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hadriel_logs2018-09-02 04:13 pm
whip_poor_will) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-09-02 04:13 pm
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long and weary my road has been. [OPEN]
Who: Ravine and You.
What: Worn-out reaper needs a nap. Decides to rearrange your stuff and sleep patterns instead.
Where: All over the Murder Islands.
When: Throughout September.
Warnings: Breaking and entering with a chance of friendship, frustration, or rain. Will update accordingly.
As usual, please check out Ravine's permissions post for ideas if you'd like anything specific.
I. Home Invasion;
Between Atem and Carlisle, she's come out of sealing soul wounds in worse conditions. Ravine, however, could think of far less important things to break off a piece of her own 'self' to, regardless of the opinions the recipients may have on the matter.
All things considered, she should have known better. She had learned better. Amelioration from Psychopomps was never intended to be used the way Ravine has in these past few months, and now her spirit is paying a high price for it... Not simply by her weary state, but visions of a future -- any future -- becomes quickly distorted and incoherent more than ever before. The echoes of thoughts are garbled sometimes, like a terrible cellular signal.
Suffice to say, she isn't going to be telling anyone's fortunes anytime soon.
Rather than lingering in the loneliest corners of the city as is her typical habit, she finds herself compelled to rest more often. Reapers don't sleep, but what she needs is something very close to it.
So much so that one is very likely to find her sprawled face-town on top of the bed of a total stranger, or couch surfing -- her long, gangly legs hanging comically over the edge in a most awkward position. For Ravine, what should be uncomfortable is just another state of being.
Other times, she gets bored, 'waking up' to find herself restless and agitated in ways only the dead could understand. She calms herself by meticulous moving some things around. Some is so subtle that the owners may not even notice the feng shui in their home. It's annoying at best, and alarming at worst for anyone unfortunate enough to find a towering death spirit either couch surfing or moving furniture around.
In other words, she's basically that asshole ghost haunting your place by stealing your stuff and putting it somewhere else. Have fun with that.
II. Sleepwalking;
For those unlucky enough to not notice the sleeping reaper in their home, they're more likely to find out in a less appealing way.
Whether you're having a pleasant dream or reliving your most terrible nightmare, Ravine's soul is pulled towards the most adjacent minds. Sometimes she plays spectator. Other times, she can be caught clearly invading the subconscious of another.
If she were still human, it would have been much worse. She could have easily trapped a person inside their own head without ever even intending for it to happen. Fortunately, her own unmended state does not lead to such extremes, but it is distressing for those who are unaware and unprepared for the intrusion.
After all, she is missing pieces of her soul. You don't just give those away without there being consequences. Most of the times it's madness, and sometimes...
Well, she's still here, for better or for worse. Depends on how embarrassing or traumatic your dream may be.
Don't worry, it'll pass.
What: Worn-out reaper needs a nap. Decides to rearrange your stuff and sleep patterns instead.
Where: All over the Murder Islands.
When: Throughout September.
Warnings: Breaking and entering with a chance of friendship, frustration, or rain. Will update accordingly.
As usual, please check out Ravine's permissions post for ideas if you'd like anything specific.
I. Home Invasion;
Between Atem and Carlisle, she's come out of sealing soul wounds in worse conditions. Ravine, however, could think of far less important things to break off a piece of her own 'self' to, regardless of the opinions the recipients may have on the matter.
All things considered, she should have known better. She had learned better. Amelioration from Psychopomps was never intended to be used the way Ravine has in these past few months, and now her spirit is paying a high price for it... Not simply by her weary state, but visions of a future -- any future -- becomes quickly distorted and incoherent more than ever before. The echoes of thoughts are garbled sometimes, like a terrible cellular signal.
Suffice to say, she isn't going to be telling anyone's fortunes anytime soon.
Rather than lingering in the loneliest corners of the city as is her typical habit, she finds herself compelled to rest more often. Reapers don't sleep, but what she needs is something very close to it.
So much so that one is very likely to find her sprawled face-town on top of the bed of a total stranger, or couch surfing -- her long, gangly legs hanging comically over the edge in a most awkward position. For Ravine, what should be uncomfortable is just another state of being.
Other times, she gets bored, 'waking up' to find herself restless and agitated in ways only the dead could understand. She calms herself by meticulous moving some things around. Some is so subtle that the owners may not even notice the feng shui in their home. It's annoying at best, and alarming at worst for anyone unfortunate enough to find a towering death spirit either couch surfing or moving furniture around.
In other words, she's basically that asshole ghost haunting your place by stealing your stuff and putting it somewhere else. Have fun with that.
II. Sleepwalking;
For those unlucky enough to not notice the sleeping reaper in their home, they're more likely to find out in a less appealing way.
Whether you're having a pleasant dream or reliving your most terrible nightmare, Ravine's soul is pulled towards the most adjacent minds. Sometimes she plays spectator. Other times, she can be caught clearly invading the subconscious of another.
If she were still human, it would have been much worse. She could have easily trapped a person inside their own head without ever even intending for it to happen. Fortunately, her own unmended state does not lead to such extremes, but it is distressing for those who are unaware and unprepared for the intrusion.
After all, she is missing pieces of her soul. You don't just give those away without there being consequences. Most of the times it's madness, and sometimes...
Well, she's still here, for better or for worse. Depends on how embarrassing or traumatic your dream may be.
Don't worry, it'll pass.