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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.

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It's one of those dreams in which one has to wonder, who is the abductor and who is the captive as the unfortunate soul that has fallen into this dream might find herself unable to find an exit. Why yes, Atem is reminiscing as many other nights his time inside the Millennium Puzzle; it is something he cannot help nor control, the depths of his mind keep dragging him back to what is safe and familiar, despite it being immensely hollow. Endless corridors and stairs that defy gravity with doors that lead nowhere; it might be familiar to him, but it might be more than a little overwhelming to others.

But this is of course different, the dream ripples and shakes, attempting to get a hold of the new presence there, trying to find a meeting point between logic and absurd. He knows her, he missed her, but she does not belong here. The surroundings enclose around her, menacingly, it might not be her imagination.

"You lost your way." A child's voice addresses her, and the representation of Atem's consciousness as a little kid — yes, that kid — looks at her from above. He might look like in his tender years of being Pharaoh at first glance, but here, inside his mind he cannot hide the years he's been around, the look in his eyes weight every one of them.

The Escher-esque nature of this mind-space does not seem to alarm Ravine in the least, particularly when she glances down to the owner of it.

"Excuse me?" She arches a brow, facing the familiar visage of the boy prince she had once met... No, Yehudit met. It's strange, remembering that now, like a real memory of that little girl long dead and forgotten.

But Ravine isn't lost. Is she? All she needed was a moment's rest. That's all...

It's been good to be home. Wolfie was excited to be reunited with her again, of course, and it was nice to just have a familiar place to rest her head.

With Alphys gone, things are... Okay, well, they're not actually tidier. In fact, they might be worse. Rose has never been the best at taking care of herself and that hasn't changed. Still, she has a pretty good idea of where things are at any given time. That's why when she can't find her guitar pick, she squints skeptically at the spot she knows she put it.

At first, she chalks it up to just forgetting. Maybe she was a little too stoned when she last played and truly thought she put it somewhere else. But then it happens again, this time with a plate. It wasn't on the counter, it was on the table. She's sure of it. Then, the couch is moved across the room and that's when she really can't ignore something strange is going on in here.

"Alright, what the fuck." She knows enough to know when she's being had. Her yokai senses are sharp, too, and helps her sense a disturbance in the force.

There is some recognition in the child's eyes but whatever he might be thinking is hard to tell, ironic really, given where they are and who she is. A blink later and he no longer is looking at her from the ceiling (which was not for him), but he is just next to her, doing his best to look all the way up at Ravine. She's so, so, so tall! It's probably good this is a dream, otherwise his neck would hurt.

Atem reaches for her hand and holds it as if was the most normal thing to do.

"You look so old." And tired, but mostly old.
"Why are you here?"

As one accustomed to being the guide, Ravine is not sure what to make of being the guided, or the implications that she is in any way 'lost'. It isn't like Ravine to lose her way. But none of this falls into her level of normal...

Such as the child being the one to blink from one place to the next. Ravine's eyes fall down to the boy beside her, taking her gloved hand into his own. Her expression softens. Where many would take offense, she finds amusement in his comment.

Not old enough, clearly.

"You think so? I like to say that I look pretty good for my age." She chuckles, but then is more serious: "As for why I am here... I must have fallen asleep. It is not something that I normally do. When I sleep, my mind tends to wander into places it should not."

Edited 2018-09-07 03:29 (UTC)

It isn't the first time Ravine has made her home here. Alphys had tasked her once with the care of the creatures on this household; a responsibility that she doesn't take lightly when it comes to the lives of living things.

This time, she isn't mostly here for the pets, and especially not at Alphys' request. Even the wolf seems to be made aware of that when Ravine manifests in the dwelling, exhausted as she has ever been. Parts of her soul missing.

Some rest will do. That's all she needs.

When Rose returns, her search will end with a tall and gangly woman sprawled on her couch first in the most uncomfortable position. Was she there before? It's hard to say, but in the blink of an eye, there is a slender, giant woman napping in the living room. And that's all that matters.

