself for such a thing happening right under his nose.
“I can’t find my damn-” He’s silent for a moment, moving his hand away slowly as he contemplated the differences on the other man. It made him frown in confusion, knowing that aimless glare from one of his past enemies.
”What the hell happened to you?” For once, Jotaro’s voice sounds normal, though for the teenager himself he was sure it was like a whisper. Touching his friend’s face, he forced it up to make sure that his eyes weren’t deceiving him.
« Wha-- »
Suddenly, he felt the other's hands being placed on his face, moving him towards where maybe Jotaro himself was --the dull eyes of the now more adult Hierophant meeting the green ones of the Star, a puzzled expression curling his features as he seemed to furrow a little.
« Jotaro. . . don't you remember? » He questioned, blinking a few times, hands holding the guiding cane close to the chest « When we were attacked by N'doul --his Stand blinded me. And Polnareff died during the final battle with DIO --are you sure you're okay? You haven't hit your head somewhere, or fallen from your bed, right? »
Oy, Kakyoin? Can I talk to you? [Jotaro tugs on the smaller man's sleeve, trying to get his attention as he spoke in a louder tone than what he usually did.]
He recognizes the approaching steps, at first —the usual heavy pace of Jotaro’s walk— but the tone of his voice manages to make the poor blind redhead startle at first, and the tugging his sleeve being kind of unusual… Or maybe he just forgot how sometimes Jotaro uses to communicate with him, since it’s been a while since the last time they met.
« Yes, Jotaro —tell me. » He says, blind orbs wandering around, looking for the source of the voice. « Something happened? »
Minuit A Fond La Caisse (Japhet’s theme) - OFF OST
The 31 Days of Horror Music in Gaming - Day 30
I had a tough time deciding on which track to use from OFF. Tender Sugar is dark, mysterious, and foreboding… while Endless Hallway is tense and discomforting. Not Safe, on the other hand… is creepy. Creepy, desolate, and lonely.
It plays in several areas throughout the game, but I found it most fitting while backtracking through the areas that had been ‘purified.’ All the color is gone, nobody is walking around, and this song plays. You can encounter enemies while in the purified zones, but they’re grotesque looking humans… and this song continues to play. You don’t get any special battle music.
The continuous two-note drone fades in and out, like chimes banging together in a light breeze. A loud knock rings out and a muffled cry can be heard, answered by a dark wave of unsettling whispers. The knocking continues. At this point, do we really want to know who’s knocking?
I WANNA BE THE VERY BEST !!!!!!
a mix consisting of my personal favourite pokemon themes from all the games. also a present for a friend while im away! // PLEASE NOTE: there were some i couldn’t add due to file size, i’m well aware there are better themes in the games!!! this is just personal list // ART CREDIT
1. Opening Theme Ruby/Sapphire/Emerald // 2. Temporal Tower Pokemon MD: Explorers Of Sky // 3. Elite 4 Battle Pokemon Black/White 2 // 4. Team Plasma Battle Pokemon Black/White // 5. R/B/Y Lavender Town Pokemon // 6. Dialga/Palkia Battle Pokemon D/P // 7. Champion Cynthia Pokemon D/P/Pt // 8. Champion Battle Pokemon FR/LG // 9. Ho-Oh Battle Pokemon HG/SS // 10. Ruby/Sapphire/Emerald Littleroot Town Pokemon // 11. New Bark Town Pokemon S/G/C // 12. Route 104 Pokemon Ruby/Sapphire/Emerald // 13. Battle! Gym Leader Pokemon X/Y // 14. MD: Explorers Of Sky: Ending Theme Pokemon
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It’s late, where do you want to go to so late at night?
« Jotaro--?! Is that you? W-when did you come in--? »
[He can sense something upset him. Talking to people was difficult for him, and often found himself offending them. Kakyoin’s reaction put him a little at ease. He squeezes his hand slightly.]
…No problem…I guess I’ll be your seeing eye dog for today then.
[Its just a simple walk he leads him on. They move quickly through the bustling urban streets as people seem to comment on the giant walking among them. Slowly, the sounds die down. The jumble of human voices being replace with the sound of running water and waterfowl quacking. He leads them over to a bench before sitting down.]
I hope this alright….I actually have something to tell you. I’m a different Jotaro. I’ll take you back home safely…You just seemed a little lonely. I apologize.
There was no difference between the usual walks he did alone or with his Jotaro with this one. Shades covering his scarred, broken eyes and cane within his fingers, Noriaki kept stepping right next to the 'companion', the edge of the cane tapping and brushing the soil in front of them, vibrations telling him how much the sidewalk's pavements was irregular or ruined. As he started waking up more and more, his hearing could finally perceive the murmurs and the little noises pumping the city with chaotic life, the regular breathing of the one by his side, the light tapping of the cane against concrete.
Yet, the sounds of the city gradually faded, the dance of water in the riverbed and the chirping of birds now filling the area and bringing calm and peace to the blind man's heart. A peace, apparently, not leaving him even when the other seemed to confess the truth behind his identity, dull orbs widening for a second.
« It's okay, actually --I. . . truly appreciate your honesty, Jotaro. »
The words left Noriaki's lips without rage or disappointment, hands fidgeting and playing with the cane's lucid surface.
« It tends to be lonely when you don't have to wander around the world for the Foundation --nor the increasing heat helps me either, since it happened a few times that I fainted in the middle of the street because of the hot temperatures. Usually my Jotaro's the one who helps me when I notice I can't do something by myself, but lately. . . He's behaving weirdly. And I'm worried for him. »
[He wrinkles his nose at the controlling comment. If there’s one thing he can’t stand, its talk of someone being forced to do something…Even if it is a joke.]
I trust you can defend yourself. You’re strong…
[He pauses for a moment before reaching out his hand and grabbing the others. Its a strange feeling to be the one doing this, but he’s made up his mind.]
Yes, I want to take a walk with you. It doesn’t matter where, just as long as it gets you out.
The other's move was indeed surprising the blind redhead, something warm glimmering in his smile as he moved his free hand over the other's one, feeling the skin against his fingertips --finding a bit hard to believe the Kujo student would establish such a contact with him. Or maybe his words were what stung him right where the back of his neck was, adrenaline reaching for his heart and brain quickly.
« I -- » He wanted to protest, though. He, strong? When he couldn't avoid something as horrible as Polnareff's sacrifice? Yet, he shook his head. No. Ruining that moment --it wasn't the right thing to do. « Thank you, Jotaro. Really. »
A quick move, and he was up on his feet.
« Of course. Take the lead --I will follow you. »