Ianchus' home is already outfitted with a bunk--easier for guests to sleep over. He hasn't had many unfortunately, so when he returns from the bathroom in the middle of the night, he has to double-take as he looks up at the top bunk. The moonlight filtering in gives him enough of a view, and though his heartbeat speeds up at first at the view of someone else, he recognizes her quickly.

"...Ah. Miss Ravine?"

Once that initial moment of tension has passed, all that lingers is amusement. What kind of prince would he be if he didn't welcome visitors to his abode?

It hasn't been too long since the crew of the SS Wavehumper made it back from being out in the middle of nowhere, and that means Taako is spending as much time as possible in his house. As much as he loves his family, there's only so long you can be crammed in a tiny boat with six other people, even if it's technically two tiny boats and if given an inch he'll crawl into someone's lap and curl up there like an oversized cat. It's hypocritical, don't call him.

But right now, he's planning on taking a nap, meaning he's sauntering into his shared room with Lup and starts to climb the rope ladder to his floating bunk... only to see a foot hanging over the side. He gets far enough up to peer over the side and see what the fuck is going on here, before reaching out a hand and giving her and experimental shove.

What the fuck is this.

This bed is small.

Or rather, Ravine is too big. Her boots dangle over the foot of the bunk, hanging in the air as she is sprawled face-first over the pillow. She can't feel the discomfort of her position, but that also means she can't feel comfortable, either.

Hearing Ianchus address her, Ravine just waves a gloved hand and makes a disgruntled, weary grunt into the fabric.

Strange, it almost seems like she's tangible.

Since the bed's occupant was seemingly absent for a time, Ravine pinned this to be an ideal place to catch a rest. Only for a few minutes. But then minutes turned into hours. The next thing she is aware of, a hand tries to push against her boot.

Try being the key word here. As she's been shifting between tangibility and ethereal, Taako just happens to touch her when she's a little more immaterial, his hand passing through her.

Somehow, she feels this. More like senses it. It's enough to pull her from her resting state.

"What."

Perhaps it is not her who should be saying that, but Ravine doesn't care.

Not everyone would have noticed their possessions being moved ever so slightly each day, but Carlisle is an individual meticulous enough to catch them. It was his pen first, having moved from the right side of his table to the left; then it was the fang in his shrine, rotated just enough to set off the balance between the sides of the altar. A day later, the small paw plant that sat in the window went from the left side to the center, as though creeping across the wood to get more sun than it needed. He first suspected Atem of rearranging his things, and said nothing of it to the lad, not wanting to contact him -- not with how he looked now. The less attention he drew to himself, the less worried his student would be, and the less mortification he would suffer himself.

As it turns out, it wasn't Atem who was shifting his possessions around, but Ravine, a discovery he makes when he enters his cottage and finds her sprawled atop the bed beside the far wall. And having thought her to possibly be gone from this world, vanished into whatever plane her kind dissipate to when they use their own soul to patch that of another, to say he is caught off-guard is an understatement.

He fumbles with the papers and journals under his arm as his eyes land on her, dropping half of them. "You! Y- you're here!"

Ah, a rude guest, then. But he can't really begrudge her--he doesn't always understand her, but he does suppose he likes her.

Ianchus hoists himself up with a little hup!, using his arms to keep himself pulled up as he looks at her with interest.

"Can I get you a drink, at least?"

"You were smaller than me!" He remembers, it's strange, but that makes him chuckle anyway.

As for the rest, "Hmm, it's not really safe in here, but don't worry, I will not let you get more lost than you already are." For as old and experienced as Ravine might be, in her current state who knows if she would be able to fend against whatever Atem's mind might be capable of, it is not the Puzzle by any means but he himself could probably get lost in it if he allowed it, after all, his soul and mind are as old as hers.

Not by any desire of her own, no doubt. If it were up to Ravine, she wouldn't be here at all because she wouldn't have to be. She's more accustomed to the ever-present lack of sleep, or even a semblance of it.

"I do not drink," she mumbles against the pillow over her face. "Nor eat, nor sleep. That is how it is meant to be."

But she is having problems with the latter part. Her dependency for sustenance has not changed. Not yet.

She hopes.

"Maybe you should. You certainly look like someone who needs a drink. Or a nice meal. Not for your stomach, but for your soul.

Ianchus is being sardonic, of course, but there's an easy amusement there. Certainly, this is an unusual guest, but Ianchus is hard to throw off.

"But fine. If not food, what do you need?"

So he does remember that... If she were capable, Ravine would almost blush.

Actually, it doesn't matter what she is and isn't capable of here; she's not even currently in the same level of reality. The complexion on her already dark face shifts and there's nothing she can do about it.

Dreamscapes are silly.

"I would be grateful for that. What dangers are presented in this place?"

It doesn't seem like something Ravine can't handle, but looks can be decieving.

Time has passed and Ravine can feel herself shifting in and out of the physical reality from time to time. When Carlisle sees her, she doesn't even bear the semblance of a solid body. Instead, she's transparent. Like a ghost that'd barely there.

His reaction is one she should have expected, but she's too tired to jest too much.

"Thought your home could use a touch more zen."

Okay, perhaps she can jest a little.

She can jest, but Carlisle just looks aghast, his apprehension unbridled as he backs himself against the far wall.

"Wh- what are- what are you doing here? Alive? Or- or dead? An- an apparition of your former self?"

He's... not really sure of the answer, frankly.

Taako just looks indignant, using one hand to steady himself on the mattress and the other to gesture her direction. "What the fuck do you mean, what, I didn't order a weird fuckin' half-ghost in my bed. Chaboy's into some freaky shit but this ain't one."

He holds on to one side of the rope ladder, using it to shift so he's grasping the end of the bed and he can lean more towards her face. "You better not be one of Lup's invitees or somethin', I know she can get weird with the girls she brings home but this is like, some new level of bullshit."

Don't make her laugh, Carlisle.

Oops, too late. It's more of a weary chuckle than an actual hearty guffaw, though.

"Technically, that is not much unlike the norm. I have always been an apparition of my former self."

Of Yehudit, to be more exact, but that is not a tale Carlisle is privy to like others are.

Ravine will tell Ianchus what she tells just about anyone who offers her food and drink: "I am afraid that it would simply go right through me -- soul and all."

Quite literally, if she were to be so frank.

"I am exhausted," she then admits.

"Ah, exhaustion. A grave affliction, indeed."

He looks her up and down (or rather, left to right) with sympathy.

"You're welcome to rest here, then. Though I imagine you'd be much more comfortable if you took those boots off."

Ravine's answer throws him off; she seems so nonplussed about all this, given what happened what to him, what she did, and that he hasn't seen her in days. He remains against the far wall, his arms folding over himself, limbs shaking as he struggles to regain his composure.

"Y- you know what I am talking about, M- Miss Ravine," he stammers. "Y- what happened to you? To me, exactly?"

This has been a burning question on his mind since that day, and he's not about to wait another minute to get his answer, jokes or no jokes.

When she doesn't actually find anything during the first sweep, she wonders briefly if it isn't some kind of mini-prank pulled by one of the gods. Confusion would be enough of a brat to pull something like 'and now your stuff isn't where you thought it was!' for a week to get them baffled.

Wolfie actually finds the woman first, snuffling curiously and giving a soft snort. He recognizes this one so his tail gives the smallest of wags. "Uh," says Rose, eloquently.

She thinks she would have remembered a body in their apartment. Is it a body? No, she appears to be breathing. Still- "Hey, you got the wrong house." Or maybe she doesn't. Had Alphys finally got a new roommate in the blond's absence that she'd forgotten to mention? This is really bringing up more questions than it's answering, unfortunately.

"To you?" She raises a brow at him. "You are alive, are you not?"

As for what happened to her, Ravine is less inclined to be very open about those details at the moment. Even she is rather foggy on the specifics.

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